The Great Dream God

Finally, they broke free from the thick velvet-like mist, as if they had leaped out of the abyss of chaos and entered a whole new world. More than a hundred tenacious drivers, their figures shone brightly in the rising sun, like mythical figures awakening in the morning light, bathing in this golden baptism.

The golden light, like a generous gift from the God of the Sky, gently brushed across their cheeks, warm and solemn, like loving fingers, gently sweeping away the frost and fatigue on their faces, dispelling the haze and coldness surrounding them. Every ray of light was like a hymn to life, awakening the hope and tenacity deep in their hearts.

Meng Jin slowly raised his worldly eyes and looked up at the boundless blue sky. Complex emotions flashed in his eyes, including gratitude, doubt, and awe of the unknown future. The land they were standing on at the moment was the demon territory, an existence whose name was enough to make people feel terrified. Here, the air seemed to condense heavy pressure and endless fear. Every step taken could trigger the crisis hidden in the dark, and every inch of soil was whispering the coldness and ruthlessness of this area.

Although the sun was shining brightly on the demon territory, it could not completely drive away the pervasive darkness. Light and shadow intertwined here, forming a strange tranquility, like a symphony of light and darkness, playing out the mystery and weirdness of this area.

Meng Jin's heart is like a wasteland eroded by the cold winter. Even with the raging snow and wind, he still chooses to move forward resolutely. He knows that the difficulties of life are like the biting north wind. The more you shrink, the more you will be ruthlessly swallowed by it. Every step he takes is like stepping on sharp ice chips, which hurts his bones, but he knows that turning back is no longer a way out. The only way to fight back against difficulties is to move forward. There is an unyielding light in his eyes, as if telling the world that no matter how big the challenge is, it cannot shake his determination.

Wei Yanren was staggering at the moment, and every step he took seemed so cautious, as if he was not walking on solid ground, but on a thin layer of ice. There was a trace of fear in his eyes, a fear of the unknown, and a retreat from difficulties. His face, once lively, was replaced by deep worry, like a faded painting that had lost its original color.

Sun Yifang was like a candle burning in the middle of the night, exhausted but determined. His silence was like a silent sad song, and every glance was filled with a heavy story. His face looked particularly pale in the dark night, a kind of silence after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain, a kind of silent resistance. Originally, he was always talking and laughing, but now he chose to be silent, as if the pause button was pressed, making everything around him fall into stillness.

Meng Jin slowly turned around, his eyes shining brightly on Sun Yifang who was standing still. His eyes were full of confusion, as if he was looking for a lost star in the starry sky. "Sun Yifang, why are you standing still at this moment? Are you willing to become a disappearing figure in this mighty team, letting us drift away?" His words were like the late autumn breeze, with a hint of coolness, but also full of concern.

Sun Yifang stood there, as if he was tightly entangled in the vortex of time, and the world around him became blurred in the rush. His eyes were deep, as if they were hiding endless secrets, as if he was thinking about an unspeakable burden. His lips were tightly closed, like an unsolved mystery, which made people speculate endlessly. Meng Jin's words echoed in his ears, like the sound of a bell in the distance, reminding and urging him.

"I know that you have doubts and struggles in your heart. But remember, this team moving forward will not ruthlessly abandon you, but will look forward to your pursuit. Every step you take is a commitment to the future, and every moment of hesitation is a challenge to yourself. We are not leaving you, but we just hope that you can find your own pace and move forward with us." Meng Jin's words were like the warm sun.

Sun Yifang stood in the empty space, his figure like a lonely sculpture, frozen in the river of time. His eyes were like the deep sky before dawn, covered with blood-red veins, as if carrying endless pain and regret. His low voice echoed in the air, and every word was like a pit made by pain, deeply engraved in the listener's heart.

"There's no way! I've tried thousands of times, but I still can't erase Zhang Duanyin's presence!" His words were like the cold wind of winter, piercing and resolute, with scars that could not be healed. Zhang Duanyin, the man who used to smile and try to please him all the time, has now become the eternal pain in his heart.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if the force of the stabbing knife still remained, and the scene in his memory was vivid.

"How could I forget? His laughter, his eyes, and even every time he tried to please me, they are all engraved in my heart like a brand." Sun Yifang's voice was full of self-reproach, his heart trembled in self-judgment, and every recollection was a new torture.

He stood there with his back to the world and let the storm in his heart rage.

Wei Yanren slowly raised his tired but determined eyes and stared at Sun Yifang opposite him. His eyes reflected the other person's shadow, and at the same time, they were overflowing with endless tears. Those tears, like broken pearls, rolled down his resolute cheeks one by one, telling of unspeakable pain and helplessness.

"This is not your fault, Sun Yifang." His voice was low and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart. "We have all become pawns of this conspiracy, pushed by invisible hands, step by step to the edge of despair. Your attack on him is nothing more than the inevitable result of this tragedy, our struggle and fightback in the endless darkness."

Wei Yanren's eyes flashed with pain, and his heart seemed to be pierced by a sword. Every tear was a mourning for the past and a struggle against fate. "We have all been calculated. Everyone is forced to play a role they don't want to play in this game. Your actions are a resistance to the coercion, a pity for the innocent lives, and an accusation against the world."

His tears slid down onto the cold, hard ground, making heavy echoes, as if questioning this ruthless world.

At the edge of the emerald jungle, the grass was like a piece of emerald embedded in the embrace of the earth. The breeze blew gently, taking away a trace of quiet silence. Sun Yifang was standing on this quiet grass at this moment. His figure looked particularly lonely and resolute in the afterglow of the sunset.

Suddenly, his chest rose and fell violently, as if the anger that had been accumulated for thousands of years suddenly burned at this moment, and his deep eyes reflected endless self-blame and pain. "No matter what!" He roared, his voice was like thunder that broke through the sky and shook the entire jungle, "It was all me, I ended his life with my own hands! These so-called reasons are just excuses for self-comfort and lies to avoid the condemnation of conscience!"

Sun Yifang's words were like sharp swords, piercing the air. Every word and sentence carried a heavy weight, which was the regret for the past and the acceptance of responsibility.