Legacy: Miracle

The desert, this boundless land scorched by the relentless sun, seems to have been synonymous with loneliness and despair since ancient times. Heat waves roll in, and the sand makes a subtle yet piercing sound underfoot, like the hourglass of time, relentlessly ticking away every second. Yun Yi, a young man in a blue shirt, leaves a trail of marks of varying depths on the scorching sand. Each step seems to drain all his strength, and sweat trickles down his cheeks, dripping onto the scorching sand before evaporating instantly.

His gaze wandered across the empty space, searching for a glimmer of hope, but all he saw was endless yellow sand, as if the entire world had been swallowed by this yellow. Despair, like the desert itself, relentlessly eroded his soul, nearly bringing him to the point of giving up.

Yet, at this moment of despair, an unusual sight caught his eye. It was an ancient stone tablet, mottled with the marks of time and the uneven surface, as if every inch of it recorded the stories of the past. Despite this, it couldn't conceal its mysterious aura, an ancient and solemn aura that drew one closer.

The stone tablet, several feet tall and several feet wide, stood silently in the desert, like a silent guardian, witnessing the passage of countless generations and the vicissitudes of this desert. Yun Yi slowly approached, his eyes drawn to the intricate and mysterious runes on the stone tablet. These runes seemed familiar to him, yet he struggled to put their meaning into words. They twisted and coiled like ancient vines or drifting clouds across the sky, imbued with an elusive power.

Yun Yi gazed at the runes, his thoughts drifting back to the distant past. Those warm moments he spent with his parents seemed to be right before his eyes. He remembered his father sitting in the yard, holding an ancient book, reciting ancient legends to him. Back then, he was just a child, full of curiosity and yearning for everything.

"My father once said that these runes are the legacy of the ancient gods. They contain endless wisdom and power, and can guide those who are destined to find their hearts' desires." Yun Yi whispered to himself, his fingers gently touching the stone tablet, as if he could feel a faint pulse. It was the interweaving of time and space, the call of the past and the future, which made him feel an inexplicable excitement and anticipation.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind resonate with the runes. As his consciousness deepened, the runes seemed to come alive, leaping and forming images that slowly unfolded in his mind. He saw the vast expanse of mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas; he saw the stars shifting and glittering; and he saw the mysterious palace hidden in the clouds, resplendent and magnificent. That was his destination—the ruins of the gods.

When Yun Yi opened his eyes again, they gleamed with a determined light. He knew that this stone tablet was not only a guide on his lost path, but also a bridge connecting him to the past and even the future. He seemed to see his parents waving at him from afar, encouraging him to keep moving forward.

He bowed deeply before the stone tablet, thanking it for this gift from the ancient past. His heart was filled with gratitude and awe, as if he were paying homage to the ancient gods. Then, he turned and set out on the journey to the palace. His steps grew firmer and more powerful, as if each step was based on hope.

The desert wind still howled, but Yun Yi's heart was filled with warmth and strength. He knew he was no longer alone on his journey, but had the protection of the ancient gods and the hopes of his parents. He would continue on his journey until he found the divine relics and uncovered the secrets hidden in ancient legends.

"Father, Mother, I will find the remains of God and fulfill our promise." Yun Yi silently vowed in his heart. His voice, though low, was filled with determination and resolve. He believed that as long as he had faith in his heart, he would be able to overcome all difficulties and challenges.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it the distant sound of tumbling sand and a call that seemed to come from an ancient time. Yun Yi looked up into the distance and saw the faint outline of a palace amidst the swirling clouds and mist. He knew that was his destination, the very thing he longed for.

"Come on, no matter what awaits me ahead, I will fearlessly move forward." Yun Yi whispered to himself, his voice echoing through the desert, as if declaring his determination and courage to the world. Then, he took a step forward, heading towards the mist-shrouded palace, and began his journey of exploration.

"Father, Mother, wait for me. I will find the answer and make you proud," Yun Yi said silently in his heart, his eyes gleaming with determination, as if he had seen hope for the future. And in this desolate desert, the ancient stone tablet still stood quietly, as if witnessing all this happening.