The contestant is too old, sister Zhou is crazy

"I am willing to face the test of courage." Zhao Ming volunteered, his sword pointing towards the most dangerous road, where there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

"Then I will go to the Road of Wisdom." Li Zixue stroked the Book of Wisdom, and the light became brighter and brighter, as if guiding her direction.

“As for sacrifice, leave it to me.” The figure of the mysterious traveler merged into the darkness, leaving only a faint echo.

"And I..." The young survivor hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage, "I will follow the master's footsteps and complete the trial of sacrifice."

"Then I will be responsible for recording your greatness and the changes this experience will bring to the world." Although Yueyue was afraid, she was more convinced that their story would inspire more people.

They each set out on their own journey, their backs lengthening in the setting sun, as if foreshadowing that a legend was about to unfold.

"No matter what happens, remember our agreement." Zhao Ming's voice echoed in the valley. It was a promise to his partners and an expectation for the future.

"We will not forget that the light is with us." The responses of Li Zixue, Su Mo and the young survivors intertwined. Their voices were firm and full of conviction, arousing gentle echoes all around, as if even this forgotten land was moved.

The villagers stood at the entrance of the village, watching the warriors' backs gradually go away until they disappeared on the horizon, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. "Are they really the ones who can save the world?" an old woman asked her husband softly, with both doubt and hope in her eyes.

"Only time can give the answer, but we can at least pray for them." The husband held the old woman's hand tightly, with barely perceptible tears in his eyes, but more of determination, "May the light bless them."

Deep in the forgotten land, the trial of three heroes is slowly unfolding.

Road of Courage
Zhao Ming stepped into the path covered by dark clouds. The wind and rain were raging, and every step was extremely difficult. Suddenly, a giant dragon condensed by dark energy appeared in front of him, roaring to the sky. If there were any bystanders, they would have heard Zhao Ming's firm voice piercing the wind and rain: "Come, let my sword be your last memory!"

After a fierce battle, Zhao Ming finally defeated the dragon with his extraordinary courage and the power of the Sword of Light. The storm dissipated, the sky was clear, and he stood at the end of the road, his eyes sharper, and his chest surged with unprecedented determination.

The Path of Wisdom
On the other side, Li Zixue is facing a foggy maze, where every choice could be a crossroads of life and death. She calmly follows the guidance of the Book of Wisdom, solves ancient puzzles, and dispels illusions. If a passing bard witnesses this scene, he will surely sing: "Look at the light of wisdom, illuminating the way forward, and knowledge is her sharpest sword."

When the last door slowly opened in front of her, with the light leading to the end behind it, she knew that the test of wisdom was over.

Road of Sacrifice
As for the mysterious traveler and the young survivor, they embarked on a path that seemed peaceful but was actually full of dangers. They faced the fear deep in their hearts and the choice of self-sacrifice. An old hermit who lived in seclusion happened to see this scene and murmured to himself: "The road of sacrifice is the most difficult, but it is also the key to the door of greatness."

At the critical moment, the young survivor resolutely decided to sacrifice himself to protect an innocent life, and this action deeply touched the mysterious traveler. He witnessed the growth of the young man and realized that the true meaning of sacrifice is far more than that.

The Promised Place
After the trial, the four warriors gathered again in the center of the Forgotten Land. Their eyes were a little more vicissitudes, but their determination and light were even more dazzling. Zhao Ming raised the Sword of Light, and pointed the tip of the sword into the distance: "The real challenge is over. Now, let us go to the source of light and darkness and complete our mission."

Li Zixue, Su Mo, the young survivor and Yueyue, their figures merged into one in the sunset, moving towards a common goal, their hearts filled with longing for the future and trust in each other.

"No matter what the road ahead holds, light will eventually shine in every corner." Yueyue wrote this in her diary, her writing full of confidence and hope.

At this moment, the earth seemed to tremble slightly, as if responding to their firm will. A strange light rose from under their feet, surrounded them, and then condensed into pictures, foreshadowing the upcoming difficulties and glory.

"Look!" Su Mo exclaimed, pointing at the scenes of light and shadow, "This is a fragment of the future, the decisive battle between light and darkness... and..."

In the picture, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure stands on the ruins, holding the sword of light and carrying a heavy fate. Surrounded by countless fallen figures, there are also humans and fantasy creatures fighting side by side to fight against the deep darkness.

"That's... us?" Yueyue couldn't believe it, her fingers trembled slightly, and where the pen fell, she recorded this shocking prophecy.

"It's not just a prophecy, it's also a test of our beliefs." Zhao Ming said solemnly, "Everyone's choice will affect the direction of this war."

The mysterious traveler gently stroked the old wound under his robe, his eyes far-reaching: "Our journey is never a battle alone. Every heart and every belief is an important force in fighting against darkness."

The young survivor clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination: "I was afraid before, but now, I am willing to give everything for this light."

Li Zixue closed the book of wisdom gently but firmly: "The wise man told us that the power of the mind transcends everything. As long as our hearts are pure and strong enough, light will surely dispel all darkness."

They looked at each other, without saying anything, a kind of silent understanding and power flowed between the four of them. At this moment, the ground in the center of the Forgotten Land slowly opened, revealing the legendary door - the portal to the source of light and darkness.

"The time has come." Zhao Ming took a step forward, and the Sword of Light automatically shone, guiding the light for the road ahead.

"Together." The other three responded in unison, and they followed closely, stepping into the unknown and challenging portal.

The villagers watched this scene from afar, with awe and hope intertwined in their hearts. "Can they really bring us light?" The doubts were mixed with more trust and prayers.

