The Great Dream God

There is always endless wisdom in Meng Jin's eyes, as if every twinkle is an uninterpreted story.

Wei Yanren felt this gaze and couldn't help but blush. He was embarrassed. He seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream and found that he had inadvertently made a small but embarrassing mistake.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, with only Meng Jin's eyes wandering in it, like a silent poem, telling the wisdom and lessons of life. Wei Yanren lowered his head and silently remembered this silent teaching.

Meng Jin's words were gentle and profound, like a breeze on the lake in autumn, quietly blowing past and stirring up ripples on the lake. It was a kind of silent power, calm but powerful. He said: "Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity!" This plain word is like an ancient wisdom stone, polished and smooth, carrying thousands of years of teachings, warning people to be prudent and restrained in their words.

Wei Yanren deeply felt the weight of this sentence, and he felt Meng Jin's good intentions. He raised his head, and his eyes showed a trace of awe after understanding. The panic and embarrassment were replaced by determination at that moment. He nodded carefully, as if swearing to a wise man, and answered word by word: "I understand, I understand! I will engrave this sentence in my heart and make it my code of conduct." His promise was loud and clear, and every word was full of determination, as if leaving a firm mark in the air.

Sun Yifang interrupted the conversation at the right time, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the lake, gently dispelling the solemn atmosphere. His eyes moved between the two people, like the warm sun penetrating the dark clouds, casting the light of understanding and tolerance. He spoke slowly, and every word contained deep wisdom: "Those past misunderstandings and conflicts are like drifting clouds and smoke, dissipating with the wind, let them stay in the past, no need to mention them again, so as not to reopen old wounds."

"We are all ordinary people, and we all make mistakes. Saints are no exception. The key is whether we can face our mistakes, have the courage to admit them, and have the determination to correct them." His voice was calm and firm, like a melodious movement, soothing people's inner wounds. His words were full of deep insights into human nature and recognition of everyone's deep desire for growth and progress.

In this vast demonic territory, a desolate and mysterious land, human existence is like dust, yet tenacious and unyielding. Their footsteps on this cursed land are like the first ray of light at dawn, though weak, illuminating the darkness ahead, leaving a trail of determination. Every gust of wind is accompanied by the echo of their footsteps, a symphony of determination and courage, resounding in this desolate world, shaking the demon's lair.

However, behind them, there was not only the shadow of the devil. There were two figures, as deep as the stars in the night, silent and mysterious, following closely behind them. These two shadows, like the Big Dipper in the dark night sky, guided their direction, and like two solid barriers, guarding their backs.

Under the bright sunshine, two deep black shadows followed the team silently like lost souls entangled in the eternal night. Although their figures were hidden at the edge of the light, their invisible deterrent force was like a shadow, making this vast land seem to be shrouded in a mysterious haze, making it impossible to ignore their existence. They were like ghosts lingering on this land, silent and omnipresent, making people feel a sense of awe.

They are not demons, at least not in the definition of enemies. However, they are playthings of fate with a kind of detached cruelty. They are pulled by the invisible thread of fate and have no choice but to walk the same path with this group of people. Their destinies are intertwined, forming a complex and profound picture.

Lisa's face, once as bright as a spring flower, is now tightly wrapped in a dark cloud of pain, like a painting stained with ink. Her eyes, deep and beautiful, like a lake where stars have fallen, are now filled with endless struggle and hesitation, and every blink seems to tell a heavy story. Her voice is like glass broken by the cold wind, piercing everyone's eardrums, cold and sharp, making it impossible to ignore her suffering. "Following them, is the freedom we pursue just the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water?"

In Ellie's chest, the anger was like hot lava, almost erupting from her tightly closed throat. She clenched her teeth and her low roar seemed to come from the abyss of her soul: "Look, we are crawling in the thorns of life, trying our best to break free, but we find that we can't even ask for a breath of free air, let alone the noble dignity. Is this suffocating situation really more desirable than bravely putting an end to it? At least, at that moment of choice, we can retain the last pride and self-esteem and not be tainted by this world!" Her eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing the darkness. Although her eyes filled with tears were trembling, she stubbornly refused to let the crystal liquid slip, just like the indomitable spirit she held on to in difficult situations.

Lisa, who was present, had a gaze as deep as autumn water, but was filled with endless worries and confusion. Her bright eyes seemed to reflect thousands of question marks, and her heavy brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, like the imprint of ancient wisdom. She gently opened a window of the soul in a soft and firm tone, trying to lead the lost Alice out: "Your parents, those mentors on the journey of life, how did they use the light of wisdom to illuminate your path of understanding this vast world? Have they ever told you what kind of mentality you should have when facing the complexity of the world? Is it calm like a lake, or tenacious like a rock? Is it tolerance to accept everything, or wisdom to see through everything?"

Ellie took a deep breath, recalling her parents' teachings, and her tone gradually calmed down: "They told me that when facing the world, we must be true and brave. Our lives are like the most precious gems, and we need to do our best to protect them." Her voice was full of determination, as if declaring her beliefs to the world.

Lisa looked at her with more understanding and care in her eyes: "Since you understand this truth, you should not talk about death easily. The value of life lies in tenacity. It is not an excuse to escape from difficulties, but a weapon to challenge and overcome difficulties. You must remember that every setback is an opportunity for growth, and every pain is the sand and gravel that sharpens your will. Only after experiencing the ups and downs of life can we truly understand the meaning of freedom and dignity."