The Land of the Earth

Just as everyone was still immersed in the excitement of entering Tianlong Academy, a loud voice rang out in the square like thunder: "Now we will start dividing into classes."

The speaker was a burly man. Someone whispered, "This is Coach Wang." He was holding a list in his hand and looking at everyone with a dignified look.

"Shen Shiyan, Gu Yuanqiao, He Jiaojiao, Jiang Xianhao, Shi Hechen, Song Chaoming, Jingyun, Feng Qi, Tianyun, and Chaoyun are in the same class."

As Coach Wang finished speaking, those whose names were called looked at each other, their eyes showing curiosity about their new classmates and anticipation for their future studies and life.

In the next hour, other students were also assigned to classes.

Song Chaoming and his companions, led by Coach Wang, walked towards the classroom. Along the way, they looked around the interior of the academy with curiosity.

Ancient scrolls are hung on the walls. The people in the paintings are either casting magical spells or fighting against powerful demons. They are lifelike, as if telling them the glorious history of the academy.

Not long after they entered the classroom, a person in a light and elegant robe walked into the classroom with light steps.

This person had a handsome face, and his eyes were gentle and wise. He smiled and said, "My name is Fu Shiyu. From now on, I will be your teacher and will be responsible for teaching you the way of cultivation."

His voice was like a clear mountain spring, flowing into everyone's heart and making everyone feel good about him unconsciously.

Teacher Fu Shiyu stood at the podium, her expression becoming serious. "A month later, the dean said that a college-wide competition would be held. This is no ordinary competition; the top ten will enter Tianlong Temple."

Tianlong Temple is a sacred place of our academy. It contains countless opportunities and treasures, which will be of great help to your cultivation. You must work hard."

Upon hearing the news, the classroom suddenly exploded and everyone started discussing it excitedly.

"Tianlong Temple? I heard there are many mysterious spells there."

"Yes, if I can get in, my strength will definitely improve a lot."

Teacher Fu Shiyu clapped her hands gently, signaling everyone to quiet down. "Now, I will explain to you how to improve your realm. This is the key to your cultivation."

Improving your realm requires a special power—the power of dreams. This dream power is like the key to opening the door to cultivation. Without it, it would be difficult for you to break through your own limitations.

Moreover, casting spells also requires the power of dreams to drive it."

At this point, the teacher paused, glanced at the crowd, and seeing that everyone was listening attentively, he continued, "So where does this dream power come from? One way is to obtain it by injuring demons.

When you fight demons, as long as you can cause damage to them, you will have a chance to absorb the dream power emanating from them.

However, this requires you to have enough strength and courage, after all, demons are not easy to deal with.

Another important way is to go to Tianlong Temple. Tianlong Temple contains a large amount of dream power, which is a precious treasure accumulated by our predecessors over countless years.

"Do you understand?" asked Teacher Fu Shiyu.

"Got it!" Everyone answered in unison, their voices echoing in the classroom, full of fighting spirit.

"Then the teacher will leave first. You can figure it out on yourselves. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time." After saying this, Teacher Fu Shiyu left the classroom.

The classroom became lively again, and everyone was discussing enthusiastically the topics of the power of dreams and the school-wide competition.

Song Chaoming sat in his seat, frowning slightly, lost in thought.

He was well aware of the importance of this college-wide competition, and also understood the difficulty of obtaining the power of dreams.

He looked at his companions beside him, and saw the same determination in their eyes.

Jingyun was very excited and couldn't wait to start improving her strength.

Feng Qi, Tian Yuan and Chao Yun gathered together and whispered about their strategies for the competition. Their eyes gleamed with confidence, as if they had already seen themselves shining in the academy competition and successfully entering Tianlong Temple.

The other students were also preparing for the upcoming challenges, and some were recalling their past combat experiences.

Some were thinking about how to obtain the power of dreams faster, and the whole classroom was filled with a tense yet hopeful atmosphere.

On the other side of the city, the situation was extremely tense.

The fire snakes swept towards Song City like a surging tide. Their huge and winding bodies flashed a terrifying luster in the sun, and flames continuously spewed out of their mouths, launching an extremely fierce attack on Song City.

The flames licked the city walls like the tongue of a devil, leaving everything charred.

Under the crazy attack of the fire snake, the barrier around Songcheng began to tremble violently, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

The people in the city watched all this in horror, with screams and shouts intertwined.

At this critical moment, a majestic and loud voice exploded like thunder: "Follow me out to kill the fire snake!" This voice came from City Lord Song. He stood as tall as a pine tree, and his eyes burned with fearless fighting spirit.

He took the lead and led the city guards to rush out like an arrow, facing the overwhelming flaming snakes.

The two sides instantly engaged in a brutal battle. The fire snake twisted its massive body, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out black flames and poisonous gas.

The black flame was extremely hot, and wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be ignited, making a terrifying "sizzling" sound.

The poisonous gas spread rapidly like the fog of death. Once the guards inhaled it, their faces immediately turned purple and they collapsed to the ground.

In just a few moments, half of the guards were killed or injured, and the blood dyed the ground red. The tragic scene was heartbreaking.

However, City Lord Song did not retreat. He looked solemn, muttered something, and began to recite an ancient and mysterious spell.

As he chanted the spell, a strong wind suddenly arose around him, and the wind element gathered towards him like surging waves.

He suddenly shouted loudly and released the astonishingly powerful Wind God Destruction Seal.

A massive wind mark, like a peerless divine sword, slashed through the sky, slashing towards the flaming snakes. The power contained in the wind mark seemed to rip apart the heavens and earth, squeezing the air in its path until it crackled.

Under the powerful force of the Wind God's Destruction Seal, the fire snakes had no power to resist.

The black flames and poisonous gas were instantly blown away by the strong wind, and the body of the fire snake was cut into pieces by the wind blades.

With a shrill scream, all the fire snakes died, and their huge corpses piled up outside the city like a hill. This thrilling battle finally came to an end.