The Land of the Earth

Half an hour passed, and half an hour passed quickly like the sand in an hourglass. In this mysterious and dangerous place, every minute and every second seemed to be shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Song Chaoming's brows were furrowed, like two resolute mountains. The beads of sweat on his forehead were like beads that had broken off the string, sliding down the grooves of his cheeks and hitting the mossy ground, splashing tiny water droplets.

His eyes were filled with anxiety, like an ant on a hot pan. His voice was hoarse but filled with unquestionable determination as he shouted, "We don't have much time left. Find the Reimu Herb and return quickly. I'm worried that the king won't be able to hold on."

As he spoke, he tightly gripped the sword in his hand. The sword's blade trembled slightly due to the owner's strength. The patterns on the hilt seemed to be protesting against this powerful force, as if they also felt the owner's anxious mood.

Tianyuan stood aside, his figure as burly as an iron tower, his resolute face as if carved by a knife or an axe, now also filled with solemnity.

His big, copper-bell-like eyes were fixed on the front. He nodded heavily when he heard Song Chaoming's words, and responded in a muffled voice, "Okay."

The sound was like a huge bell in this quiet environment, making the surrounding air seem to tremble slightly.

His broad palm subconsciously touched the bag on his back, and his fingers lingered for a moment on each pocket of the bag, as if to confirm whether the items inside were safe.

These items are the key to this operation. Each one carries their hopes and may be of life-or-death use at a critical moment.

Everyone stopped talking and quickened their pace. The surroundings grew increasingly eerie, with mist swirling around their feet like a veil, like countless invisible ghostly hands, trying to slow down their eager steps.

The ancient trees stand tall, with trunks so thick that it takes several people to hug them. The bark is engraved with traces of time, and those lines seem to be interwoven with ancient characters and mysterious runes, as if whispering a story of vicissitudes of life that has lasted for tens of millions of years.

The branches intertwined with each other like a huge net, tightly covering the sky. Only a few pitifully weak rays of light, like sharp swords, struggled to penetrate the gaps between the leaves and sprinkled on the ground, forming spots of light, like broken mirrors scattered in this mysterious world.

Suddenly, He Jiaojiao, who was walking ahead, stopped abruptly as if under a spell, and let out a cry loud enough to pierce the air: "Could this be the Lingmeng Herb?"

When everyone heard the sound, their heartbeats instantly accelerated and they rushed forward as fast as they could.

In the center of a quiet valley, there was a magical grass emitting a strange light, which was as eye-catching as a lighthouse in the darkness.

The magical grass was about one meter tall, and its stem looked like it was carved from jade. It was so green and translucent that people couldn't help but want to touch it.

On the stem, there are golden lines. Those lines are like living golden streams, slowly flowing with a mysterious luster, as if containing the mystery of the birth and destruction of stars in the universe.

Each line looks like a carefully drawn work of art, sparkling with fascinating light and dazzling people.

The leaves of the fairy grass are oval in shape, and each leaf looks like a rare treasure carved from the purest jade.

There is a faint blue halo on the edge of the leaves, and the halo is like a blue elf dancing happily on the leaves, flowing endlessly, like a dream.

There is a dense layer of hairs on the surface of the leaves, which look like a layer of crystal clear frost under the light.

It twinkles with tiny lights, like the stars in the night sky, giving people a feeling of sacredness and inviolability, as if the slightest touch would desecrate this spiritual object between heaven and earth.

At the top of the fairy grass, a huge flower is blooming.

The petals are light purple, and the color gradually becomes lighter from the inside to the outside. The outermost petals are almost white, just like a beautiful picture of the sunset and white clouds blending together in the sky.

The texture of the petals was soft and smooth, like the finest silk, so delicate that one could not feel the slightest roughness. Each petal was covered with extremely complex patterns, as if they were given life by the gods.

Some are like phoenixes with outstretched wings, their feathers vivid as if burning with colorful flames; some are like galloping unicorns, their bodies agile and every muscle full of strength, as if they will leap out from the petals in the next second;

Some look like soaring dragons, their scales gleaming in the light, and their eyes majestic, as if guarding this mysterious world.

The stamens are golden yellow, like bright pearls condensed from the sun's light. The stamens emit bursts of fragrance, which is like a clear spring in the mountains or a spring breeze, permeating the air and making people feel relaxed and happy.

It seemed as if all the fatigue and worries were swept away by this magical fragrance at this moment, and the soul was baptized.

Chaoyun's eyes were wide open, with a glint of surprise in them, like an explorer who had discovered a rare treasure.

He observed the magical herb carefully, leaning forward slightly, stretching his neck as if he wanted to put his eyes right up to the magical herb.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and a certainty: "That should be it."

He stared at the magic grass with his eyes full of desire. The Reimu magic grass was the key to their mission and the only hope of saving the king. In his eyes, the magic grass was like the last ray of light in the darkness.

Feng Qi was so anxious that veins popped out on his forehead. His eyes were focused solely on the magical herb, as if nothing else in the world existed.

He rushed forward in one stride, so fast that he created a gust of wind that blew the surrounding grass to the sides.

He stretched out his hands, the muscles in his arms were tense, and his fingers were trembling slightly, showing a mixture of excitement and eagerness.

But just as his hand was about to touch the magic grass, a force as powerful as an overwhelming force burst out from the magic grass. That force was like an invisible hammer, hitting Feng Qi hard and knocking him back.

Feng Qi flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, drawing a messy arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood splashed onto the ground, forming a shocking red flower.

His face turned as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless, but there was still unwillingness in his eyes. His hands left several deep marks on the ground, as if he wanted to stand up again and rush towards the fairy grass.

At this moment, a figure slowly emerged from behind the magic grass like a ghost.

He was a tall old man wearing a white robe embroidered with various strange floral patterns. Those patterns flickered with his movements, as if they were alive.

The colors of the flowers and plants are so bright and vivid, as if they had just been picked from a fairyland garden and embroidered.

The old man's white hair was like a waterfall, reaching his waist. Every strand of hair was as shiny as silver, fluttering gently in the breeze.

His face was gaunt and his eyes were as deep as the abyss, revealing endless vicissitudes of life, as if he was cosmic dust that had experienced countless epochs.

In his hand, he held a wooden cane with a blue gem inlaid on the top. The gem emitted a soft light, which was like the mysterious light in the depths of the sea, calm and deep, yet containing endless energy.