The Great Dream God

In a remote corner of Kyoto City, which is secluded and seems to have been completely forgotten by the world, a dilapidated and collapsing house is quietly hidden like a ghost in the deep and dark night.

This house is like a helpless young chick that has been cruelly abandoned by the ruthless time. There is a chilly, mysterious and strange atmosphere around it, which makes people feel cold and creepy. The criss-crossing mottled marks on the wall are like the cruel marks left by the cold and ruthless knife of time.

They silently tell the story of past prosperity and decline, as well as the vicissitudes of the past, just like an ancient, sad and magnificent epic.

The tiles on the roof were incomplete, badly damaged, and arranged unevenly, like fragments of shattered memories, trembling and crumbling in the bleak and cold wind.

Every piece of rubble carries the weight of time, and seems to be whispering about the past splendor and present desolation.

They shivered in the wind, as if they would turn into tiny dust at any time and disappear into the vast night, just like the long time that had passed. Once gone, it would never come back, leaving only endless regret and sigh.

This house is like a lonely fortress forgotten by time, standing alone between heaven and earth, exuding a stale, decadent, suffocating and depressing atmosphere. It is like a huge bottomless black hole, unscrupulously and ruthlessly devouring the world's vigor and vitality until it is completely destroyed.

The rotten smell slowly spread like a gloomy miasma, like a cold invitation letter from death, creepy and chilling to the heart.

The air around seemed to be corroded and contaminated by this evil breath, becoming heavy and stagnant, like a lead block pressing on people's hearts, making it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible giant hand was tightly strangling their throats.

There is not a trace of life here, only endless silence and desolation. It is as if you are at the ultimate edge of the world, falling into an endless abyss of despair, as if your heart is also swallowed up by the desolation, sinking in this dark abyss, unable to extricate yourself.

In the dark and deep house, which seemed to be shrouded in haze, Meng Jin and several companions sat silently beside an old, rotten, dilapidated and shaky wooden table. The faint candlelight trembled and swayed in the diffuse air. The dim and dim light was like a ghost that was illusory, elusive and hazy. Their faces looked more solemn and deep under the strange interweaving of light and shadow, as if carrying the vicissitudes of life and endless storms. The candlelight was like a smart and unrestrained elf in the dark night, jumping and dancing wantonly, performing a melody full of anxiety and restlessness, like an invisible force, quietly touching people's hearts, causing layers of subtle ripples in their hearts that were difficult to calm down for a long time. Meng Jin's eyes revealed a burning and iron-like determination, and his gaze was like a blazing, blazing torch, slowly and one by one passing through the faces of each of his companions. His eyes seemed to contain boundless and endless power, like a surging, endless wave, trying to ignite the blazing flame of hope in the hearts of his companions, looking for the powerful force that could support them to be resolute and move forward courageously, as if to break free from the shackles and restraints of darkness, to warmly welcome the bright light of dawn, and embrace the future full of hope and light.

"Everyone!" Meng Jin deliberately lowered his voice. In this silent room, the hoarse voice sounded like a loud bell that suddenly rang in the middle of the night, its sound was deafening, and the lingering sound was lingering. "I believe you all understand and know all about Princess Ziyang's evil deeds. She is like a wild beast that has lost its reins and is out of control. She is rampant and reckless. Wherever she passes, it is desolate and miserable. Her behavior is like a demon descending to the earth. Any children of noble families who accidentally step into her sight are like meat on the chopping board, and it is difficult to escape from her clutches. Most of these children of noble families come from powerful and prestigious families. They should have been in a hotbed of wealth and glory. It is a pity that she had lived a leisurely life in the underworld, but unfortunately became an innocent soul in her hands. Her cruel and brutal behavior has plunged the entire Kyoto city into endless fear and gloom. She is like a thick dark cloud, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, almost suffocating them, causing this once prosperous city to fall into an endless dark abyss and despair, as if the end of the world has come, without a glimmer of hope. "

Several companions were like quiet sculptures, listening to Meng Jin's words in silence. Their faces were like carefully carved wood sculptures, stiff and serious, without a trace of life. In the air, an extremely tense atmosphere spread like thick ink, almost solidifying the entire space. This atmosphere is like a bomb that is ready to go off, and the huge energy hidden in it seems that it may burst out at any time, erupting with a majestic force that is enough to destroy the world. Everyone's heart is filled with anxiety and uneasiness, like an endless dark abyss, devouring their souls. Their eyes reveal deep confusion and endless fear about the future, which is a kind of helplessness as if lost in the wilderness, and like the panic when facing the unknown darkness.

"In order to protect their own lives, these noble children from aristocratic families had to endure the pain in their hearts and reluctantly give up the rare treasure that their family had passed down from generation to generation - the Supreme Order." Meng Jin continued to narrate slowly, and a flash of uncontrollable resentment flashed in his eyes. The resentment burned like a raging flame, as if to burn away all the evil and injustice in the world. "This situation is really a godsend for us, a chance that can turn the tide of the world. Kun, this is the perfect opportunity to change the current predicament. It is like a tiny but hopeful ray of light in the dark night. Although it seems insignificant, it can brightly illuminate our long journey and lead us to the ideal shore of victory. This is a severe challenge given to us by the God of Destiny, and it is also a precious opportunity. We must firmly grasp this opportunity, otherwise, we will be forever trapped in the bottomless abyss of darkness, unable to break free and unable to extricate ourselves. "