The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was completely unaware of the quiet conversation between the two witch slaves behind him. His steps were firm and powerful, like a silent symphony, and every step left a deep mark on the stone slab.

His eyes were as deep as the night sky, reflecting the unknown road ahead. He only had the set goal in mind and had no time to care about anything else.

The star-like lights flickered in the night, illuminating his lonely and resolute back, like a magnificent painting, telling the story of tenacity and perseverance.

In this world shrouded in darkness, his progress was like a flash of lightning that broke through the loneliness, brilliant and shocking.

He knew that the road under his feet had come to an end. Every step he took was on the strings of time, echoing a long melody. In the silent air, there were suddenly waves of footsteps, like the stars in the night sky, sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, breaking this quiet chapter. The sound was like the rhythm of time, whispering quietly in his ears, reminding him that the journey ahead was not lonely, and every step was accompanied by unknown encounters.

A familiar voice suddenly passed by Meng Jin's ears, like ripples of autumn water rippling on a quiet lake. His pupils instantly shrank like needles, revealing a sharp alert. He raised his hand calmly, and waved behind him elegantly and decisively, and the action was like conducting a silent symphony. The drivers on the carriages and horses understood and tightened the reins. The sound of the horses' hooves stopped abruptly, and the air was filled with tension. Meng Jin said in a deep voice: "It's a patrol team, there is a patrol team ahead! Everyone must remain calm and don't act rashly." After the words fell, the atmosphere around became more solemn, as if every movement could touch an unknown string.

Meng Jin led his loyal men to hide behind a majestic earth slope, and a tense atmosphere quietly spread among them. At this moment, his sight passed over the undulating loess, and what came into his eyes was a shocking scene: in front of the plain, a mighty cavalry unit swept in like a storm. They were dressed in dark purple armor, as if wearing the mystery of the night sky, and the long spears in their hands flashed cold edges in the sun, each of which seemed like an invitation to death. The grand and majestic scene made people feel awe, as if an irresistible force was roaring and galloping on the earth.

These cavalry teams, like night elves fallen into the mortal world, are filled with a chilling evil spirit. They are not riding ordinary war horses, but mythical Pegasus, with white jade-like wings on their backs, which seem to tear the space apart and bring about violent storms when they flap gently. Each horse is like the master of the storm center, forming a strange harmony with the riders, and together weaving a shocking and bizarre picture. Their arrival makes the silent land tremble, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm that will overturn the world.

What they rode were not iron-hoofed war horses from the mortal world, but magical Pegasus from the demon clan's territory! It was a legendary creature, the demon Pegasus, whose wings were like blazing flames and whose bodies shone with a mysterious magical luster. Meng Jin saw this scene and couldn't help but feel his throat tighten. He swallowed his saliva and felt awe in his heart. If they were locked by such a powerful enemy, they would probably suffer unprecedented tragic casualties, and every life would tremble in this confrontation.

Meng Jin stared at the scene in front of him, then turned to his trusted companions behind him and said in a deep voice: "Let us wait patiently until these potential threats quietly leave and then appear from behind the hidden earth slope. Otherwise, we may fall into the death net they have carefully woven, and that will be an inescapable doom! Remember, the wisdom of survival often lies in waiting and watching, and acting at the right time." His words were like stars in the night sky, illuminating everyone's uneasy hearts.

Hearing this, the companions behind him cast solemn glances at him. When their eyes met, it was like the collision of stars in the dark night, reflecting endless firmness and determination. Their emotions blended in silence, and their silent nods were like a solemn symphony. Every action was a passion for life and a persistence in survival. They also had a desire for the future and a reverence for life, and no one was willing to open their arms to death easily. At this critical moment, their tacit understanding was like a dazzling diamond, shining brightly in the predicament.

Meng Jin turned his head slowly, and his deep eyes reflected the figures of his companions. They were like a vivid painting, frozen in his heart. A breeze blew by, gently stirring the grass on the slope, like the sound of nature humming in his ears. The wind, like the fingertips of time, quietly slid through the ends of Meng Jin's hair, causing a subtle tremor and taking his thoughts far away.

Meng Jin spoke calmly, his voice was like a deep pool under the night sky, calm and deep: "As long as we remain silent, standing like a silent rock in the wind and rain, calm and unobtrusive. In this way, we can quietly avoid this disaster that is about to sweep in. Let our hearts be like frozen mountains, not stirring up dust, not raising waves, quietly waiting for the storm to pass, and peace will return." His words contained endless wisdom and tenacity, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding everyone to a safe harbor.

In that solemn and dignified occasion, everyone's eyes were focused, like stars gathering, and they all imprinted their expectations on him, Meng Jin. He seemed to be the flickering of a candle in the dark night, the last ray of light before dawn, carrying people's last hope. Meng Jin's name, turning between lips and teeth, was like an ancient poem, containing endless trust and sustenance. Every heart was silently praying that he would be like a sharpening pillar, stabilizing the boat in the wind and rain, and with his power, lighting the way forward for everyone.

Meng Jin took a deep breath of the cold air, as if to swallow up the tension and fear. He squeezed out a silent command through his tightly closed lips: "Keep silent!" These two short words, like thunder in the middle of the night, instantly solidified every movement in the air.

The sound of iron hooves stomping on the ground, like the sound of war drums, came from far away and penetrated the silent fields. It was the demon patrol. Their presence was like a haze, which made people feel depressed. Their figures appeared at the end of the horizon, cold and ruthless, like the messenger of the night, approaching step by step. Meng Jin's heart was beating wildly in his chest, but his eyes were firm and he did not retreat.

When the sound of the demons' horses' hooves gradually faded away and passed over the barren earth slope, Meng Jin's tense nerves relaxed a little. He turned his head slightly and saw his companions behind him. Their eyes also flashed with relief for surviving the disaster. On their tired but relieved faces, a smile of surviving the disaster quietly bloomed.