The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's arrogant and haughty look really disgusted people. He raised his head high, as if he was going to break through the sky and reach the sky. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if everything in the world was as insignificant as dust in his eyes, not worth mentioning at all, and could not enter his arrogant sight at all. His demeanor was just like an extremely proud peacock, and every subtle movement exuded an unbearable arrogance. He raised his chin slightly, with a hint of sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was arrogantly declaring to the world his lofty and unshakable position. Every step he took was accompanied by an arrogant and arrogant attitude, as if the land under his feet should tremble because of his arrival, and should all worship him. That arrogant look really made people angry, as if his existence was a ruthless provocation to the dignity of others, making people want to immediately put out his arrogance.

The anger in Jing Yihong's heart was like a super volcano about to erupt, the hot magma was surging wildly in his heart, and the anger burned so fiercely that it seemed to devour his entire soul. In an instant, the anger gushed out like a flood that broke through the dam, burning fiercely, as if to burn everything in the world to ashes. His eyes were like two burning fireballs, and the flames of anger were almost materialized. He stared fiercely at Meng Jin's departing back, as if to burn a hole in that back. His eyeballs were full of bloodshot, which was a manifestation of extreme anger. His teeth were clenched, and his gums seemed to bleed. The look in his eyes was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to deeply imprint that back on his retina, never to be erased, so that it would become the eternal pain in his heart, and also become the driving force for his revenge, inspiring him to keep moving forward until the anger in his heart was completely released.

Meng Jin turned around without a care. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step was full of determination, as if the land under his feet was not ordinary land, but the broad road to success. His posture was upright, like a towering tree, standing firm, and with an unstoppable determination, he steadily moved towards the depths of Qingyun City. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on him like a golden veil, making his figure particularly slender. The afterglow seemed to put on a gorgeous golden battle robe for him, making him look more majestic. At the same time, the afterglow enveloped him in a mysterious atmosphere, making people want to explore his true purpose, as if he was hiding countless unknown secrets. Those secrets were like treasures buried deep underground, waiting for those who are interested to discover and unveil the mysterious veil.

Jing Yihong returned to his home filled with anger. At this moment, he existed in a soul state, and the whole person was like a light feather, floating aimlessly in every corner of the house without weight. Everything in the house was familiar and strange to him, and the illusory feeling made him feel a sense of inexplicable melancholy. He looked at the furniture that was once familiar, but felt that they seemed to have become strange. The warmth in the memories seemed to become distant and vague at this moment, as if covered by a layer of gauze. He slowly floated through the living room, looking at the family portrait on the wall that had already turned yellow, and the melancholy in his heart became stronger. Everyone in that photo was once the most important existence in his life, but at this moment, he could only look at them in such an illusory way, and the helplessness and sadness surged into his heart like a tide.

When he saw his anxious and restless parents in the small yard, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable complex emotion in his heart. It was the heartache for his parents, the helplessness of his current situation, and the confusion about the future. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, like a tangled mess that could not be cut or sorted out. His parents paced back and forth in the yard, their faces full of anxiety and worry. Their eyes revealed the fear of the unknown and their deep concern for their children. Every step seemed to carry their heavy mood, and every look was filled with their endless love. Jing Yihong looked at them, his heart full of guilt. He wished he could stop them from worrying immediately, but he was powerless. That feeling of powerlessness was like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Without any hesitation, he passed through the wall and entered the room like a light breeze. In the room, Jing Yihong quietly stared at his childhood self with a high fever and a red face. Seeing the young body trembling under the torture of illness, his heart was filled with mixed feelings, and all kinds of emotions were like countless threads intertwined to form an intricate web. His eyes were full of pity and self-blame. He hated himself for not being able to bear this pain for his childhood self. The heartache was like a sharp thorn, piercing deep into his heart.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, his expression like an experienced and skilled professional diver, and he entered Xiao Jing Yihong's body smoothly and decisively. At that moment, he seemed to feel a powerful force surging in his body, a force from the depths of his soul, like surging waves, impacting his body and mind one after another.

At that moment, Xiao Jing Yihong suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an unwavering determination and resolute courage. He stood up from the bed, his movements were agile and powerful, as if he was full of endless strength. His eyes flashed with a firm light, which was the unyielding fate and the desire for the future, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating his way forward. His body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of the excitement in his heart and the expectation for the future. That expectation was like a burning flame, burning in his heart.

Then, without hesitation, he jumped off the bed. His steps were quick and firm, and he walked out of the house quickly. When he saw his parents' terrified expressions as if they had seen a ghost, his heart moved slightly and a ripple appeared. He understood his parents' worries and fears, but he had more important things to do at the moment. He tried his best to make his expression calm and tried to comfort his parents, but his heart was like a turbulent sea, full of various complicated emotions.

He just casually said a few perfunctory words and hurriedly walked out of the mansion. At this moment, a dazzling spiritual light suddenly shone on his body. The light was dazzling, like a bright star descending on the earth, illuminating the whole world. The light was so strong that everything around was eclipsed, as if the whole world was left with only this light. The light seemed to have life, beating and flickering, showing its powerful power to the world, as if announcing the arrival of a new era.

The powerful aura was like a surging wave, one after another, constantly emerging, unable to be suppressed, and fully revealed. Martial Master, Jing Yihong! He was like a king returning, with an incomparable powerful momentum. His figure was tall and majestic, as if he could support the entire sky, giving people an incomparable sense of oppression. Every move he made was full of powerful strength, and every look in his eyes was full of domineering majesty, making people dare not look directly at him. His hair fluttered in the wind, and the hair seemed to contain endless power.