The contestant is too old, sister Zhou is crazy

"It seems that you do have some abilities. However, the game has just begun." For the first time, a subtle fluctuation appeared in the evil beast's voice, as if it was the first recognition of the strength of the three people.

The battle continued, both sides were evenly matched, the clouds in the sky rolled due to the collision of energy, and the ground was shaking. In the interval of fierce battle, a clear child's laughter sounded at an inopportune time, attracting everyone's attention.

"Dad, Mom, look, those are butterflies of light!" The little boy pointed excitedly at the wonder that suddenly appeared in the sky. The butterflies formed by pure light were dancing around the evil beast. Although they were tiny, they eroded the dark aura of the evil beast bit by bit.

"This is..." Su Mo was surprised to find that these butterflies of light actually came from a little girl she had cured in a remote village before. Her pure heart of gratitude gathered into incredible power.

"Light is not limited to size. As long as there is faith, it will bloom." Li Zixue sighed softly. She felt the hope and courage in the air around her.

"We are not fighting alone. The light in everyone's heart is cheering us on." Zhao Ming's words inspired everyone, including the evil beast that once seemed invincible. Its body no longer seemed so huge and terrifying.

Just as the evil beast's momentum began to waver, Zhao Ming, Su Mo, and Li Zixue seized the opportunity, gathered all their strength, and launched a strike. The power of light condensed into a brilliant beam of light, piercing the heart of the evil beast. The evil beast howled, and its huge body gradually dissipated into the air, leaving only a warm light and hope for new life.

The battle was over, and the three of them smiled at each other. It was the most sincere smile after going through the test of life and death.

"It seems that we have done it." Zhao Ming put away the Thunder Sword and looked at the city that had returned to peace.

"Not only that, we also witnessed a miracle." Su Mo sighed. Those butterflies of light were still flying in the air, bringing warmth to every corner.

"Yes, light always finds its way." Li Zixue smiled. Her staff was also surrounded by several butterflies of light that were reluctant to leave, as if they were new friends.

"Now, let's go back and tell everyone that no matter how powerful the darkness is, light and hope will never be absent." Zhao Ming suggested. He turned and looked into the distance, where there were people waiting for their triumphant return, and there were more unknown journeys waiting.

"Let's set out again towards the light." Su Mo and Li Zixue responded in unison. They joined hands and set out on their journey home. Behind them was the city that was gradually recovering its vitality, and in front of them was a future with infinite possibilities.

"I hope that the stories and hopes collected along the way can become a light in the hearts of more people." Li Zixue said as she walked, her eyes gently sweeping over the smiling faces of every person who had rebuilt their homes. Those eyes that were sparkling with the rekindled light made her faith even stronger.

Zhao Ming stopped and looked back at the city that was gradually receding. Under the setting sun, it was like a layer of golden armor, no longer gloomy. "Perhaps, our journey is not just to eliminate darkness, but more importantly, to spread light." His words seemed to be talking to himself, but also like a reminder to his companions.

Su Mo chuckled, her smile carrying a hint of relief and anticipation. "Indeed, after every battle, what is left behind should not only be scars, but also expectations for tomorrow. I think this is the true mission of the Light Messenger."

The three continued to move forward, and soon they stepped into a mysterious forest. The soft light and the fragrance of flowers here formed a sharp contrast with the battlefield they had just left. It seemed that this was a resting place specially prepared for them by nature.

"Look over there, there is a small village." Li Zixue pointed to a place not far away where smoke from cooking fires rose up, revealing a peaceful and harmonious scene.

"Let's go there and rest for a night, and see if there's anything we can do to help," Zhao Ming suggested. He could never ignore any place that needed light.

The villagers were surprised and delighted to see the three messengers of light, and they gathered around them. The village chief was a kind old man. He held Zhao Ming's hand tightly, and his gratitude was overflowing with words. "Honorable messengers, thank you for guiding you here. Although we have not suffered any disaster, we have been lacking pure water for a long time. We hope to get your help."

