The Land of the Earth

On the other side, in the magnificent and solemn bedroom of Changqiu Palace, Mo Yunjing slowly opened his eyes. The majestic light that had been shining in his eyes now seemed a little dim.

His movements were a little slow, and every slight movement showed his physical weakness.

He struggled to stand up, turned to look at Jian Yi, with a hint of anxiety and worry in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are Song Chaoming and the others?"

Jian Yi hurried forward, knelt on one knee, and replied respectfully: "They have gone to look for the Lingmeng Herb. King, you need to rest well now."

Jian Yi's eyes were full of concern, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously because he knew Mo Yunjing's character.

Mo Yunjing gave a bitter smile, a smile filled with helplessness and bitterness. He shook his head slightly and said, "I know my physical condition. Even with the Lingmeng Herb, it's useless. It can only provide temporary relief."

A hint of despair flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

He was fully aware of the responsibilities he shouldered and could not give up easily even in the face of the threat of death.

At this moment, the originally bright sky was suddenly shrouded in darkness, as if a huge black curtain was ruthlessly pulled down.

Dark smoke spread from all directions like a surging tide, and the smoke emitted a pungent smell of blood, which was nauseating.

In an instant, countless people on the streets and in the houses began to tremble violently after being exposed to the dark smoke. Then, their skin began to fester, blood oozed from their pores, and finally their entire bodies turned into a pool of blood.

The shrill screams came one after another, and the whole world seemed to have turned into hell on earth in an instant.

Seeing this, Mo Yunjing's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear and anger. He shouted, "Oh no! This is the Dark King's dark blood mist, which can turn everyone into blood. How dare he use such a forbidden technique!"

His body trembled violently with excitement, and at the end of his speech, he couldn't help coughing up blood.

The bright red blood splashed on his white clothes, which was particularly eye-catching, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Jian Yi's face was filled with panic. He looked at the tragic scene in front of him, then looked at Mo Yunjing and asked anxiously, "King, what should we do?" His voice was a little out of tune, and the sword in his hand was shaking slightly because of nervousness.

Mo Yunjing frowned, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said slowly: "It seems that there is only one way left. When Song Chaoming comes back, you will listen to him and pass the throne to Song Chaoming."

His eyes were filled with reluctance to leave everyone, but more of it was hope for the future. He knew that Song Chaoming was the only hope, and only he could lead everyone out of the predicament.

After saying that, Mo Yunjing didn't hesitate at all. He stood up suddenly, and with a flash of his body, he flew towards the sky.

His figure seemed so small in the dark smoke, yet so determined.

His white clothes fluttered in the wind, as if declaring war on the darkness.

Jian Yi widened his eyes, filled with fear and despair. He stretched out his hand, trying to grab Mo Yunjing, and shouted, "No...don't...Wang...no...don't!" His voice echoed in the darkness, carrying endless grief.

He knew that Mo Yunjing might never come back after this trip, but he was powerless and could only watch Mo Yunjing leave.

Mo Yunjing flew into the air and looked down, only to see countless people turning into blood under the erosion of the dark blood mist.

The tragic scene made his heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.

His eyes were filled with anger and sadness, tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard to hold them back.

He turned to look at Changqiu Palace, the place he had guarded all his life, where his people and his memories were.

His eyes became extremely gentle, as if he wanted to deeply engrave this final scene in his mind.

Then, he turned his head, his eyes becoming incredibly resolute. He began to release all the strength in his body, and a dazzling light emanated from his body, growing stronger and stronger until it was as bright as the sun.

A large amount of golden light gushed out from his body and swept towards the dark smoke.

Wherever the golden light went, the dark smoke quickly dissipated like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Under the impact of the golden light, the dark force continued to retreat and finally disappeared above the sky.

Mo Yunjing did not stop, he continued to release his power, and those powers formed a huge barrier in the sky.

The barrier emitted a soft and warm light, protecting Changqiu Palace and other cities inside.

Inside the barrier, people's frightened expressions gradually eased. They looked at Mo Yunjing in the sky, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

However, due to excessive consumption of energy, Mo Yunjing's body began to become transparent.

His body slowly disappeared, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

When the people on the ground saw this scene, they all stood up and knelt down, their eyes filled with tears, and they shouted Mo Yunjing's name.

Jian Yi knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He kept shaking his head and muttering to himself, "No, don't..." His heart was full of self-blame. If he could be stronger, if he could help the king, perhaps things would not turn out like this.

Mo Yunjing took a last look at the land he loved so much and at his people, his eyes full of nostalgia.

He saw the frightened faces of the children, the reluctance in the eyes of the elderly, and the desperate look in Jian Yi's eyes.

At this moment, he had no regrets in his heart, because he used his life to protect everything he cherished.

Finally, his figure completely disappeared from people's sight, leaving only the glowing barrier and the eternal memory in people's hearts.

Inside Changqiu Palace, there was a deathly silence. Everyone was lost in the grief of losing Mo Yunjing. The children stopped crying, as if they too had sensed the heavy sorrow.

The old people wiped their tears silently, their eyes full of worry about the future.

Jian Yi was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

His mind kept replaying the little moments he had with Mo Yunjing. Those days when they had fought and laughed together were now a thing of the past.

On the streets of the city, blood gathered into streams and flowed on the cobblestone roads.

The walls of the house still bore traces of erosion by the dark blood mist, and those mottled marks seemed like pillars of shame left by the dark forces.

The air was filled with the smell of death, a suffocating smell.

On the other side, the Dark King stood in the dark palace. He felt the dark blood mist being dispelled, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

He said to himself, "Mo Yunjing, do you think you can stop me like this? This is just the beginning." There was an evil glint in his eyes, as if he was planning a bigger conspiracy.

Back in Changqiu Palace, Jianyi gradually woke up from his grief.

He knew that now was not the time to be sad. He had to shoulder Mo Yunjing's last wish and protect Changqiu Palace and the people here.

He stood up, wiped away his tears, and his eyes became firm again.

He walked toward the crowd and began organizing people to clean up the streets and comfort the injured.

He told everyone that although Mo Yunjing had left, his spirit would always be with them, and they should unite and wait for Song Chaoming to come back to fight against the Dark King together.

The children also began to help the adults in a sensible way. They used their tender little hands to carry stones and brought water and food to the injured.

The elderly use their experience to guide the young people on how to repair the damaged houses.

At this moment, the people of Changqiu Palace showed immense unity and tenacity. They picked themselves up again in the midst of their grief, because they knew that only in this way would they live up to Mo Yunjing's sacrifice.

As time went by, Changqiu Palace gradually regained some vitality thanks to people's efforts.

But the shadow that shrouded people's hearts never dissipated. Everyone was looking forward to Song Chaoming's return, hoping that he could bring hope and lead everyone out of this darkness.