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MidReal Story
Chosen Cultivator of Xianyu
Scenario:帮我生成一个百万字的中国玄幻修仙小说。
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Zhang Hao
ambitious cultivator and rival to Li Wei and Mei Lin, muscular build with a stern face, competitive and secretive
Mei Lin
skilled healer and Li Wei's mentor, friends with Li Wei and rivals with Zhang Hao, elegant with long black hair, wise and compassionate
Li Wei
young cultivator, friends with other protagonists, slender with sharp eyes, determined and curious
I was dreaming of flying again.
In my dream, I was soaring through the air, above a thick, white blanket of fog.
The sun shone brightly on my face, and everything felt so free and easy.
Then, I fell.
I fell a long, long way, into the darkness of the fog below.
I tried to fly again, but nothing happened.
I reached out with my hands, trying to grab onto something that would stop my fall, but there was nothing.
I awoke suddenly, gasping for breath, my heart pounding as if I had truly fallen.
The room was dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through the paper windows.
Mei Lin sat nearby, her eyes closed in meditation, her slender figure a tranquil silhouette against the soft light.
Her presence was a calming anchor amidst my disorientation.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, the remnants of the dream clinging to my mind like shadows.
Mei Lin opened her eyes, sensing my unease, her gaze piercing through the morning haze.
"Another dream?" she asked softly, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
I nodded, recounting the vivid details, trying to relive the sensation of flying and the terror of falling.
Mei Lin listened intently, her expression thoughtful, her brow furrowed in concern.
"We must prepare," she said, rising gracefully to her feet, her movements fluid and deliberate.
She walked over to a nearby chest, adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes, and opened it with a soft creak.
Inside, I saw an array of strange artifacts: crystals that glowed with an ethereal light, talismans etched with ancient runes, and a small vial of shimmering silver liquid.
Mei Lin selected a few items with precision, her hands moving with a quiet confidence that belied the gravity of our situation.
As she worked, the room grew quieter, the silence thickening like a palpable mist that clung to my skin.
Suddenly, a faint hum filled the air, like the distant thrumming of a thousand tiny drums.
Mei Lin's eyes snapped towards the window, her gaze piercing through the paper panes as if she could see beyond the veil of reality.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart racing with anticipation.
But before she could respond, the hum grew louder, and the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy...