The Great Dream God

In the mysterious and gloomy atmosphere, pedestrians walked with heavy steps, each with their own hidden thoughts in their hearts, as if every heartbeat resonated with the impending doom. They walked along the winding dream road, and every step sounded the prelude to the unknown. Suddenly, the unreachable horizon began to stir, like purple ink splashed on a dark canvas, gradually condensing into shape, revealing a terrifying army.

It was a legion of purple demons. Their figures looked particularly hideous in the afterglow of the sunset, as if they were the fear itself that had emerged from the bottom of the abyss. Their armor flashed with a cold purple light, and every scratch recorded endless sins; their eyes were piercing, like the burning fire of hell, piercing people's hearts and making it impossible to escape. They came not for a peaceful greeting, but with a violent storm of malice, sweeping across this dreamland.

This menacing purple torrent echoed in the air like a devil's whisper, foreshadowing an inevitable storm.

Meng Jin took a deep breath of air slowly, as if he wanted to take all the courage and tenacity in the world into his chest. He glanced at Edward beside him. The usually fearless warrior was now trembling like an autumn leaf in the cold wind. Edward turned his head with difficulty, his eyes flashing with fear and helplessness, and whispered to Meng Jin in a trembling voice: "Their power is unfathomable, I, I am powerless to compete!"

The air around them seemed to freeze, filled with tension and depression. Edward's words were like the sound of a bell in the twilight, heavy and distant, and every word struck their hearts. That powerful enemy was so powerful that it was suffocating, like a towering mountain or a boundless sea. Even a brave man like Edward had to feel insignificant and powerless in front of him.

Meng Jin gently stroked his chin, his eyes flashing with deep thought, as if he was seeing into the endless unknown. Facing the brave and fearless Edward, he slowly spoke, his tone gentle but full of determination: "Your opponent may be stronger than you expected, and may even put you in trouble, but no matter what, you must straighten your spine and move forward bravely. Don't be afraid, don't retreat, throw yourself into the battle first, show your courage and determination. During this period, I will do my best to find all possible strategies and assistance to pave the way for your victory! Let us meet the challenge together and interpret the power of tenacity and wisdom with action."

Edward seemed to be on the verge of death at this moment. His throat was surging with old hot blood, almost bursting out, turning into a sad and beautiful red poem. His trembling voice echoed in the air, like a sad elegy in the castle: "My noble Lord, if you insist on letting me go forward, I am afraid that my fragile body will not be able to bear it. I will really, really wither in this endless struggle, like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, but with unfinished regrets, disappearing from the world!"

Hearing this, Meng Jin showed a trace of contempt on his face. He responded indifferently: "Some meaningless chatter, no need to repeat it in public. I am not interested in speculating whether you can survive. My order is as heavy as a mountain. How can it not be obeyed? It stands there, majestic and firm, like the iron law between heaven and earth. If you choose to ignore it, then I must have a way to correct your choice! My authority cannot be challenged, and my decision cannot be shaken."

Edward spoke with a firm gaze and a resolute attitude, "Oh, my noble master, I know your wishes. Even if I have to face the storm with a heart of stone, I will move forward bravely! This is not a rash promise, but my oath to you, just like the bright stars illuminating the dark night sky, and like the passionate drums resounding through the majestic castle. I am willing to bear the burden, even if it is difficult, I will break through the thorns and reach the other side of your expectation. Please believe that no matter what difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I will straighten my spine, bite the bullet, and move forward without hesitation, just to fulfill my promise to you, because your will is the direction of my actions!"

Meng Jin's eyes were fixed on Edward's resolute back. He was a slave who was about to step into the vortex of fate. Every step he took was like stepping on a heavy lead plate. He was not only heading forward, but also heading towards endless unknowns and dangers. Edward's spine was as straight as a pine tree, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, but he was still tenacious and unyielding. Although his steps were slow, they were full of determination, as if every inch of land was echoing his silent oath.

Meng Jin pondered, his eyes flashing with memories of the past and deep thoughts about the characters. He spoke slowly, like an ancient chronicle whispering: "Edward, he was a brave man with a fearless flame in his chest! Every step he took was in a firm rhythm, and every decision he made showed the boiling blood behind his iron heart. In the turbulent times, he was like an unshakable lighthouse, illuminating the way forward with his courage, and letting fear retreat in the face of tenacity. His eyes were sharp and bright, as if they could penetrate the darkness and reach the essence of things. His shoulders were solid and powerful, carrying responsibilities and responsibilities, and he did not complain about the long way to go. Edward, his name itself is a hymn praising courage, and his existence is the most powerful rebuttal to cowardice."

Edward was like a sharp lightning that pierced through the dark night. He suddenly jumped up, his body flashing with a resolute light in the moonlight. His steps were firm and resolute, and every step broke the silence, rushing towards the unreachable horizon. His figure gradually faded in the astonished eyes of the purple dark demon and Meng Jin, and finally disappeared without a trace like a phantom. This unexpected scene made the demon's pupils shrink, and Meng Jin's face also flashed a trace of astonishment. They never expected that Edward would choose such a way - to escape!

Witnessing this scene, Sun Yifang's heart was like a galloping horse, and the astonishment on his face was difficult to conceal. The long-accumulated old blood in his chest was almost gushing out. He sighed: "I thought this man would fight to the death until his last breath, but I didn't expect that he chose to retreat bravely and run straight on the road to escape! This kind of change is really unexpected and jaw-dropping." His voice was full of expectations for heroism and helplessness of realistic choices, as if he was telling us that the world is impermanent and heroes also have to retreat.

Meng Jin's face seemed to be coated with a layer of golden glow, and his smile was warm and deep, as if it could penetrate the clouds and reach the deepest part of people's hearts. He spoke slowly, and every word was like pearls rolling down the tranquil lake, rippling with wisdom: "No matter where he flees to, no matter where he hides, he will not be able to escape the fetters of fate. He will come back, because this is his destiny, his way home. We just need to wait quietly, even for a day, until his figure reappears in our sight. If he does not return, let the slave contract that once bound him disappear with the wind, turn into dust, and end this past. This is not forgiveness for him, but a release from the past, a gift of freedom for him, and a liberation for ourselves."