The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's voice echoed in the empty cave, like the cold wind in winter, cold and deep. He was silent for a long time, that time seemed to be stretched into eternity, and every second was increasing the oppression in the air.

He finally spoke, and every word sounded like blood squeezed from his heart: "I understand that the resentment in your hearts is like a seed crushed by a stone, eager to break out of the ground. In my chest, there is also a rage that cannot be vented. However, we must face the reality. We are gathered here today not out of personal will, but driven by this mission. It is the decision of those high and mighty dignitaries of the human empire. With just a flick of their fingers, we become pawns on the chessboard."

Everyone lowered their heads when they heard this. Silence was like a heavy iron chain that bound everyone's heart. Their eyes were lowered, but they could not avoid the helpless recognition in their hearts. Although Meng Jin's words were cold, they were like a sharp mirror, ruthlessly reflecting the truth, which could not be denied or escaped.

In this heavy silence, waves of footsteps pierced the silence, like meteors in the night sky, brief but eye-catching. Everyone raised their eyes and saw a figure quietly appearing at the entrance of the cave. It was Lisa, with the mark of a slave branded on her forehead, like an indelible mark of shame.

Lisa's appearance was like a bolt from the blue, instantly igniting Sun Yifang's anger. His eyes were like lava from a volcano, instantly gushing out, and his roar echoed in the stone chamber, shocking everyone: "How dare you come back! It was your sisters' betrayal that pushed us into this endless abyss! Our honor and dignity were all destroyed in your betrayal!"

Lisa stood there, facing Sun Yifang's anger. No one could interpret whether her eyes revealed deep guilt or firm determination.

Meng Jin stood in the courtyard under the moonlight, with a hint of surprise in his tone, and slowly said: "I thought that you had disappeared forever in the endless horizon, and those vows and promises were like fallen leaves, disappearing with the wind. In every quiet afternoon, I sat alone in the corner of the study, holding your slave contract tightly in my hand, secretly wondering whether I should tear it into pieces on a day when the wind is light and the clouds are clear, so that your soul will be scattered in the void like dust, and you will never have peace in the world."

Hearing this, Lisa's body was like a reed in the autumn water, trembling in the cold wind. She widened her eyes, unable to believe the cruelty contained in Meng Jin's words. Meng Jin pulled out a yellowed contract from his wide sleeves. It was stained with traces of time, as if depicting the laughter and tears of Ellie when she was alive. His words were as cold as ice: "Although her body has withered, her soul has not disappeared. It will circulate in the six reincarnations, looking for a new destiny. However, I, Meng Jin, do not want her to endure such reincarnation pain. Just tear this contract apart, and it will be the end of her soul. She will become a wandering ghost, with no place to return."

Lisa rushed forward in fear, her heart was broken, unable to accept such a fact. Ellie, the lively and lovely sister, was now in misfortune and fell under the galloping horse's hooves. How could she bear to let her soul suffer such torture? With a firm light flashing in her eyes, she used all her strength to stop Meng Jin's hand and shouted hoarsely: "No, we can't do this! Even if she has left us, she is still our relative. I want her to rest in peace, not to be torn apart!"

Lisa rushed forward like the wind, her goal was the heavy slave contract held tightly in Meng Jin's hand. Meng Jin, his eyes flashed with determination, and he raised the hand that controlled his fate without hesitation, as if announcing his determination to the world.

The surrounding charioteers, those loyal followers, gathered around in an instant like hounds smelling blood. They pounced on Lisa at lightning speed. Her struggle seemed so weak in front of their strength. She was pressed heavily to the ground, and the dust filled the air, as if foreshadowing a coming storm.

Meng Jin's eyes were cold and confused. He looked down at the suppressed Lisa and asked, "How dare you challenge my authority? Do you want to follow in Ellie's footsteps and turn into dust?" His voice was low and majestic, like an ancient horn, shaking people's hearts.

Lisa raised her face covered in dirt with difficulty, her eyes full of bloodshot, a mixture of anger, pain and determination. "No, Master," she retorted hoarsely, "Ellie's betrayal was her choice. I, Lisa, have never betrayed you. Today, I came here at the risk of my life, just to offer you a plan to help us overcome the crisis in front of us."

Meng Jin heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he blinked slowly and powerfully, that action seemed to be thinking about some deep puzzle. Then, he raised his formidable hand, waved it gently, and the group of fools retreated like a tide, leaving Lisa alone to face him, her tenacity and determination at this moment seemed extremely clear.

In this battle between power and loyalty, Lisa's courage is like the dawning light, trying to penetrate the thick dark clouds and illuminate Meng Jin's heart filled with doubts.

Lisa slowly raised her gentle yet resolute face. Her voice was like the melodious sound of a piano in the night wind, firmly echoing in the hall: "My lord, your dream technique is like an invisible chain, pulling the misguided souls into the abyss of your illusion. There is a place of end from which they cannot escape, and it is the silent realm of the dead."

Meng Jin frowned slightly when he heard that. He was somewhat dissatisfied with Alice's frankness. However, he chose to remain silent and just nodded slightly. The silent response was like waves in the dark night, spreading quietly.

Lisa held the silver flute tightly in her hand, and the gems inlaid on it sparkled mysteriously under the candlelight. She continued: "This magic flute is a magic weapon in my hand that controls people's hearts. It can weave illusions and confuse people's reason. But its real power lies in its unparalleled hypnotic power. Just one song can make the enemy patrol fall asleep in the blink of an eye. At that time, Lord Mengjin, won't you be able to soar like an eagle and easily seize the final victory?" Her words were like flowing poems, and every word was full of power.

"I believe that our cooperation will be the most perfect symphony in the world. I weave dreams with the sound of the flute, and you control life and death with illusions. We are like the Big Dipper and the Southern Cross in the sky. Although we are independent, we jointly guide the journey in the darkness. Together, we will surely lead those demon patrols into deep dreams and make them fall to our strategies silently. Our tacit understanding is like the dance of moonlight and stars. Although silent, it can illuminate the entire night sky and lead us to the other side of victory!"