Zhao Ming and the other two exchanged glances and then nodded in agreement. For them, whether it was fighting against the evil beasts or solving the villagers' plight, it was the duty of the messenger of light.

As night fell, the three of them gathered around the campfire to discuss solutions with the villagers. Li Zixue proposed the idea of ​​using her elemental magic to purify the water source, while Su Mo planned to find hidden underground springs by sensing the veins of the earth.

"What about me?" Zhao Ming asked jokingly, but his eyes were full of seriousness.

"As for you, you are responsible for ensuring our safety. After all, there are always uninvited guests in the forest." Su Mo replied with a smile, handing him a piece of golden roasted game.

"My pleasure. The Shield of Light is at your service at any time." Zhao Ming smiled brightly and took the food.

The next morning, as Li Zixue waved her staff, a stream of clear water gushed out from the newly discovered spring. The villagers cheered and gathered around to taste the long-lost sweetness.

"Thank you, messengers of light! You not only bring hope, but also truly change our lives." The village chief said excitedly, his eyes moist, obviously touched by this sudden happiness.

"Remember, the real light comes from everyone's inner persistence and hard work." Zhao Ming patted the shoulder of a little boy next to him and encouraged him, "Continue to protect this land and make it full of light and love."

"We will, brother Light Messenger!" the little boy answered loudly, and everyone present laughed, a laugh full of confidence in the future.

As the villagers reluctantly bid farewell, Zhao Ming, Su Mo and Li Zixue set out on their journey again. Their figures gradually faded away and merged into the morning light full of hope.

"Where are we going next?" asked Li Zixue, her voice full of curiosity about the unknown and desire for adventure.

Zhao Ming smiled and looked up at the distant horizon. "We will go wherever there is a need. After all, light is a journey without an end."

Su Mo raised his lips slightly, and his staff flickered in the sunlight. "Yes, as long as there is light in our hearts, our story will never end."

"Well said. Let our light illuminate every corner." Li Zixue agreed, with determination and tenderness flashing in her eyes.

Just as the three were about to set off, an old man in plain clothes walked out of the crowd, holding an old staff tightly in his hand. His face was full of traces of time, but his eyes were unusually bright, as if hiding countless untold stories. "Messengers of light, please stay. I am the guardian of the village's history. There is an ancient prophecy that I think is closely related to your journey."

Hearing this, the three of them stopped involuntarily, gathered around the old man, and listened quietly.

"A long time ago, when the world was still in chaos, there were three legendary holy vessels, which symbolized wisdom, courage and compassion respectively. They were endowed with great power to maintain the balance of the world. However, with the changes of the times, the holy vessels gradually disappeared from people's memories, leaving only vague clues and unfinished missions." The old man narrated slowly, with both nostalgia and expectation in his tone.

"Do you think we can find these holy artifacts?" Su Mo asked curiously. She was always full of curiosity about all mysterious things.

"Perhaps destiny has led you here for this reason." The old man smiled and took out a yellowed map from his clothes. "This map marks the possible locations of the holy artifacts, but each place is full of unknowns and dangers. Only those with a bright heart and a firm will can uncover their true colors."

Zhao Ming took the map and looked at it carefully. "We are willing to accept the challenge. For the sake of world peace, there is nothing we cannot overcome."

"You won't be alone on this journey." Li Zixue added, she lightly touched the edge of the map, as if she was talking to ancient history, "Behind every bit of light, there are countless hearts resonating."

“May the light guide you, and please remember that true power does not only come from the holy weapon, but also from your beliefs and trust in each other.” The old man said earnestly, then slowly retreated back into the crowd.

With a round of warm applause, the villagers saw them off with full blessings and expectations. Zhao Ming, Su Mo and Li Zixue set out on their journey again. This time, their goals were clearer and the burden on their shoulders was heavier.

After passing through the winding mountains and forests, the first stop was a secret place called "Shadow Forest". It was shrouded in thick fog all year round. According to legend, the first holy artifact, the Book of Wisdom, was hidden here. They carefully shuttled through the intricate trees, relying on each other to deal with the various dangers in the forest together.

