The Great Dream God

In the extremely prosperous and splendid Kyoto, the sound of traffic is endless, the bustling crowds surge like tides, the endless stream of vehicles shines like stars, and the whole city is like a magnificent painting full of vitality. However, in the wide square in the center of the city, a suffocating atmosphere of tension quietly permeates, like a thick haze, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Qinglong Ling stood proudly in the center of the square. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he stared at the front closely. His eyes were full of tension and expectation, as if he could ignite the void in front of him. He looked at the magic he was about to perform with great anticipation. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead were as crystal clear as pearls, slowly sliding down, but they did not affect his determined expression at all. "This time, I must succeed!" He secretly encouraged himself in his heart, and the voice echoed in his heart like a huge bell, stirring his soul.

As he performed the spell, the air around him seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and suddenly became heavy. Qinglong Ling concentrated on controlling the power of the spell, not daring to slack off in the slightest. Every cell in his body was immersed in this powerful force, as if he had merged with the spell. "I must succeed!" He murmured to himself, his voice low and firm, like an oath from ancient times.

When Qing Long Ling realized that his magic seemed to have an effect, he couldn't help but reveal an ecstatic expression on his face. His eyes were shining with excitement, and that light was as dazzling as the bright stars in the night sky. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, outlining a beautiful arc, as if he saw the hope of his success shining brightly in front of him. "Great! It finally works!" He shouted excitedly, and the sound resounded through the sky like thunder, shaking the entire square.

However, at this moment of joy, a cold voice cut through the joyful atmosphere like a sharp sword: "Hmph, a trifle!" As the voice came, Princess Ziyang appeared in everyone's sight like a ghost. She stared at the fire walls floating in the air with cold eyes, and the disdain in her eyes seemed to be able to freeze the blazing flames in an instant.

"Princess Zi Yang, you..." Qing Long Ling looked at Princess Zi Yang who suddenly appeared, and his heart tightened, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his heart.

"Qinglong Ling, do you think that with just your ability, you can run wild in Kyoto City?" Princess Ziyang said sarcastically. Her voice was icy and chilling, like a cold wind blowing through the wilderness, making people shudder.

She waved her sleeves violently, and a powerful force surged out of her sleeves, sweeping away like a raging sea. The force was so powerful that it seemed to be able to destroy everything. The fire walls seemed so small and fragile in front of this powerful force. There was a loud "boom", and first there appeared on the ground dense cracks like spider webs. The cracks were shocking, as if they were scars on the earth. The whole square seemed to tremble under this powerful force, making a low roar, as if it was succumbing to this force. The people around fled in fear, their screams one after another, like a piece of desperate music.

"Ah!" People's screams resounded through the sky, their faces were filled with fear and despair, like lambs lost in the darkness.

"Run!" someone shouted, the voice full of panic and helplessness.

Then, the walls of fire quickly gathered together to form an extremely solid fortress. The surface of the fortress was shining with a blazing light, as dazzling as the sun, as if showing its power to people. The light was so hot that people could not look directly at it, as if it could burn everything to ashes.

Then, a shocking scene occurred. Countless purple fireballs whizzed out from the wall of fire, streaking across the sky like meteors. The purple fireballs carried blazing heat and powerful force. Wherever they went, the air was burned and twisted, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the air was groaning in pain. Those purple fireballs were like a group of ferocious beasts, wantonly releasing their power, making people feel an irresistible fear.

"This... How is this possible!" Qing Long Ling's eyes widened, and he was shocked at the scene in front of him. His eyes were full of disbelief, as if everything in front of him was just a nightmare.

"Qinglong Ling, prepare to die!" Princess Ziyang sneered. Her laughter was as shrill as a night owl, making people shudder.

Seeing this, Qing Long Ling was shocked. He quickly cast a protective shield to try to resist this powerful attack. The protective shield formed a transparent barrier around him, emitting a faint light. Although the light was weak, it contained Qing Long Ling's last hope.

