The Land of the Earth

After several long hours, Song Chaoming's eyelids trembled slightly, as if an invisible force was calling him to wake up from the abyss of darkness.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

His lips were dry and cracked, and he spoke with difficulty: "Where is this? Where am I? I'm not... am I dead?"

His voice was hoarse and weak, echoing in the silent space.

The God of Light looked at him with eyes full of love, and said gently: "Child, this is the realm of immortals and gods, and you are now in the Palace of Light."

The voice of the God of Light seemed to have a soothing magic, floating gently in the air.

Song Chaoming still had fear in his eyes. He stared at the God of Light and asked, "Who are you?"

The God of Light sighed slightly and said slowly: "I am the God of Light.

You were on the verge of death before. It was the Sword of Light that brought you here, and then I used up my own divine power to pull you back from the brink of death. Child, where are your parents? Who are your parents?

Song Chaoming's eyes flashed with grief, and he replied, "My father is Song Yuanhui, and my mother is Wang Meng, but they... they were all killed by the Dark Clan."

When he said this, tears welled up in his eyes, which were due to his deep longing for his parents and the pain of losing them.

After hearing this, the God of Light nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes, I understand. It's strange, why do I feel the power of my son, the King of Light, in you? It seems that there is also the power of my daughter-in-law, the Queen of Dreams, and... it seems that there are other things as well."

His eyes were fixed on Song Chaoming, as if he wanted to find the answer from his eyes.

Song Chaoming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and replied, "In a mysterious cave, it was the King of Light and the Queen of Dreams who passed the power to me." Although his voice was still weak, it was firm.

The God of Light asked anxiously, "What about them?" Song Chaoming lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "They are dead, killed by the Dark Clan more than 10,000 years ago.

I simply gained the power of inheritance." His words struck the God of Light's heart like a heavy hammer.

The God of Light's body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with regret. He murmured to himself, "I understand..." Then he sighed deeply, "If my second son hadn't fought for the position of heir to the God of Light, they wouldn't have suffered this disaster.

At that time, I happened to be exploring another world, and my second son took advantage of my absence to attack them. They were seriously injured and had no choice but to escape from the realm of immortals and gods to save their lives.

By the time I returned, it was too late. Heartbroken and in a fit of rage, I sealed my mad second son in the dark abyss.

It's all my fault. If I had been there, maybe none of this would have happened."

The face of the God of Light was filled with self-blame, his eyes filled with pain and regret. It was a kind of pain that came from being unable to do anything about the death of a loved one. This pain seemed to become material, permeating the entire Hall of Light, making the air heavy.

Song Chaoming looked at the God of Light with mixed emotions. He could feel the God of Light's pain, and he felt sad for what had happened to the King of Light and the Queen of Dreams.

At this moment, he seemed to have a special emotional connection with the God of Light, a bond that transcended time, space, life and death.

A few hours passed slowly, and the God of Light broke the silence. He looked at Song Chaoming, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said, "Child, come with me to a place."

Before he finished speaking, the God of Light waved his sleeves, and a brilliant force of light instantly enveloped the two of them.

Amidst the flickering light, their figures gradually disappeared from the spot like illusory bubbles.

In the blink of an eye, the two appeared in front of a magnificent palace.

The palace exudes a mysterious and ancient atmosphere, as if it has existed since the beginning of the universe.

Above the palace gate, there are three large characters engraved - "Time Palace". The handwriting is simple and vigorous, and every stroke contains the endless power of time, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

The God of Light said loudly to the palace: "God of Time, please come out for a moment."

The sound was like a huge bell, spreading in the air with an unquestionable majesty.

Soon, a lazy voice came from the palace: "Old man, did you miss me? How come you have time to come to me? Are my son and daughter-in-law back?"

Following the sound, the figure of the God of Time gradually emerged. He was dressed in a black robe with faint star patterns on it. Those stars seemed to be constantly shifting positions, symbolizing the flow of time.

His face looked both young and old, his eyes as deep as the abyss, as if hiding countless mysteries of time.

The God of Light shook his head and said solemnly, "No, the Sword of Light brought back someone who looks very much like our son. Come out and take a look."

When the God of Time heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he appeared outside the palace in a flash.

The first time he saw Song Chaoming, he was stunned and muttered to himself: "This... does look alike, but it's impossible for him to be so young."

The God of Time walked around Song Chaoming and looked at him carefully, his eyes full of confusion.

The God of Light said from the side: "Take a good look, I think it should be my grandson."

The God of Time stopped and looked at Song Chaoming again. His eyes swept over Song Chaoming as if they were real.

However, after a moment, he shook his head and said firmly: "No."

He frowned, as if thinking about something, and his eyes showed both surprise at the similarity in appearance to Song Chaoming and certainty of the result.

The God of Light was puzzled and asked anxiously, "Why are you so sure? This child still has the power of our son and daughter-in-law in him. Is this just a coincidence?"

The God of Time frowned slightly, resting his chin on his hand, and said slowly: "There must be something fishy about this, but his soul aura is not completely compatible with our bloodline. Although there are similarities, there are essential differences.

Moreover, such fluctuations have never occurred in the long river of time. If he is our grandson, it will inevitably cause some changes in the timeline."

Song Chaoming stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two great gods, his heart filled with shock.

He looked at these two gods full of mysterious power, and thought of his own bizarre experience. He felt as if he was trapped in a huge mystery, and behind this mystery, there seemed to be an even more shocking secret.

The God of Light and the God of Time looked at each other, and they saw the same confusion and worry in each other's eyes.

What was this child who looked like the King of Light? Did his appearance foreshadow a new crisis about to befall the realm of immortals and gods? Before this mysterious Temple of Time, the truth seemed shrouded in an endless fog.