"Be careful, there is a strange energy fluctuation here." Su Mo warned vigilantly. Her fingertips gently touched the surrounding plants, trying to sense the surrounding environment.

"It's a trap. Everyone, split up and try to reduce the number of targets." Zhao Ming made a quick decision. The lightning sword flashed in his hand, clearing a path for the team.

As they explored deeper and deeper, a distant bell suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the forest, as if responding to their arrival. As the bell rang, the fog in the forest gradually dissipated, revealing an ancient relic hidden deep inside.

In the center of the ruins, an ancient book emitting a faint blue light was quietly suspended in the air, surrounded by circles of complex and mysterious runes, like a protective barrier.

"That's it, the Book of Wisdom." Li Zixue said softly, the light of the holy weapon reflected in her eyes.

"It may not be that easy to obtain the holy weapon." Zhao Ming observed the surrounding environment and already had a preliminary strategy in mind.

The three of them looked at each other without saying much. Their tacit understanding over the years made them act almost simultaneously. Li Zixue chanted the spell of light to protect them; Su Mo used the power of nature to resonate with the runes in the ruins to find the right way to open the barrier; Zhao Ming stood guard vigilantly, ready to respond to any possible crisis.

After some effort, when the last rune was correctly activated, the barrier disintegrated, and the Book of Wisdom slowly fell into Li Zixue's outstretched hands. At that moment, a warm and powerful force surged into their bodies, as if it was the recognition of ancient wisdom.

"We did it. The book of wisdom has returned to its place." Li Zixue stroked the pages of the book, as if listening to the whispers of history.

"This is just the beginning. Next, there is the Sword of Courage and the Shield of Mercy waiting for us to discover." Zhao Ming's gaze was cast into the distance. New challenges were already calling.

"That's right. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as we are together, there are no difficulties that cannot be overcome." Su Mo held his companion's hand tightly, his eyes full of trust and hope.

The three of them turned their backs to the setting sun and took a firm step towards an unknown tomorrow. In this long and unknown journey, they firmly believed that as long as there was light in their hearts, they could light up the whole world.

"Next, let's go to the location of the Sword of Courage. It is said that it is the peak of the storm." Zhao Ming's words were loud and clear, foreshadowing the beginning of another legend.

"Top of the Storm, it sounds exciting, I'm ready!" Li Zixue smiled like a flower, full of anticipation for the upcoming adventure.

Su Mo also smiled gently: "No matter the wind or rain, we will go together."

"That's settled then. We'll set off at dawn tomorrow. Before that, we need to get enough rest and be prepared for everything ahead." Zhao Ming said, his eyes turning to an open space not far away, where there was enough space to set up a few simple tents.

As the night deepened and the starry sky shone, the three of them sat around the campfire, sharing their thoughts and expectations about the challenges they were about to face. Li Zixue flipped through the ancient pages of the Book of Wisdom, exclaiming from time to time, as if she could feel the endless knowledge and power behind those words.

"This book is incredible. It records a lot of lost magic and ancient wisdom. If we can fully master it, our power will be greatly enhanced." Li Zixue closed the book, his eyes flashing with a thirst for knowledge.

"Power is good, but what's more important is how to use it." Zhao Ming patted her shoulder and said earnestly, "We have a heavy responsibility and we must not let power blind us."

"That's right. The path of the messenger of light is never easy." Su Mo looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling in her eyes, as if she had some mysterious connection with nature. "But as long as we have light in our hearts, the path will naturally be under our feet."

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist, the three were ready to go and set off on the journey to the top of the storm. The journey was not easy, as they not only had to cross the winding mountain roads, but also had to face sudden storms and attacks from unknown creatures.

"Look, that towering mountain should be the Storm Peak." Zhao Ming pointed ahead. The mountain was halfway surrounded by clouds, and the occasional sharp rocks exposed were like sword tips, revealing an inviolable majesty. (End of this chapter)