"I won't be defeated by you easily!" Qing Long Ling said gritting his teeth, his voice full of determination and indomitable spirit.

However, the protective shield only lasted for a moment under the violent impact of the purple fireball, and then it shattered with a "crack" sound, turning into countless fragments. Those fragments bloomed in the air like fireworks, and then disappeared without a trace. At that moment, Qinglong Ling's heart was filled with despair. He seemed to see his own fate shattered like the broken protective shield.

"Ah!" Qing Long Ling screamed, and was knocked back by the powerful impact. His body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, swaying unsteadily.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qinglong Ling turned and ran. He used his superb body skills to move around in the streets and alleys of Kyoto City, trying to avoid the purple fireballs that followed him like a shadow. His figure was like a ghost, moving quickly through the streets, bringing up a gust of wind. His footsteps were as fast as the wind, and his figure was as agile as lightning. However, those purple fireballs were like accurate tracking missiles, following him closely. No matter how he dodged, he could not get rid of their tracking. The fireballs left behind him a series of scorching marks, which were like the claws of a devil, making people shudder. It seemed to declare that his escape was in vain.

As time went by, Qing Long Ling's physical strength gradually ran out. His breathing became rapid, like a worn-out bellows, making a heavy wheezing sound. His footsteps also became extremely heavy, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength.

"No, I can't let her catch me like this!" Qing Long Ling thought to himself, forcing himself to continue running forward. His eyes still flashed with a determined light, and although the light was weak, it was like a bright lamp in the dark night, illuminating his way forward.

However, those purple fireballs still showed no signs of stopping, and continued to pursue. They were like the merciless god of death, approaching the Azure Dragon Spirit step by step.

Finally, Qing Long Ling was forced into a dead end. Surrounded by towering walls, he was like a huge cage, tightly trapped inside. He had no way to escape. At this time, his body was covered with scars, and his clothes were stained red with blood. The blood was like a blooming plum blossom, blooming on his body, which looked particularly sad and beautiful. His eyes were full of despair and helplessness, as if he had foreseen his own end.

"Haha, Qinglong Ling, you can't escape!" Princess Ziyang walked forward slowly, her steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to carry a force of a thousand pounds, shaking the earth. There was no mercy in her eyes, only indifference and disdain, and that look was like a cold blade, piercing Qinglong Ling's heart.

"Princess Zi Yang, what exactly do you want?" Qing Long Ling asked, panting, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness.

"So? The crime you committed is unforgivable!" Princess Zi Yang said, her voice cold and firm, like a judgment from hell.

She looked at the Azure Dragon Spirit who was covered in wounds after colliding with countless fireballs, and her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile. That smile was like a blooming poppy, beautiful but full of danger.

Then, she took out the Bluebird Clan's artifact, the Temple Cube, from her bosom without hesitation. The Temple Cube emitted a mysterious light, which was as gorgeous as a dream, as if it contained endless power. The entire space was shrouded in this light, making people feel as if they were in a mysterious world.

"This... this is the Temple Cube!" Qing Long Ling looked at the artifact in Princess Zi Yang's hand in horror, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Princess Ziyang held the Temple Cube high up, muttering something. As she chanted, the light of the Temple Cube became stronger and stronger, as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire alley as if it were daytime. The light contained a powerful force, and people felt an irresistible pressure.

"Qinglong Ling, your struggle is in vain. Today is your end." Princess Ziyang said coldly. Her voice was like the cold wind in winter, making people's souls tremble.

"No! I won't give in!" Qinglong Ling struggled to stand up, his eyes still flashing with an unyielding light.

"Hmph, that's not up to you!" Princess Ziyang said, and aimed the Temple Block in her hand at the Azure Dragon Spirit, ready to launch the final attack. At that moment, the whole world seemed to be still, with only the mysterious Temple Block emitting a dazzling light, waiting to completely destroy the Azure Dragon Spirit.