Legacy: Miracle

Amidst shrouded clouds and mist, an ancient and mysterious palace stands quietly, seemingly frozen in time, each brick and tile revealing a sense of age and solemnity. Sunlight, filtering through the veil-like mist, dappled the resolute face of Yun Yi, casting a golden glow on this young man who has traversed endless deserts and scaled towering mountains. His eyes gleam with a longing for the unknown, tinged with a subtle apprehension, as if he were about to enter a world both desirable and fraught with challenges.

The ancient runes on the stone tablet gleamed in the sunlight, as if imbued with life, gently pulsing and emitting a mysterious and alluring aura. Yun Yi's gaze was captivated by these runes, which seemed to guide him, a call, leading him step by step towards the closed door. With each step he took, the door seemed to sense his approach and slowly opened without a sound, as if the palace itself was silently welcoming this brave traveler.

The moment Yun Yi stepped into the palace, he felt as if he had traveled through time and space, arriving in a completely different world. The interior was resplendent with gold and jade, adorned with jewels and precious stones. Every pillar was carved with intricate and exquisite patterns, telling ancient and mysterious stories that captivated him. The carpet was as soft as clouds, and every step felt like stepping on clouds. The light and pleasant feeling was refreshing, as if all worries had vanished in that moment.

Yun Yi's gaze wandered through the dazzling array of treasures. Those treasures shimmered with an alluring light, each one priceless and enough to make anyone's heart flutter. Yet, he ignored them, as if they were merely palace decorations, unable to touch his heart. His eyes were drawn to a few seemingly ordinary yet strangely familiar objects. They lay quietly in a corner, yet they seemed to possess an endless magic that he could not avert his gaze.

It was a robe embroidered with the family crest, its pattern vivid and lifelike, as if carrying a thousand years of the family's history and glory. Yun Yi slowly approached, his fingers gently caressing the robe, feeling its delicate texture and the raised pattern of the crest. In that moment, he seemed to see his father, wearing that robe, fighting bravely on the battlefield. Tall and mighty, that figure was his eternal hero, a role model he would never forget.

"Father..." Yun Yi called softly, his voice filled with endless longing and admiration. He closed his eyes, letting the emotion flow through his heart, as if he could feel his father's warmth and strength. He seemed to hear his father's firm voice again: "Son, you must be brave, be strong, and never give up, no matter what difficulties you encounter."

Beside him, the longsword lay quietly, its blade razor-sharp and radiating a cold gleam. Yun Yi picked up the longsword, and the blade trembled slightly in his hand, as if telling of past glory and years of battle. He gripped the hilt tightly, feeling the coolness and power of the blade.

Finally, his gaze settled on the ancient book. The cover had yellowed, but the words were still legible. This was the ancient book his mother often read, recording the family's history and heritage. Yun Yi flipped open the book, scanning the pages. The familiar words seemed to carry his mother's voice, gently echoing in his ears. He seemed to see his mother sitting by the window, the sunlight shining on her gentle face, as she gently read the ancient book, her eyes gleaming with love and pride for her family.

"Mother..." Yun Yi's eyes welled up. He hugged these treasures tightly, as if hugging his entire family. These treasures not only carried the family's history and glory, but also his parents' love and expectations for him. At this moment, his longing for family reached an unprecedented level. He longed to see his parents again and tell them that he had become a man who could stand on his own.

However, reality was cruel. He knew his parents were gone, forever etched in his memory. But he also understood that only by finding the divine ruins and unlocking their secrets could he truly comfort his parents' spirits. He stood in the center of the palace, a complex turmoil welling up within him. Looking at the treasures in his hands, he seemed to see his parents' smiling faces and expectant gazes. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then began to carefully examine the treasures, trying to find a clue to enter the divine ruins.

At that moment, a faint sound of wind echoed through the palace, like the call of some mysterious power. Yun Yi's heart stirred. He looked around and discovered a hidden passage in a corner of the palace. The entrance was blocked by a huge stone slab, engraved with runes similar to those on the stone tablet. He approached the slab and carefully studied the runes. The runes seemed to have life, dancing before his eyes, telling ancient stories.

"Is this... the clue to the divine ruins?" Yun Yi muttered to himself, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation. He tried to follow the instructions on the stone tablet, reciting the spell represented by the runes. As the spell sounded, the stone slab slowly moved away, revealing a staircase leading underground.

Yun Yi's heart surged with joy, knowing this was the entrance to the divine ruins. He took a deep breath, gripped his sword and ancient tome, and ascended the stairs. He knew this exploration would be filled with unknowns and dangers, but he also believed that with unwavering faith and the courage to forge ahead, he would surely find the divine ruins and unlock their secrets.

As Yun Yi went deeper and deeper into the ground, the light within the palace gradually dimmed, and the air around him grew heavier. But he didn't retreat; instead, his resolve grew even stronger. He gripped his sword tightly, moving cautiously, always alert to any movement around him.