The Land of the Earth

He Jiaojiao and Chaoyun cooperated with each other, and the long whip in He Jiaojiao's hand danced like a snake.

The whip snapped in the air, and each swing hit the beast accurately.

Her eyes were sharp, like an eagle staring at its prey, and her body jumped lightly to avoid the attacks of wild beasts.

She shouted, "Chao Yun, over here!" Chao Yun took the opportunity to launch an attack. The weapon in his hand flashed with strange light, and he stabbed fiercely at the beast that He Jiaojiao was restraining.

He used all his strength in every attack, breathing heavily and with determination in his eyes.

Although Feng Qi was injured, he endured the pain and cast a protective spell for everyone.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands constantly changing spells, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then turning the blood into a blood-red light curtain that enveloped everyone.

His face was as pale as paper and his body was shaking constantly, but his eyes remained firm as he shouted, "Everyone, don't worry and fight. I can still hold on!"

In the fierce battle, everyone was injured to varying degrees.

Several bloody marks appeared on Tianyuan's body, and blood oozed from the wounds, but he seemed to feel no pain and remained extremely brave.

Song Chaoming's spiritual power was greatly consumed and his face was a little pale, but his spells still did not stop.

He Jiaojiao's arm was scratched by the beast, but she gritted her teeth and continued to swing the whip.

Chaoyun's legs were splashed with venom and were a little red and swollen, but he still fought with a limp.

Blood continued to flow from the corners of Feng Qi's mouth, but his hands still maintained the protective light curtain steadily.

But they did not retreat. With their tenacious courage, they finally eliminated all the phantom beasts.

When the last beast dissipated in the air, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground exhausted, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory. The second test was completed.

The final test was a test of the soul. Before everyone's eyes appeared the scene of their deepest fear.

Song Chaoming saw the failed battle, which was a nightmare-like battle.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, the ground dyed red with blood, and the figures of his dead comrades appeared before his eyes.

Their eyes were full of blame and disappointment, as if questioning why he didn't lead them to victory.

The mutilated bodies of his comrades, some of whom were still trembling slightly, were like the sharpest knife, piercing his heart.

His body began to tremble violently, his eyes were filled with pain and self-blame, and his lips kept trembling. He wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

But he took a deep breath and told himself not to be defeated by fear. He recalled the laughter and trust his comrades once had, and those beautiful memories were like a ray of light shining into his dark heart.

He clenched his fists, a determined fire rekindled in his eyes, and he said silently in his heart: "I can't let you down. I will go back with hope."

Tianyuan saw the scene of himself being bullied as a child, and the humiliation he had suffered flooded into his heart like a tide.

A group of children taller than him surrounded him, mocking him, beating and scolding him.

Their laughter echoed in his ears like the roar of a demon.

Those mocking words were like needles piercing his heart.

His body curled up and his eyes were filled with fear and anger.

But he clenched his fists, feeling his current strength, and he remembered that he was no longer that weak child.

He stood up, the fear in his eyes gradually replaced by determination, and he shouted loudly: "I am no longer the same person as before, you can't bully me anymore!"

He Jiaojiao saw the scene of her loved ones leaving her. It was a night with heavy rain.

She watched helplessly as her loved ones fell in front of her, unable to do anything.

The eyes of her relatives were full of reluctance and worry, and the rain and tears mixed on her face, making her unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.

She knelt on the ground, crying loudly, her heart filled with despair.

But she knew that her family wanted her to be strong, and the warm memories of her time with them emerged in her mind.

She wiped away her tears, her eyes became firm, and she told herself: "I will live well, with your love."

Chaoyun saw the mistake he had made, which caused him to lose many friends.

The disappointed looks of his friends, like ghosts in the darkness, kept haunting him.

He was filled with guilt and regret and felt that he did not deserve forgiveness.

But he remembered the kindness his friends had shown him, the days of laughter and adventure they had shared. He mustered up his courage and said to his fear, "I will make amends for my mistakes and I will restore our friendship."

Feng Qi saw himself alone and helpless in the darkness, surrounded by endless darkness without a trace of light.

He felt abandoned by the world, and the loneliness almost swallowed him up.

His body kept shaking and his eyes were filled with fear.

But he thought of the time he spent with everyone, those times when they supported each other and faced difficulties together.

He ignited the fire of hope in his heart and shouted loudly: "I am not alone, I have friends!"

When they came out of the purgatory of their souls, their eyes became more determined, as if they had been baptized by fire and become indestructible steel.

The old man looked at everyone and nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "You have passed the test, and this Lingmeng Herb belongs to you."

Everyone felt relieved and had ecstatic smiles on their faces.

Song Chaoming walked forward cautiously, his footsteps so light as if he was afraid of disturbing Xiancao's sweet dream.

He stretched out his hands, which trembled slightly with excitement and awe.

He gently plucked the Lingmeng magic grass. At that moment, the light emitted by the magic grass became more dazzling, as if celebrating the reunion with his destined person.

The light enveloped everyone, as if it was a blessing to them.

As soon as everyone took away the Lingmeng Herb, the valley that originally exuded a mysterious aura began to tremble violently.

The land beneath my feet seemed to have life, surging with uneasy waves.

Lingshan, this mysterious place that carries the history of tens of thousands of years of protection of Lingmeng Herb, began to slowly disappear in a burst of strong light and roar.

Huge rocks fell from the mountain like raindrops, hitting the ground with a deafening roar, and each sound was like the unwilling roar of Lingshan.

The trees around the valley seemed to have been drained of their vitality and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The leaves instantly turned yellow and brittle, and fell to the ground in the strong wind, like a golden rain of sorrow.

The originally gurgling stream dried up in an instant, leaving only cracked riverbeds, like the thirsty mouth of the earth.

The mist surrounding Lingshan Mountain seemed to be quickly torn away by an invisible giant hand. The sunlight shone through unhindered, but it did not bring any warmth. Instead, it revealed the desolation and desolation of the land.

As Lingshan gradually disappeared, strange lights and shadows appeared in the sky, like ancient runes flashing, or like Lingshan's last soul struggling. They intertwined together to form a dreamlike yet heartbreaking picture.

Everyone looked back, their eyes filled with shock and reluctance. This sacred mountain was more than just a mountain; it had witnessed their trials and carried the legend of the Reimu Herb. Now, its disappearance felt like the end of an era.

Song Chaoming held the Lingmeng Herb tightly, his lips trembling slightly, and murmured to himself: "I hope we have not let you down..." Tianyuan had a solemn expression on his face. He looked at the gradually blurred outline of Lingshan, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He Jiaojiao's eyes were red and tears welled up in them. She said softly, "It's like an elder who has been guarding us silently, but now it has left us."

Chaoyun and Feng Qi were also silent, just staring at it all quietly, engraving the final appearance of Lingshan deep in their memory.

In this silence and desolation, everyone turned around and started their return journey, carrying the Lingmeng Herb and their respect and remembrance for Lingshan.

They knew that a new mission was waiting for them, and the disappearance of Lingshan would become an unforgettable memory for them, inspiring them to move forward courageously on the road ahead.