The Land of the Earth

Song Chaoming stood in front of the altar of Changqiu Palace with a solemn expression, holding the artifact he brought back from the ruins of the God of Fire in his hand.

The artifact emanated a soft and mysterious light, which seemed to contain endless power. Tianyuan and Jingyun stood on either side of him, their eyes filled with awe for this unknown power and full of anticipation.

Song Chaoming was muttering something, and an ancient and mysterious spell slowly came out of his mouth.

As the spell was chanted, the light of the artifact became stronger and stronger, and rays of light gradually wrapped around Tianyuan and Jingyun like lively silk threads.

The power of the artifact began to slowly flow into their bodies. It was a hot and powerful feeling, as if a stream of boiling magma was flowing through their meridians, constantly strengthening their bodies and souls.

Tianyuan could feel the power of fire surging more violently in his body, and the power of the stars was blending more perfectly with it.

Every cell in his body seemed to be cheering, and strength accumulated in his body, as if he had become the master of fire and stars.

The Fire Sword trembled violently beside him, as if trying to break free from its restraints, resonating with him on a deeper level. The flames on the sword burned even more vigorously, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat.

Jingyun's originally gentle healing power was gradually replaced by the powerful power of fire. The fire power was like a raging flame, surging in her body.

She could feel her body being forged by the flames, becoming stronger. Her connection with the power of fire grew stronger, as if she could control all the flames in the world.

The Yunming Sword in her hand, which originally emitted a healing green light, was now covered with a fiery red. The Yunming Sword was like a burning fire, releasing dazzling flames.

When the power of the artifact was fully infused into their bodies, Tianyuan and Jingyun felt as if they were reborn. They saluted Song Chaoming, their eyes filled with determination.

Song Chaoming nodded slightly and said, "Take this power with you and go back to protect your respective cities. The peace of the continent depends on us protecting it together."

Tianyuan and Jingyun turned and left Changqiu Palace, embarking on the road back to their respective cities. Tianyuan rushed towards the direction of Songcheng, his figure like a burning meteor, crossing the sky.

Along the way, he could feel himself becoming more closely connected with his surroundings, as if the whole world was under his control.

He knew that the people of Songcheng were waiting for him, and he had to use this newfound power to protect them.

Jingyun rushed towards her city, leaving a burning footprint on the ground with every step she took.

As she passed by, the flowers, plants and trees along the way turned slightly yellow due to the high temperature emitted from her body, but soon under the influence of her fire power, they ignited small flames, as if to see her off.

She knew very well that she had a heavy responsibility. There were countless lives in that city looking forward to her protection. With the power bestowed by the artifact, she walked towards home like a goddess born from fire.

When Tian Yuan returned to Songcheng, the people saw him and their eyes lit up with surprise and hope. They knew that their guardian had returned, and was even more powerful than before.

Tianyuan stood on the city wall, looking at this familiar city, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must keep Songcheng peaceful forever.

He waved his hands, and a huge wall of fire rose outside the city wall. The flames of the wall of fire were hotter than before, and the colors were more brilliant, like an insurmountable fire fortress.

After Jingyun returned to her city, people felt the powerful power of fire in her and were both awed and relieved.

She began to use this power to strengthen the city's defenses, setting up fire barriers in key locations throughout the city.

These barriers were powered by her fire power, and would burst into flames if an enemy approached. She also instructed her soldiers on how to use the power of fire in battle, enveloping their weapons in flames to enhance their attack power.

Under her transformation, the entire city seemed to have turned into a city of fire, full of majesty and power, ready to resist the invasion of the dark clan at any time.

They knew that the shadow of darkness still shrouded the continent, and they must always be prepared to fight the dark tribe to the end for their homeland and peace.

Song Chaoming sat alone in the secret room of Changqiu Palace, which was isolated from the world. The walls were inlaid with gems emitting soft light, making the entire space look like a dream.

Before him were ancient books and scrolls, which served as his guide to wisdom in his quest to break through the Eternal Realm.

However, even though he had been in seclusion here for a long time and had tried to break through countless times, he was still blocked by the invisible barrier and could not touch the mystery of the "Eternal Realm".

Every time he tried to break through, Song Chaoming focused his attention, mobilizing the strength in his body to try to break through the barrier that seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his cheeks, wetting his clothes.

The power surged through his meridians like a roaring river, but when it approached the threshold of the "Eternal Realm", it was like a wave crashing against a solid reef, and was ruthlessly bounced back, causing his body to bear a huge backlash.

He recalled the hardships he had gone through along the way. In order to reach his current state, he had gone through countless battles, hovered on the brink of life and death many times, and drew strength from repeated hardships to reach this point.

But now, this seemingly imminent "Eternal Realm" has become a chasm that he cannot cross. He carefully examined his own cultivation methods and repeatedly studied the records in those ancient texts, trying to find any details that might have been missed.

After repeated failures, Song Chaoming fell into self-doubt. He began to wonder if there were limitations to his talent, or if his understanding of the "Eternal Realm" was fundamentally distorted.

But the unwavering pursuit of power within him, like an inextinguishable flame, drove him to regain his resolve. He knew that if he could not break through the "Eternal Realm", facing the increasingly powerful Dark Clan, the continent would be plunged into endless darkness and suffering.

So he adjusted his state again, took a deep breath, and calmed his restless heart.

He closed his eyes and re-examined the route of his power flow, trying to find the possibility of a breakthrough from every subtle detail.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will not give up, because he is Song Chaoming, the light of hope that protects this continent.

Jian Yi looked at the exhausted Wang, his eyes filled with worry. They had been traveling for a long time, and Wang's body was covered in dust and sweat, his face was slightly pale, but his eyes remained firm.

Jian Yi walked quickly to the king's side and said softly, "King, take a rest."

Song Chaoming was slightly stunned, and seemed to come back to his senses from his tense thoughts. Looking at Jian Yi's sincere eyes, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."