The moment the gate closed, the entire Forgotten Land seemed to whisper: "Sons of Light, history will remember your bravery and sacrifice. Go forward, until the end of the world."

The exotic wind, with its strange fragrance, blows over the ancient ruins on the other side of the continent. They lie quietly in the depths of the lush jungle, like sleeping giants, waiting for the brave to wake them up. After Zhao Ming and his team experienced the trials of the Forgotten Land, they became famous and became heroes in the hearts of countless people. Now, a letter sealed with an ancient totem leads them on a new journey - across the ocean to explore a mysterious land forgotten by the world, where secrets that can subvert the world are hidden.

"This totem... is said to be the symbol of an ancient kingdom, and is said to be closely related to the source of light." Yueyue carefully studied the parchment map in her hand, her eyes flashing with a desire for the unknown.

"No matter what, since we have chosen this path, we must go on." Su Mo looked at the rolling waves in the distance with a solemn expression.

The days at sea were long and boring, with the occasional schools of fish and seabirds jumping out of the sea becoming their only scenery. However, in a sudden storm, they were drawn into a vortex hidden in the center of the storm. When everything calmed down, they found themselves miraculously arriving at an unknown coast.

"It seems that fate always likes to add some unexpected episodes to our journey." The mysterious traveler looked at the first ray of sunshine in the New World, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

This continent is full of primitive wild beauty. Huge trees block out the sun, and exotic flowers and plants emit strange light. Deep in the jungle, the ruins of an ancient city are looming, exuding a fascinating atmosphere.

"Here... there is an indescribable sense of familiarity." Zhao Ming tightly grasped the Sword of Light and stepped into the ruins of the ancient city.

Inside the ancient city, the intricate passages and maze-like building structures seemed to be designed specifically to test outsiders. They encountered various traps and each step could trigger unknown dangers, but guided by wisdom and courage, they overcame them one by one and went deep into the hinterland.

"These murals...record epic wars." Li Zixue pointed at the mottled paintings on the wall and interpreted the ancient legends.

In the deepest part of the ruins, they found a sealed altar. In the center of the altar was a dazzling gem, emitting a soft and warm light. It was one of the fragments of the source of light.

"Is... this the purpose of our trip?" The young survivor stared at the gem, his eyes full of shock.

"Not only that, it also guides us to find the remaining fragments of light and stop the spread of darkness." Zhao Ming's words revealed an unprecedented firmness.

Just as they were about to take out the fragments, a distant and majestic voice sounded in the air: "Outside warriors, you have proved your worth. But this light is not easily obtained..."

As the voice fell, a huge stone statue came to life and turned into a guardian, standing before them.

"I am Arthas, the ancient guardian of light. Only by passing my trial can you obtain the fragment." There was both scrutiny and expectation in the guardian's eyes.

A battle of faith and will unfolded silently, without the flash of swords and shadows, but more intense than any duel. In the end, Zhao Ming and others moved Arthurs with their firm belief in light and selfless spirit of sacrifice.

"You are the true messengers of light." Arthurs' voice was full of recognition. Then, he slowly handed the fragment of light to Zhao Ming, "But remember, light and darkness will always coexist. Maintaining the balance is the real challenge."

The moment they got the fragment of light, a warm power surged throughout their bodies. They seemed to be able to feel the subtle changes in the whole world, and an unprecedented sense of responsibility arose spontaneously.

"When we return to our world, we will face even more daunting challenges." Zhao Ming held the fragments tightly in his palm and said to his companions.

"We face it together." The four of them stood side by side, with the gradually disappearing ancient city behind them and a new chapter waiting for them to explore in front of them.

Just as they were about to leave the ancient city, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a whisper from afar, as if it were the whisper of the earth, or a distant call.

"Listen, what's that sound?" Yueyue listened attentively, her face full of confusion.

"It's a call for help from afar." Li Zixue closed her eyes, as if she could feel the fluctuating emotions, "Someone is struggling in the darkness."

The mysterious traveler nodded and said, "Isn't it the responsibility of the Son of Light to lead the lost to find the light? We can't just ignore it."

The young survivor clenched his fists and looked determined: "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as it is for the light, I will never back down."

They followed the voice, crossed the dense forest, crossed the mountains, and finally came to a small village invaded by darkness. The faces of the villagers were pale, their eyes were full of fear and despair, everything in the village seemed so dead silent, even the wind was a little chilly.

"Save us..." A child's voice trembled, with the last glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Ming inserted the Sword of Light into the ground. In an instant, circles of warm light spread out from the sword, dispelling the darkness around them. For the first time, bright smiles appeared on the children's faces.

"It's light! It's the messenger of light!" The villagers gathered around, their surprise and gratitude were beyond words.

"How did you do it?" an old man asked tremblingly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Because we believe that light can always find cracks and illuminate darkness." Li Zixue answered gently. She took out an ancient rune from the Book of Wisdom and gently placed it in the old man's palm. "This light will also belong to you."

The village's revival was like lighting a fire in the dark land, and the news spread quickly. More and more people threatened by the darkness began to look for Zhao Ming and his friends, seeking help and shelter.

"Are they really the legendary messengers of light? They look no different from us." Someone in the crowd whispered.

"It's different. They have a different fire in their hearts, the courage and determination to do anything for the light." Another person sighed.

Just as Zhao Ming and his team were helping villages regain light, a greater crisis was quietly approaching. The dark forces were aware of the existence of these messengers of light and began to plot against them.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death." The mysterious traveler said solemnly, "In the darkness, a force is gathering, attempting to devour all the light."

"Then we must face the challenge head-on and never let their plot succeed." Su Mo clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, with the fire of battle burning in his eyes. (End of this chapter)