The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's face was as gloomy as water, as if he was tightly wrapped in layers of heavy dark clouds. His solemn expression was revealed without reservation, as if the pressure of the whole world was gathered on his face. His expression seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, which was daunting. His footsteps were as hurried as the wind, and his hurried steps brought up a light dust, which spread in the air, just like his inner uneasiness and anxiety. In this way, he hurriedly left Qingyun City, and his figure gradually disappeared from people's sight.

His eyes were filled with anxiety, and the anxiety was so strong that it seemed to solidify into substance, like a lingering haze, deeply shrouding his heart. This anxiety was like an invisible force, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe, and made him feel even heavier, as if a heavy weight was weighing on him. This heaviness made his steps even more difficult, and every step was like trudging through mud.

Around Qingyun City, Meng Jin was running around tirelessly. His figure was like a bird that never stopped flying, tirelessly searching for all kinds of information. He did not miss any slight possibility, and did not miss any corner. Even in the remote alleys or deserted corners, he searched carefully. Whenever he met someone, he would rush forward impatiently, with eagerness and desire in his eyes, and that look seemed to penetrate the other person's soul, making it impossible for people to avoid it. His tone was full of expectation, and his voice trembled slightly as he asked, and the desire contained in that voice seemed to melt the other person's heart. He hoped to get some useful information from the other party, even if it was just a few words, which would make him treasure it.

After persistent and unremitting efforts, Meng Jin finally learned from a mysterious old man that the vast and boundless land he was in was the Cangbei Continent. This news was like a thunder in his heart, and the shocking power made his heart beat violently involuntarily. He couldn't help but feel waves of indescribable aftertastes in his heart, and the aftertastes were like a tide, hitting his heart wave after wave. All kinds of memories of the past surged into his heart uncontrollably like a surging tide. Those fragments of memory were like broken scrolls, constantly flashing in his mind, making his thoughts fall into deep memories. He began to carefully recall the things related to Jing Yihong, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the man was unfathomable. Jing Yihong's figure loomed in his memory, and the powerful strength hidden under his ordinary appearance made Meng Jin feel a chill. He should be a strong man who hides his strength very deeply, like a bottomless pool of water, which is elusive. That unfathomable strength made Meng Jin full of awe for him.

With a heavy and complicated mood, Meng Jin did not hesitate at all and resolutely decided to leave Qingyun City and march towards the center of the continent unswervingly. Along the way, he slept in the open air and experienced many hardships. The biting cold wind was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly scratching his cheeks, leaving tiny scars on his face. The scars seemed to be the mark of time, recording his hard journey. The scorching sun burned his skin like a blazing flame, making him feel a burst of pain. His skin was tanned, as if it was scorched by the sun. He went through countless hardships and dangers, and the steep mountains blocked his way like giants. The mountains were so high and steep that he had to climb them with difficulty. His hands tightly grasped the rocks, his fingers turned white because of the force, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. The turbulent river roared like a beast, and the surging water was daunting. He could only carefully grope his way across the river, testing the depth of the water step by step. The water was so cold that his legs almost lost all feeling. The long journey had exhausted his body to the extreme, and every step was like dragging a heavy burden. His feet seemed to be heavily wrapped in lead blocks, and every step required great effort. But there was always a firm light flashing in his eyes, and that light was like a torch of his inner faith that would never go out. On that dark night, when fatigue and loneliness almost swallowed him, he would look up at the bright starry sky. The starry sky was vast and boundless, and the stars were shining like gems inlaid on the black sky. He drew strength from it and continued to move forward. His firm steps seemed to tell the world that he would not give up easily.

Finally, after a long and arduous journey, Meng Jin arrived at the remains of the Tongtian Tree. The scene in front of him shocked him so much that he was dumbfounded, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't say a word. The Tongtian Tree, which was once so tall and magnificent that it was breathtaking, is now only a dilapidated, desolate and miserable scene. The huge trunk was lying on the ground in pieces. The trunk was extremely thick and used to be the pride of the Tongtian Tree, but now it looked like a stick that was ruthlessly broken and discarded by a giant, looking extremely desolate. The branches were broken into pieces, like the dead branches and leaves that were wantonly destroyed by the strong wind, without any vitality. The branches used to be the home of birds, but now there is only a dead silence. The leaves have withered, leaving only a withered and yellow wasteland. The scene is like a twilight hero, telling the past glory and the present desolation.

Meng Jin slowly bent down, his movements were so gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure in the world, fearing that he would damage it if he was not careful. His eyes were full of awe and regret, as if he was paying tribute to this once great existence. He carefully picked up the petrified leaf on the ground. The surface of the leaf was covered with dense, spider-web-like fine lines, which seemed to be deep marks left by the ruthless carving knife of the years, and each line carried a distant memory. His fingers gently touched those lines, feeling the vicissitudes of time. His eyes revealed endless regret and emotion, and that expression seemed to be mourning for a passing era. He murmured softly, "This towering tree was once a symbol of the ancient forest, with endless vitality and vigor. Its branches and leaves are like a green canopy, dense enough to block out the sun, bringing coolness and peace to all things in the world; its trunk is as thick as a pillar, firmly supporting the ecology of the entire forest, like the backbone of the earth. But now, its life has dissipated, leaving only this barren land, which makes people sigh at the impermanence of the world and the misfortune of fate."

However, Meng Jin did not notice that under the remains of the Tongtian Tree, a small green snake was quietly moving towards him. The body of this small green snake was slender and soft, like a flowing green ribbon, dancing lightly in the dim light. Its body curves gracefully, and every swing has a unique rhythm. Its emerald green scales flashed a strange light in the weak light, and the light was like countless tiny gems inlaid on its body, exuding a mysterious and charming atmosphere. Its eyes were like two bright beads, crystal clear, but staring at Meng Jin closely, revealing a mysterious and dangerous breath in its eyes, which made people shudder. The body of the small green snake slid silently on the ground, its movements were light and agile, without making the slightest sound, as if it was a ghostly existence, gradually approaching the unaware Meng Jin bit by bit. Its body left a faint trace on the ground, and that trace was like the trajectory of fate, quietly stretching towards Meng Jin, waiting for an unknown moment to come.