The Great Dream God

Amid the bustling city of Kyoto, Princess Ziyang's figure stands out.

She held in her hand an extremely precious treasure - the "Temple Cube", a sacred artifact passed down from generation to generation by the Green Bird Clan.

This artifact not only symbolizes supreme power and glory, but also contains ancient and profound power.

Whenever Princess Zi Yang tightly grasped the Temple Cube, a mysterious and powerful aura would slowly emanate from her body, as if the entire world became insignificant in the face of this power.

The pedestrians couldn't help but slow down their hurried pace and cast awe-inspiring glances.

The existence of Princess Ziyang is like a unique landscape in Kyoto, which is both desirable and out of reach.

Her determined eyes revealed an indomitable spirit, as if no matter what difficulties and challenges she faced, she could overcome them one by one with the artifact in her hand and her own firm will.

As night fell, the lights in Kyoto gradually lit up, but this light could not cover up the unique and dazzling glow emanating from Princess Ziyang.

In this city full of vitality and vigor, she is like a shining star, leading people in the direction of progress.

This artifact contains an indescribable power of the law of life. It is profound and mysterious, as if it holds the secrets between life and death.

Driven by Princess Zi Yang, this divine weapon emitted a dazzling light, which was like the source of life, flowing endlessly.

Under the influence of this power, Qingyun and Qingniao, who had been defeated by Princess Ziyang and whose life fire had been extinguished, miraculously got a chance to be reborn.

Their bodies gradually came alive in the light, and the power of life was re-injected into them, as if they had awakened from a long sleep, and appeared before everyone again.

However, the "resurrection" described in this miraculous story is not the true rebirth that people expect.

These two former living beings did not gain new souls and consciousness. They simply returned to the world in a horrible form - becoming walking corpses who had lost their self-awareness.

In their eyes, one can no longer find the light and traces of thought of the past, only emptiness and confusion.

Although their bodies were still moving, the movements were purposeless, as if controlled by some unknown force.

This state of existence is undoubtedly an unacceptable reality for those who once knew them, and it also constitutes a profound reflection on the meaning of life.

Princess Zi Yang's words were like frost in the cold winter, icy and biting. She issued the order in an unquestionable tone.

Following her call, the two originally silent and lifeless corpses seemed to be given a new mission. They stood up tremblingly and became a direct extension of her will.

Under her guidance, the two zombies rushed forward without any hesitation. In their eyes, it seemed that nothing could stop their progress, and all obstacles and potential dangers were ruthlessly ignored.

There was a depressing and weird atmosphere in the air. This atmosphere made people feel suffocated, as if even breathing became heavy.

As the footsteps of the two corpses gradually faded away, everything around became quieter and more solemn; even the sound of the wind seemed unusually clear.

It was as if the whole world was holding its breath for what was about to happen, waiting for an unknown fate to come.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Azure Dragon Spirit was covered in wounds. The previous fierce battle with Princess Zi Yang had left it exhausted.

Every scar on the body silently tells of the intensity and cruelty of the battle.

At this moment, the power of the Azure Dragon Spirit was almost exhausted. Every breath it took seemed extremely difficult, and it had almost lost the ability to resist.

Despite this, there is still an unyielding light in its eyes, as if silently swearing its determination to never give up easily.

As he stared, the two who were supposed to be his companions seemed to have lost their will, like puppets controlled by invisible hands, and rushed towards him with swords clenched in their hands.

At this moment, his heart was completely filled with despair and grief.

His partner, who had fought side by side with him and experienced the ups and downs together, had now become like this. This caused him more pain than any direct injury.

Faced with such a situation, he knew that he was standing at a crossroads where he could not turn back, and the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges.

However, in this strong negative emotion, he gradually realized that only by finding the truth behind all this can he solve the current predicament and restore those lost souls.

However, his strength had been exhausted and he could no longer put up any resistance.

He could only look helplessly at the cold and ruthless sword, which reflected the piercing light in the moonlight, followed by countless heavy and cruel swings.

Every time the sword fell, it seemed to be sentencing him to death, tearing his body apart again and again.

He had no way to escape and could only allow the sharp blade to wreak havoc on his body until finally, his body was completely destroyed and turned into a pool of blurry flesh and blood.

In the last moments of his life, Qing Longling felt an unprecedented despair. His eyes slowly closed, as if he wanted to shut out everything in this world.

He knew very well in his heart that it was because the Qingque clan accidentally let a wolf into the house that the vicious and cruel Princess Ziyang entered the clan's holy land, leading to today's inhumane tragedy.

The arrival of Princess Ziyang was like a ferocious wolf rushing into a flock of sheep. The disaster and destruction she brought completely destroyed the Qingque tribe's past peace and prosperity.

The once prosperous and bustling scene is no longer there, replaced by devastation and widespread misery.

All these changes filled Qinglong Ling's heart with endless regret and sorrow.

However, no matter how much he regretted or how much pain he suffered, everything was irreversible.

The good times of the Qingque tribe seemed to fade away with the footsteps of Princess Ziyang, leaving behind only endless darkness and despair.

Qinglong Ling knew that even if he could do it again, he would not be able to stop all this from happening.

Because that is not just a fate that can be changed by the power of an individual, but the destiny of the entire ethnic group.

At such a moment, Qinglong Ling could only close his eyes silently and accept this cruel reality.

His heart was filled with nostalgia for the past and despair for the future, but everything had become the past.

No one can predict what the future of the Bluebird Clan will be.

With the final end of the long life chapter of the Azure Dragon Spirit, the ancient and glorious Azure Bird Clan inevitably faced its own decline and extinction.

In this land that they once regarded as a paradise and a place where they lived and multiplied, a ruthless massacre initiated by Princess Ziyang quietly began.

She did not give the Green Bird Tribe any chance to breathe. Like an unstoppable storm, she swept the entire tribe into an endless bloody storm.

The village that was once prosperous, full of vitality and laughter is now reduced to ruins, with a pungent smell of blood everywhere. It seems that everything of the past has been completely wiped out in an instant.

Under the iron hoof of Princess Ziyang, the fate of the Qingque clan seemed to be doomed. Their history came to a sad end on this land stained with blood.

This disaster not only destroyed the homeland of the Bluebird Clan, but also left indelible scars in the hearts of every survivor.

As time passed, this tragic history gradually became part of the legend, reminding later generations of the devastating consequences of power and hatred.

At this moment, Princess Ziyang was like a solitary and peerless queen, standing proudly in the air, her figure drawing a breathtaking silhouette in the sky.

Her eyes were like ice, cold but revealing an indomitable pride, as if she were the deity that towered above Kyoto, looking down upon all living beings, overlooking everything in the world with a transcendent attitude.

Facing the desolation and chaos below, with an air of despair permeating among the ruins, her heart did not experience a ripple. She felt neither pity nor guilt. She just stared at it all quietly, as if all this suffering had nothing to do with her. Her heart was like a deep, cold pond, without any ripples.