The Great Dream God

The demon patrols meandered through the foot of the lofty mountains, like a long black snake crawling on the silver brocade of the moonlight. Their figures cast a series of eerie silhouettes in the deep moonlight, cold and ruthless, like the sharp claws of the shadows in the night, and every inch of their movement left a heart-pounding tremor in the silent night.

At the same time, on the top of the towering mountain, a mysterious and elegant silhouette stood silently. It was Lisa. Her figure was like an elf sculpted by the moonlight, echoing the starry sky. In her hand, she held an ancient magic flute that had been precipitated by the years. It was engraved with mysterious runes, as if it contained endless stories. This magic flute, like the stars in her eyes, flashed with an alluring light, foreshadowing the unknown power that was about to be awakened.

At this moment, Lisa took a deep breath of the cool night wind, ready to blow the magic flute, letting the melodious melody echo through the valley, like a weeping complaint, like a elegy for the night, and like a prelude to dawn.

As her delicate red lips gently touched the ancient bamboo flute, a stream of notes like a clear spring instantly surged out, like a stream in a mountain stream, flowing gracefully in the quiet valley, stirring up layers of ripples. The flute sound was melodious and deep, like the bright moonlight pouring on the quiet lake, rippling silver waves, and it was like a nightingale singing softly in the deep woods, the melody was gentle, touching every sleeping heart.

This mysterious melody, like an invisible tentacle, penetrated the dark night, crossed the steep peaks, and reached the ears of every demon. Their originally fierce eyes flickered with an indescribable doubt, as if they were captivated by this heavenly sound. The patrol team members, those warriors who were used to hunting in the dark, could not help but let down their guard at this moment. Their eyes were drawn by the music from the top of the mountain, and they looked up at the beautiful figure under the bright moon.

Lisa was seen in the moonlight, with a graceful figure like an elegant ink painting. Her flute sounds intertwined with the moonlight, like a dream. She seemed like a fairy walking out of the Moon Palace, spreading tranquility and beauty to this land shrouded in darkness.

In the melodious flute sound, their limbs seemed to be gently brushed by the soft moonlight, gradually losing their original hardness and becoming as gentle as water. Tiredness, that boundless tiredness, was like an invisible giant net woven by illusions, spreading silently from all directions, quietly covering their hearts, and making their wills tremble slightly in the velvety melody.

At this moment, the demon captain in purple armor, his eyes were as bright as stars, but at this moment they froze into ice. He keenly sensed the weirdness in the sound of the flute, an undercurrent hidden under the tranquility, a force that could shake their hard hearts. His wide eyes reflected the fear and challenge of the unknown, but he found that he could not break free from the shackles of this melody, which was as deep as the abyss and could not be escaped.

The captain's voice was low and firm, like an ancient stone tablet speaking in the wind: "We must remain vigilant. This flute sound is not just a piece of music, it carries a hypnotic spell! We must take turns sleeping while others must stay awake and use vigilant eyes to pierce the fog of this illusion. Only in this way can we break this invisible shackle and resist its temptation and erosion!"

After saying this, the demon in purple armor slowly closed his deep eyes like a tired poet, as if being led by the ethereal flute sound, he stepped into the abyss of a dream. His body, heavy and powerless, quietly fell on the hard stone slab like a fallen leaf, and began this quiet and solemn "night watch" ceremony. His companions were all conquered by the mysterious flute sound for a while, and followed suit, falling into a deep sleep one by one under the moonlight, like flowers in winter, quietly waiting for the arrival of dawn.

At the foot of the mountain, the world seemed to be muted, with only the melody of the magic flute circling in the night sky, like a long nocturne, humming the secrets of the night.

Meng Jin was in the deep cave, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips. His fingers gently rested on an ancient ring, as if he had touched some mysterious mechanism. The next moment, his soul was like a meteor that pierced through the darkness, rushing down the mountain at lightning speed, like an invisible wind passing through the treetops, quietly sneaking into the depths of the devil captain's mind.

The devil captain's name was Edward, and his name echoed in the night with a strange rhythm. When Meng Jin's soul broke into his ocean of consciousness, Edward's world instantly became like a dream. His memory was like a page of a book that was suddenly turned, and scenes of his past life unfolded before Meng Jin's eyes, as clear as yesterday's events, cruel and real.

Edward's past is like peeled corn, each grain is full and vivid. Meng Jin has a full view of his growth, struggle, ambition and pain. Those corners that were once covered by dust over the years, those secrets hidden deep in his heart, are exposed one by one in the bright light and shadow under the touch of Meng Jin's soul. His smile, his tears, his anger, his despair, like colorful fragments, shine with unique light in Meng Jin's vision.

Deep in that dreamland filled with smoke, Edward seemed to have traveled through the long river of time and revisited his memories that had been buried by the years.

Since childhood, he grew up in a noble and majestic family of demon lords. It was an ancient castle standing on the edge of the dark abyss, and the stone steps were engraved with the family's glory and vicissitudes.

However, in this big family full of demon offspring, Edward did not receive the love he deserved, and his existence was as insignificant as the dust among the stars. This planted the seeds of tenacity in him early on, and he vowed to use his own strength to open up a brilliant path of his own.

As he grew older, Edward's will became stronger and stronger, and he decided to step into the trial place of the demon city-state - Tunguska Volcano.

This volcano is like the entrance to hell, spewing hot lava and roaring the prelude to death. All the trial participants know that this is a battle between life and death. Nine people enter and only one person comes out. Life and death are unpredictable.

However, Edward did not back down. With a desire for life and a longing for freedom, he stepped onto the battlefield of blood and fire.

The flames of the crater illuminated his determination, and the heat of the lava sharpened his will. He traveled through the belly of the volcano, and every step he took was on the edge of death.

He witnessed the fall of his companions and felt the suffocation of despair, but he never gave up hope of life.