The Great Dream God

Edward's steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to declare his determination and fearlessness. He held his head high and stepped into the shadowy second floor without flinching. Here, an indescribable sense of oppression came over him, which was even more severe than the fear on the first floor, as if the entire space was roaring and warning him, reminding him of the danger ahead.

The burning malice was like an invisible flame, filling the air and burning every breath. The stone statues on the wall seemed to be watching from the dark, their cold eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts. Every step they took, the ground would make a dull echo, as if telling an ancient and terrifying story. The air was filled with an ancient and decayed smell, mixed with cold sweat and nervousness, which made people's backs chill.

Edward's shadow lengthened in the flickering firelight. He walked alone in the darkness, carrying the fear of the unknown, but remained firm. His eyes were like stars, illuminating the darkness ahead, fearless of any challenge. His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silence, and every beat was a defiance of fear and a challenge to the unknown.

The horror of the second level did not shake his will, but instead inspired his courage. His steps became more and more steady, and every step seemed to be stepping on the enemy's chest, announcing his arrival.

The challenge he faced was a terrifying existence called Nether, a monster that flashed a strange blue light in the dark. The monster was wrapped in a blazing blue flame. The flame did not carry the coldness of winter, but was like the flames of a volcanic eruption, blazing and violent, burning with endless anger and destruction. Each strand of its flame contained blazing energy, and the heat was strong enough to evaporate the hard steel in an instant, leaving only wisps of smoke and dust disappearing in the air. Every breath of Nether was like a small natural disaster, and the blazing flames drew a hideous arc in the air.

The power of the underworld was like lightning before dawn, suddenly illuminating the entire cave. He attacked Edward mercilessly, with a fiery force from the abyss, an irresistible storm of fire. The flames were like a violent tsunami, sweeping in from all directions, and every cluster of sparks burned with the oath of destruction, like the tentacles of a demon, ruthlessly tearing everything around.

Edward stood at the edge of the flames. His figure seemed so small in the blazing fire, yet so tenacious. His eyes were calm and determined. Facing the overwhelming fire attack, he did not flinch, but straightened his chest, ready to meet the challenge. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step was on the hot magma, like a dancer in the sea of ​​fire, dancing with the flames.

The flames rolled like waves, the hot air rushed towards him, the red flames licked the sky, and dyed the originally quiet night red. The ground twisted painfully under the high temperature, and the lava rolled like a picture of hell. Trees, stones, and all life turned to ashes under the baptism of this flame, only Edward's figure still stood, like an unshakable stone monument, tenaciously resisting this destructive impact.

The attack of the underworld surged like a tidal wave, but Edward's faith was as solid as a rock. He fought against the raging flames with fearless courage, and every swing of the sword in his hand declared his determination.

In that moment of crisis, Edward showed extraordinary courage and agility. He jumped up as agilely as a leopard, using the stalactites hanging upside down in the cave as a step, like an eagle soaring in the sky, drawing a graceful arc above the blazing sea of ​​fire. His eyes were calm and firm, like the North Star in the cold night, staring straight at the dark abyss - the underworld.

The black iron sword tightly grasped in his hand seemed to carry an endless weight, but it danced lightly between his wrists. In the light of the blazing fire, the sword flashed with a cold light, like a meteor streaking through the sky in the dark night, piercing straight into the core of the netherworld. That strike was precise and decisive.

Instantly, the air seemed to freeze, and only the symphony of sword and fire echoed in the cave. A heart-shaking roar exploded, and the Netherworld retreated step by step under this fierce blow. Its body was cut by the sword energy, half of it shattered like broken porcelain, scattered in the flames; the other half trembled, as if struggling in pain, stretched out to the sky, spewing out more blazing flames, like a desperate roar, and like a last struggle.

Edward stood in mid-air, letting the flames dance around him, his eyes never leaving Youming.

The flames roared and rolled like a raging dragon, tearing the sky mercilessly, heading straight for Edward who stood in the clouds. His figure looked tough and aloof in the blazing firelight, like a sculpture isolated from the world. Facing the destructive flames, he showed no fear. His eyes were deep and firm, like stars illuminating the darkness, staring straight at the dancing dragon, not taking a step back.

Suddenly, Edward's body shook, like an eagle soaring into the sky, and he rushed down without hesitation, crossing the blazing sea of ​​fire. His movements were smooth and powerful, each step was on the node of time, and each breath was in sync with the rhythm of the flames. The sword in his hand was like a sharp blade breaking through the waves, flashing a cold light. It drew a dazzling arc in the flames, instantly splitting the raging flames in half, like cutting through the gap between heaven and earth.

The flames trembled in the sword light, trying to stop his progress, but Edward's will was as hard as steel, and his sword was indestructible.

The blood-red sword in Edward's hand was like a ray of dawn. Every swing was accompanied by a majestic force. The sword energy was like a blood-red storm, violent and fierce, sweeping towards the place where the netherworld was. Wherever the sword energy went, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistle, like a mournful elegy in the night sky. The blood-red storm collided with the dark power of the netherworld, generating a strong shock wave that shook the entire cave. The crystals on the stone wall fell off one after another, and dust flew in the air.

Under the impact of the blood-colored sword energy, Youming's body instantly shattered, like glass shattered in a violent wind. His figure twisted and struggled in the blood light, and then completely dissipated, leaving only the last ray of light exploding in the darkness, like a meteor streaking through the night, illuminating every corner of the cave, leaving no place for the stalagmites and bats hidden in the shadows to hide.

The blue flame, symbolizing the radiance of life in the netherworld, gradually lost its brightness as it died, like a dying candle, gradually dimming as it flickered, and finally went out completely in silence, leaving only a faint smoke floating in the air.

Edward landed steadily, his eyes as firm as the stars, without a trace of hesitation or fear.