The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood quietly outside Qingyun City, his eyes deep and solemn, full of awe, fixed firmly on the majestic and magnificent city in front of him. He murmured to himself: "This Qingyun City is really extraordinary. Its majestic appearance is like a giant standing between heaven and earth, which makes people marvel and amaze."

The towering city wall was like an indestructible steel barrier, majestic and solemn, exuding a chilling atmosphere that was daunting. Meng Jin slowly moved his feet, approaching the tall city wall. Each of his steps seemed particularly heavy, as if the land under his feet contained a huge force, making it difficult for him to move forward.

He said to himself, "For some reason, there is always an indescribable feeling of discomfort in my heart, like a surging tide, rushing up to my heart rapidly, making me feel extremely depressed." It felt as if there were a pair of invisible eyes hidden in the dark abyss, quietly watching his every move with some mysterious purpose. Meng Jin felt uncomfortable all over, and the uncomfortable feeling was like a thorn in his back, making him feel like sitting on pins and needles. His brows were tightly twisted into a hard knot: "What is it? Could it be a ghost?" However, there was nothing in front of him except the empty scene. This empty space was like an invisible net, which bound his uneasiness more and more strongly.

Meng Jin muttered, "This mysterious gaze is really confusing." His eyes were like a sharp hawk, quickly scanning the surroundings, not missing any tiny corners, trying to find the source of the discomfort. However, no matter how hard he tried, he still found nothing in the end, leaving him with confusion and helplessness.

Helplessly, he sighed and said, "Forget it, let's go through the city gate first and enter the city before making any plans." There was a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, and he continued to walk towards the city gate with firm steps.

When Meng Jin finally reached the city gate, two gate guards with serious and stern faces, like two iron towers, stopped him mercilessly.

The guard at the city gate extended a hand expressionlessly, and said in a tone as cold as the cold wind on a cold night: "Pay the money required to enter the city, otherwise you will not be allowed to enter the city."

Meng Jin looked embarrassed and responded, "Let me look for it." As he spoke, he carefully searched every pocket on his body. However, the result made him feel deeply disappointed. He did not have the currency commonly used here.

Meng Jin said helplessly: "I have no money, what should I do?" There was a trace of helplessness in his eyes, like a lamb lost in the darkness.

Finally, he reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​entering the city and turned around to leave. His steps were as heavy as lead, and every step seemed to carry his inner loss and frustration.

However, Meng Jin did not give up easily. He thought to himself, "I don't believe I can't get into this city." He secretly mobilized the energy in his body, and the energy flowed rapidly in his body, like a surging torrent, rushing endlessly, stirring every inch of his meridians.

Meng Jin whispered, "Watch me!" Then, he suddenly soared into the air, like a vigorous eagle, spreading his wide wings and leaping lightly into the air. His figure was like a ladder to the clouds, and he landed on the city wall gracefully and freely.

Meng Jin said proudly: "This is not a problem for me." Then, without any hesitation, he decisively jumped down the city wall and finally successfully entered the city.

After entering the city, Meng Jin was surprised to find that the feeling of being stared at from behind not only did not disappear, but became even stronger, like a gradually tightening net that made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Meng Jin said uneasily, "Why is this feeling getting stronger?" The feeling of being pricked in the back was like a sharp dagger, constantly stabbing his nerves, making him feel uneasy and anxious. But he made up his mind and decided not to think about this problem too much, but continued to move forward firmly, trying to figure out the source of this mysterious feeling.

At the same time, Jing Yihong, who was suspended in the air, was like an erratic ghost, exuding a strange aura. He was staring at Meng Jin with a pair of eyes full of hatred and vigilance, as if he wanted to pierce Meng Jin. His eyes revealed a deep hostility that made people shudder.

Jing Yihong gnashed his teeth and said, "This stranger exudes a powerful and mysterious aura, and he forcibly entered the city so recklessly. He must have bad intentions!"

Jing Yihong is the guardian of Qingyun City. Even though he is now dead, the obsession in his heart is still like a blazing flame, making him stick to this city, as well as himself and his family who are still in their infancy in the city. This obsession, like a tough rope, binds him tightly to the city, making him unable to tolerate anyone who may pose a threat to the city and his family.

He keenly sensed Meng Jin's strangeness and concluded that this person was harboring evil intentions. Thinking of this, Jing Yihong no longer hesitated. He turned around quickly and flew into Qingyun City like a flash of lightning. His speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

Jing Yihong said anxiously, "I have to find my younger self quickly." He was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, trying to enter his younger self's body with his soul. He was filled with worry, fearing that his younger self would be hurt in the slightest.

However, under a violent soul squeeze, the young Jing Yihong fainted on the ground without any warning, like a felled tree, falling down with a loud bang.

Jing Yihong shouted in panic, "Not good!" His body was burning hot, as if it was burned mercilessly by fire, and he had a high fever. The scorching temperature made him feel extremely scared, as if he was in a fiery hell.

Jing Yihong said regretfully: "Oh no, my act of forceful entry actually caused extremely aggressive damage to the brain of this body, causing me to instantly suffer from severe meningitis when I was young." His heart was filled with self-blame and regret, and the heavy emotions pressed on his heart like a boulder.

Jing Yihong panicked immediately, his heart filled with fear and anxiety. He looked at his younger self who had fainted on the ground with a high fever, and felt extremely anxious, but he felt helpless. His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss.

Jing Yihong blamed himself and said, "It's all my fault. What should I do now?" His heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame. It was really like a house leaking and raining, and misfortunes never come singly. At this moment, he fell into deep pain and self-blame. The pain kept coming like a tide, completely drowning him.