The Great Dream God

Meng Jin could never have imagined that the gears of fate would ruthlessly drag him into such a tragic fate in this remote and uninhabited place.

Originally, his heart was burning with a burning desire for the legendary mysterious ruins. That desire was like a raging fire, driving him resolutely to set foot on this seldom-visited area alone.

Along the way, he slept in the open air and suffered a lot. The strong wind was as fierce as a demon, tearing his clothes; the heavy rain roared like a beast, hitting his body mercilessly.

The steep mountain road made it difficult for him to walk, and the thorny jungle cut his skin, but the firm belief in his heart never went out, like a light that never went out, illuminating his way forward.

However, at this moment, he stood in this desolate and bleak land with a heart full of resentment. There was a dead silence all around, only the cold wind whistling in his ears, as if mocking his helplessness. His eyes revealed endless fatigue and deep despair. Those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, no longer able to make a ripple. His body trembled slightly, as if he had endured too much suffering and was about to be overwhelmed.

At this critical moment of life and death, a slender little snake, like a ghost, suddenly jumped out from a deep and dark corner without any warning.

Its speed was so fast, like a bolt of lightning that cut through the darkness. It bit Meng Jin fiercely with astonishing speed.

The little snake moved as fast as the wind. Meng Jin didn't even have a moment to react before it bit him hard.

The moment he was bitten, a sharp pain like a burning flame spread rapidly from the wound to his whole body like a surging tide. He felt as if his whole body was being pressed down by an extremely heavy mountain, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

At the same time, without any warning, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the clear and cloudless sky. With a deafening roar that resounded through the sky, the thunderbolt was like a violent and ferocious dragon, striking directly towards Mengjin with its fangs and claws bared.

Meng Jin's face was instantly filled with an extremely shocked expression. His eyes were as big as copper bells, filled with fear and despair. He stared at the thunder that was getting closer and closer, carrying the breath of destruction, and screamed in despair at the top of his lungs, "What sin have I committed? Why does God treat me so cruelly!"

His voice kept echoing in this empty, lonely and uninhabited wilderness. However, the voice seemed so small and helpless, as if it was swallowed up mercilessly by this vast and boundless wilderness in an instant, leaving no trace.

Before he could recover from this sudden and shocking event, the lightning containing endless destructive power had already fallen mercilessly on his head and exploded suddenly with a loud bang.

In an instant, a dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire wilderness, and the light was so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at it. The extremely powerful impact caused Meng Jin's body to tremble violently like a leaf in the wind.

He felt a heart-wrenching pain like a violent wave, as if thousands of extremely sharp blades were cutting his body madly and wantonly. The pain was beyond description. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, and his body involuntarily retreated, staggering, and almost unable to stand.

He covered his shoulder in pain, and saw the deep teeth marks there were particularly eye-catching. There was also a strange purple glow emanating from the area around the teeth marks. The light was dim and mysterious. It was obvious that he was deeply poisoned and the situation was extremely critical. His life was already hanging by a thread.

Meng Jin gritted his teeth tightly, trying to endure the great pain tenaciously. His heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness, and he said to himself angrily: "Damn it, am I really going to capsize in the gutter?" However, fate did not seem to let him go. Although the pain tortured his body and mind like a demon, Meng Jin still relied on his tenacious willpower to crawl forward step by step. He knew that he must not give up so easily. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would struggle with all his strength.

At this moment, without any sign, a terrifying scene appeared before his eyes. His eyes were filled with extreme fear, because he was shocked to find that the seemingly peaceful land in front of him suddenly began to tremble violently and irregularly. Then, the graves slowly emerged from the ground like a pair of terrifying claws lurking in the depths of hell, with a chilling breath.

Then, one after another, corpses slowly crawled out of the graves in an extremely strange way. The faces of these corpses were distorted beyond human form, as if they had experienced the most cruel torture in the world. The clothes on their bodies had long been tattered and rotten, and under the erosion of time, they exuded a strong and nauseating smell of decay. They staggered to their feet, and the movements seemed stiff and weird. They opened their mouths and emitted low and terrifying roars from the depths of their throats. The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, filled with endless pain and deep resentment, like a curse, spreading in the air.

They kept muttering, and those words seemed to be a mysterious oracle bestowed by God: "On the cruel battlefield before the time and space were tampered with, we were innocent souls who died tragically under the enemy's butcher knife. The raging anger of the spirit of the Tongtian Tree awakened us from the abyss of death and gave us a sacred mission to pull this tampered time and space back to its original track." Meng Jin watched all this in horror, his heart beating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His heart was filled with endless fear and deep doubts at this moment. He had no idea how he was involved in such a terrible incident, nor did he understand what terrible meaning these undead souls had in the tampered time and space.

Meng Jin's heartbeat accelerated like a fierce drumbeat, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down like dense raindrops, wetting his face. He tried desperately to calm himself down, his brain was working rapidly, racking his brains to think of strategies to deal with the current predicament. However, facing this strange and terrifying scene, his brain seemed to be trapped in a chaotic quagmire, all his thoughts were shrouded in fear, and he could not think calmly and clearly at all.

The undead were gradually approaching him, their steps were slow and heavy, and each step was like a heavy hammer, hitting Meng Jin's heart hard, making it more and more difficult for him to breathe. Meng Jin felt an unprecedented despair, like a surging tide, unstoppably surging into his heart.