The Land of the Earth

In that vast and boundless world of immortals and gods, time seems to flow with a mysterious rhythm.

The place is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a dream. Each cloud seems to be woven with the purest fairy power, shining with colorful light.

In the sky of the realm of immortals and gods, the stars are as bright as gems, and their brilliance is intertwined to form an incomparably magnificent picture, as if it was created by the greatest artist in the universe.

And in the depths of this mysterious world, there is a magnificent Palace of Light, which is like a shining pearl, inlaid in the core area of ​​this world of immortals and gods.

The architectural style of Guangming Hall is majestic and majestic, showing its dignity and majesty.

The temple is made of a mysterious jade that emits a soft glow. Each piece of jade is engraved with ancient and complex runes, which seem to tell the long history and mysterious power of the Temple of Light.

The palace gate is tall and wide, and is inlaid with two huge bright crystals. It seems that there is a small sun inside the crystal, and the light it emits is enough to illuminate an area of ​​100 miles.

On the top of the temple, a huge Tower of Light stands, surrounded by a golden halo. The halo keeps rotating, releasing a powerful force of light, as if it is the guardian of the Temple of Light, always alert to any possible threats.

The interior of the Hall of Light was lavishly decorated, with exquisite scrolls hanging on the walls, depicting the legendary deeds of the God of Light and the greatness of the power of light.

The ground is covered with a carpet condensed from the power of light. Walking on it, you can seem to feel the power of light flowing under your feet, nourishing your body.

In the hall of the palace, there are rows of pillars made of bright crystal, on which are carved lifelike mythical beasts and immortals.

They have different postures, some are flying with wings spread, some are sitting in meditation, and every detail is handled just right, as if they will jump out from the pillars in the next second.

The God of Light, the great being who rules the Temple of Light, sits on the magnificent throne.

He was wearing a white robe embroidered with golden runes of light. The runes flickered with his breathing, as if they had life.

His face is handsome and majestic, and his eyes are like the deep starry sky, containing endless wisdom and power. Whenever he looks in a certain direction, it seems as if he can see through the essence of all things in the world.

His hair fell on his shoulders like silver satin, emitting a soft luster, and he wore a crown inlaid with a star of light on his head.

The light released by the bright star on the crown symbolizes his supreme status and unrivaled power.

On such a day, the Sword of Light, after flying away for a long time, rushed towards the realm of immortals and gods.

It passed through heavy clouds and mist, and the dazzling light drew a long trail in the sky of the realm of immortals and gods, as eye-catching as a meteor.

The Sword of Light flew all the way towards the Hall of Light at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a string of dazzling light tails wherever it passed.

After flying for another day, the Sword of Light finally slowly stopped in front of the magnificent gate of the Palace of Light.

The light still shines, as if telling the ancient palace about its wonderful journey.

A guard stood in front of the palace gate. He was wearing gorgeous armor of light. The scales on the armor reflected the light of the sword of light, shining brightly.

When he saw the Sword of Light, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he did not dare to delay at all and immediately turned around and walked quickly into the palace.

Inside the palace, the God of Light was sitting quietly on the throne. He seemed to be in deep thought about something. The power of light around him flowed slowly around him, forming a mysterious aura.

The guard hurried to the God of Light, knelt on one knee, and said nervously, "Report to the God of Light, the Sword of Light has returned, but he brought back a child of sixteen or seventeen, who appears to be dead. The Sword of Light has been protecting him. Would you like to go out and take a look?"

The God of Light frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and said, "Well, I know. For some reason, this Sword of Light flew away from my hand, and now it has brought back a child."

After saying that, he stood up, and in a flash, he walked out of the palace.

When the God of Light came outside the palace and saw the child next to the Sword of Light, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and a look of shock appeared on his face.

The guards around them also gasped, and only the God of Light could be heard muttering to himself, "This...how come this person looks so much like my former son? Lord of Light, but my son can't be young."

Could it be my grandson? " Before he finished speaking, the God of Light stepped forward and gently picked up Song Chaoming. His movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting the child.

He held Song Chaoming in his arms and walked quickly into his palace, finally putting him on his bed.

The guards nearby saw this and couldn't help but say, "God of Light, how can you let him sleep in your bed?"

The God of Light turned his head abruptly, a flash of anger in his eyes, and shouted, "Are you okay? Get out of here."

The guard was frightened by the sudden anger and trembled all over. He had served in the Temple of Light for many years, but this was the first time he saw the God of Light so angry. He didn't dare to say another word and immediately ran out in shame.

The God of Light took a deep breath to calm himself, then reached out and gently felt Song Chaoming's pulse.

After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, he still has a little breath left. It seems that it was thanks to the Sword of Light that he retained his last bit of breath."

After saying this, the God of Light slowly raised his hands, and began to release dazzling light power from his hands. That power was like a surging tide, continuously pouring out of his body.

Under his guidance, a large amount of light power slowly entered Song Chaoming's body.

The power of light flowed in Song Chaoming's body, repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs, like a group of hardworking craftsmen carefully repairing a damaged castle.

After a while, a miracle happened.

Song Chaoming's originally cold body began to gradually recover its body temperature, and his face became rosy.

With the continued nourishment of the power of light, his heartbeat began to beat again. The faint heartbeat was particularly clear in the quiet palace, like the drumbeat of hope, playing the melody of life again.

The Sword of Light stood quietly beside Song Chaoming, the sword body shining with a mysterious and soft light, which seemed to carry a sacred and inviolable majesty.

The God of Light stretched out his hand and tried to pick up the Sword of Light. However, just as his fingers were about to touch the hilt.

The Sword of Light suddenly trembled slightly, and the light on the sword became brighter, and a powerful resistance force surged out from the sword body.

This force was like an invisible barrier, violently pushing the hand of the God of Light away.

The God of Light frowned slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He tried again, increasing his strength, but the resistance of the Sword of Light also increased, and the light became more dazzling. There were even a few rays of light that hit the hand of the God of Light like substance, causing a stinging pain.

The God of Light realized that the Sword of Light seemed to have its own will at this moment and was determined not to let him touch it.

Helplessly, the God of Light slowly withdrew his hands, his eyes filled with confusion about the unusual behavior of the Sword of Light, and deep thought about the changes in this divine sword.

He stared at the Sword of Light quietly, trying to find the answer from its light, while the Sword of Light still stood firmly beside Song Chaoming, like a loyal guard.

The God of Light sat beside the bed, looking at Song Chaoming quietly. His eyes were full of love and concern, as if he saw the hope of his family's continuation in this child.