The Great Dream God

Under the Tongtian Tree, the ancient and mysterious Tongtian Tree reaches straight into the sky, as if it is a giant pillar connecting heaven and earth, trying to poke a huge hole in the sky. It is so high and majestic that people can't help but marvel at the uncanny workmanship of nature.

The trunk is so thick that it is beyond human imagination. Even if dozens of people work together and open their arms to try to hug it, they can only sigh and sigh, and it is difficult to completely surround it. The trunk is like a solid fortress, solid and incomparable, and seems to carry the vicissitudes of time and endless stories.

The bark is covered with deep and complex gullies, which seem to be masterpieces carefully carved by time. They are like wrinkles on the face of an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and each one contains a legendary story from the past. These gullies have witnessed the passage of time and silently narrated the past events buried by time.

The luxuriant branches and leaves extend unscrupulously in all directions, overlapping and intertwining with each other, forming a huge green umbrella. The dense branches and leaves seem to be woven by the skillful hands of nature, closely connecting the vast sky and the vast earth, creating a natural beauty. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, like strands of golden threads, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. These lights and shadows are like a wonderful dream, making people feel as if they are in an illusory world, intoxicated by it, and forgetting the troubles of the world.

The old warrior god was standing under the towering tree filled with mysterious atmosphere. His face was full of fatigue, but his eyes revealed a determined light. He had gone through countless hardships and obstacles and finally succeeded in rescuing Meng Jin from the predicament. In this long and arduous rescue process, the old warrior god almost exhausted all his energy.

Each of his movements was filled with unstoppable strength and unwavering determination. His determined eyes were like sharp arrows, seemingly able to easily penetrate all difficulties and obstacles. His posture was as tall and straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The old war god said: "I finally rescued you, Meng Jin!" There was a hint of relief and fatigue in his voice.

Meng Jin responded: "Uncle, thank you..." His voice was weak, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

However, the long and fierce battle made the old war god extremely tired. Sweat flowed down from his forehead like a raging waterfall. The sweat fell heavily on the ground drop by drop, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if swallowed by the earth. The sweat had already soaked his clothes thoroughly. The originally neat clothes became wet at this moment, tightly attached to his body, outlining the outline of his strong body clearly and unmistakably.

Just when Meng Jin was rescued, something unexpected happened. He suddenly couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of strange purple blood. The color of this blood was extremely strange, shining with a strange light under the bright sunshine, like a mysterious purple gem, exuding an unsettling atmosphere. The light seemed to contain some strange magic, making people dare not look directly at it easily, as if once they looked into it, their souls would be devoured by it.

The old martial god's heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tide. His face became solemn, and his eyes were full of worry.

The old war god asked, "What's going on?" There was a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in his voice.

Meng Jin replied weakly: "I... I feel very unwell..." His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed despair and fear.

The experienced old martial god, relying on his years of experience and keen intuition, concluded that Meng Jin was bitten by a snake hidden in the Tongtian tree. The poison of this snake is extremely toxic. Once the venom enters the human body, it will spread rapidly at an alarming speed, like a blazing fire, ruthlessly corroding every part of the body. The pain brought by the venom is like millions of ants gnawing at the body, which is unbearable and even directly endangers life.

Looking at Meng Jin's frail appearance, the old martial god's eyes revealed an incomparable determination. His gaze was like a torch, as if it could illuminate the darkness ahead.

The old war god said: "Time is running out. We must find the antidote as soon as possible to save your life!" His voice was firm and powerful, full of respect for life and fearlessness of difficulties.

Meng Jin responded weakly: "Okay..." There was a flash of helplessness and despair in his eyes, as if he had seen the end of his life.

Therefore, the old war god resolutely decided to take Meng Jin to Qingyun City to seek medical treatment and medicine.

The old war god said: "Let's go to Qingyun City. It's prosperous and lively there. There must be a doctor with superb medical skills who can save you." His voice was full of hope and confidence.

When Meng Jin heard the words "Qingyun City", his face instantly became extremely ugly, as if shrouded by a thick haze. A trace of panic and fear flashed in his eyes, which was an indescribable complex emotion.

Meng Jin murmured, "Qingyun City..." Those three words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the secret deep in his heart that he didn't want to be mentioned. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, which was the fear and anxiety from deep in his heart, as if he saw a terrible scene like the end of the world. His body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he was bound by an invisible and powerful force and could not break free. That force was like a cold iron chain, tightly wrapped around his body and mind, making him feel difficult to breathe, as if he was about to suffocate.

Although the old martial god did not notice Meng Jin's abnormality, Meng Jin's heart was like a storm, and he could not calm down for a long time. Those memories buried deep in his heart kept surging into his heart like a surging tide, making him extremely painful. Those memories were like the sharp claws of the devil, tearing his heart fiercely, making him fall into an endless abyss of pain, unable to extricate himself.

Taking advantage of the time when the old Martial God was not paying attention, Meng Jin quietly left.

Meng Jin said: "Thank you for your kindness..." There was a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice.

His steps were hurried and frantic, as if he was trying to escape from something extremely scary. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, beating wildly in his chest like an intense drumbeat, and his breathing became extremely rapid, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe normally. Every step he took seemed so heavy, as if he was carrying an extremely heavy mountain, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Meng Jin ran forward desperately, his figure seemed particularly lonely and insignificant in the wilderness. His footsteps quickly stepped on the dense grass, making a rustling sound, which was particularly clear in the silent wilderness, startling a group of birds that lived there. The birds flapped their wings and flew into the sky, as if they were also affected by Meng Jin's panic. They circled in the air, making bursts of sad cries, as if they felt sad and helpless for Meng Jin's fate.

His figure gradually went away in the wilderness, and finally disappeared on the distant horizon, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, drifting alone in the wind, not knowing where it would go. Only the old martial god was left standing there alone, looking in the direction where Meng Jin left, his eyes filled with endless confusion and deep worry.

The old war god said to himself: "Why did this kid leave suddenly? What is he avoiding?" His voice was full of doubt and confusion, and his eyes revealed his concern for Meng Jin.