The Great Dream God

Meng Jin had two new slaves in his hands, and their fates were closely tied to his. With mixed emotions, he led the team into the vast forest. In the forest, ancient trees towered over the sky, blocking out the sun. The sunlight could only be scattered on the thick fallen leaves, creating a mysterious and deep atmosphere. Every step was accompanied by the sound of falling leaves breaking.

When Meng Jin set foot in this boundless demon territory, the first thought that came to his mind was how vast it was. Here, the rolling mountains are like a giant dragon, majestic and ferocious; the barren plains stretch to the end of the sight, like a wound on the earth, bare and desolate. The sky of the demon territory is covered by heavy dark clouds, without a single ray of light, which adds to its mystery and depth.

The second feeling that came to Meng Jin's mind when he stepped into this legendary demon territory was endless desolation and silence. The population here was sparser than he had imagined, as if the whole world was occupied by loneliness and silence. On the vast land, except for a few rugged old trees, there was almost no sign of life. In the sky, dark clouds hung low, like the shadow of a demon, covering this land, adding a bit of gloomy atmosphere.

The architectural style of the Demon Territory is unique, with ruined castles and stone tablets scattered everywhere, silently telling the vicissitudes of history and the cruelty of war. However, these ancient ruins have not attracted any curious explorers. They stand there quietly, like forgotten warriors, guarding this unattended land.

Meng Jin turned to face the group of steadfast followers behind him. Their eyes were like stars, flashing with fearless light. He said in a deep voice: "Friends, we must understand that although this demon territory is vast, the number of demons living in it is actually rare." His voice echoed in the air like a deep valley, and every word was full of power.

"They are not as densely distributed on every inch of land as the legend says, but they are cunningly hiding in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity. Although their numbers are small, each of them is powerful, and each of them has the power to destroy our beliefs." Meng Jin's eyes burned with a flame of vigilance, warning everyone in the team, making them clearly aware of the danger ahead.

"But this does not mean that we will be trapped by fear. Our courage and wisdom are the best weapons to fight against them. The scarcity of demons gives us the opportunity to defeat them one by one and advance step by step." His words were inspiring and stimulated the team's fighting spirit. Their hearts were filled with expectations and determination for unknown challenges.

Meng Jin's words were full of confidence, and he continued: "You may not be able to imagine that those demons feared by the world do not all live in desolate places where few people go. On the contrary, they prefer to find their nests on the edge of civilization, around those towering city-states." His eyes flashed with understanding and insight into this fact.

"They do not avoid people, but choose to keep a subtle distance from human society. Under the shadow of the city walls, they establish their own territory, perhaps for better observation, or perhaps to find some kind of balance. Their existence is like a mirror, reflecting the other side of human nature, which is fear and vigilance." Meng Jin's words are like a scroll, slowly unfolding, giving people a deeper understanding of this unknown world.

“They are not completely barbaric. On the contrary, to some extent, they are inextricably linked with human society. They are on the edge of the city-state, both isolated and integrated. This symbiotic relationship is both their survival strategy and their unique way of life.”

Meng Jin spoke slowly, his words revealing deep insight: "So, the city-states they own are not numerous like stars, but refined and strong, and the value lies in quality rather than quantity." He emphasized, as if painting a magnificent picture, "Each city-state is a populous city, and its scale is as grand as the bright constellations in the sky, each of which is brilliant."

He continued, his voice as leisurely as the gurgling of water: "Millions of people live together in one place, creating a bustling and bustling place. What a magnificent scene it is! The streets crisscross and extend like ribbons to the end of the sight. The towering buildings reach straight into the clouds, like stone tablets in the sky, witnessing the accumulation of years and the glory of civilization. The market is crowded with people and merchants, and various languages ​​are interwoven into a prosperous symphony. That is the most vivid melody of life."

In Meng Jin's words, the world of that city-state comes alive. Each city-state is a populous microcosm. Although they are small, they carry endless vitality and vigor. Every piece of land is filled with a strong breath of life and a prosperous scene.

When Sun Yifang heard this, it was as if a cold wind suddenly pierced his heart. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and the breath condensed into a visible white mist in the air, indicating the horror in his heart. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and endless fear flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if he had seen an unspeakable horror. His voice trembled, like a dead leaf eroded by the frost of the night, with a trace of undisguised trembling: "Those demons are not something we can control. Their power is unfathomable. Every echo in the darkness may hide a deadly trap. Our footsteps should not step into that unknown and dangerous area. Dealing with demons is like dancing on the edge of a knife. If you are not careful, you will fall into an abyss from which there is no return. Therefore, let us avoid their shadows and stay away from their territory to preserve our peace and survival." His words were loud and clear, and every word was filled with deep fear of unknown demons.

Sun Yifang, the wise man who was always known for his sharp words, actually proposed to avoid fighting at this moment: "Those demons entrenched around the city-state are numerous and hideous in appearance. We should choose to avoid them and detour thousands of miles to avoid stepping into danger!" There was a rare trace of worry in his words, as if the dark shadow had quietly shrouded his heart.

In response, Wei Yanren's eyes flashed with subtle sarcasm. He looked deeply at Sun Yifang, with a hint of helplessness and mockery in his tone: "Don't you often accuse people like us of being too cowardly and lacking courage?" His voice was like a gurgling stream, every word was like a pearl, and it struck people's hearts.

Wei Yanren continued, "How come in the blink of an eye, you have become the one who fears the devil the most?" This sentence was like an invisible sword, gently provoking Sun Yifang's embarrassment. His cheeks flushed slightly, like maple leaves in the sunset, and he remained silent. It was obviously because the previous bold words seemed particularly harsh at this moment, leaving him no way to refute.