The Land of the Earth

A month passed like a flash. Song Chaoming, Jingyun, Tianyuan, Feng Qi, He Jiaojiao, Chaoyun and a group of six, with the fatigue and tenacity of a month's training, slowly walked towards the academy.

At this time, Dean Chen and Instructor Wang were carefully instructing other students in the college. They looked so serious and focused, as if nothing else in the world could disturb them.

Jingyun walked forward lightly, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "Dean, I want a weapon."

Her voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of people around her.

Tian Yuan, He Jiaojiao, Feng Qi, and Chao Yun also echoed: "Dean, we are also short of weapons."

Dean Chen frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "There are five swords left in Tianlong Temple, but no one has been able to use them yet. You can go and try them."

Upon hearing this, Coach Wang said nothing and flew towards Tianlong Temple.

The one-hour wait seemed particularly long, and finally, Coach Wang came back with five swords.

The five swords were covered in rust, and the blades were dull and lifeless, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Tian Yuan frowned and said with disgust: "How can I use such a broken sword?"

Dean Chen smiled slightly and patiently explained, "This is not an ordinary sword. Only when you gain the sword's recognition will it return to its original state."

Tianyuan, Jingyun, He Jiaojiao, Feng Qi and Chaoyun looked at each other, and each of them picked up a sword with half belief and half doubt.

Dean Chen looked at everyone, then at Coach Wang and said, "Coach Wang and I are going to get busy now. You guys figure it out on yourselves." After that, the two of them turned and left.

He Jiaojiao held the sword, looking helpless: "How can we gain recognition for this?"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, five swords emitted a dazzling light at the same time, and the light enveloped everyone like a substance. Then a powerful suction force came, and everyone was pulled into a mysterious fantasy world without any resistance.

Tianyuan only felt the temperature around him rising rapidly, and in an instant he found himself in a sea of ​​fire.

The sea of ​​fire was boundless, as if the whole world was engulfed in flames.

The flames rolled like surging waves, layer by layer. The orange-red flames intertwined and entangled with each other, forming huge waves of fire that roared towards Tianyuan.

Each flame was like a devil's tongue, licking the air and emitting a suffocating heat. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, the smell of fire burning everything.

From time to time, huge pillars of fire shot up from the sea of ​​fire, like roaring fire dragons. The diameter of the pillars was several feet, and they rushed up from the depths of the sea of ​​fire, carrying endless energy.

On the surface of the pillar of fire, flames flickered like scales. As it rushed towards the sky, sparks continued to fly out, streaking across the sky like meteors, and then falling towards Tianyuan.

Every eruption of fire was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the god of fire was roaring, and the entire sea of ​​fire trembled.

Tianyuan felt as if he was thrown into a huge furnace. His skin was burned so hard that it hurt. The sweat evaporated as soon as it seeped out, and his hair also smelled burnt.

He gripped the rusty sword tightly, trying to use it to resist the invasion of flames, but the sword was so hot that it almost burned his hand.

Every breath he took felt like inhaling boiling magma, burning his throat and lungs.

At this critical moment, Tianyuan tried hard to calm himself down. He knew that panicking would only make him die in the fire faster.

He sat cross-legged, attempting to establish a deeper connection with the sword. He channeled his fire power into the sword, and under the scorching heat, his power flowed slowly like a trickle, constantly testing the sword's will.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he remembered what the dean had said: when facing difficulties, one must find their essence. He realized that this sea of ​​fire might be a test of his inner courage and faith.

So he stood up and walked towards the flames instead of avoiding them. As he walked, he channeled his faith into the sword in his hand through the power of fire.

The flames raged on him, but his eyes became more determined. As he persisted step by step, the sword began to tremble slightly, emitting a faint red light.

This ray of red light seemed like a ray of hope, which greatly boosted Tian Yuan's confidence. He quickened his pace and walked towards the center of the sea of ​​fire, where the flames were most fierce.

When he reached the center, the flames almost completely engulfed him, but at this moment, the sword emitted a brilliant red light, resonating with his spiritual power.

The surrounding flames seemed to be summoned by something and rushed towards the sword, becoming part of the sword.

Tian Yuan successfully gained the sword's recognition, and he named this sword reborn from the fire the Fire Sword.

Jingyun was surrounded by clouds and mist. At first, the clouds and mist were as gentle as a veil, gently brushing across her cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness.

The clouds seem to be made up of countless tiny water droplets. Under the refraction of sunlight, they sparkle with colorful light, like a dream.

Jingyun seemed to be in a fairyland. The clouds around her were as fluffy as silk. She reached out to touch them, and the clouds slid through her fingertips, bringing a hint of coolness.

But soon, the clouds and mist began to grow thicker, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at her body, trying to trap her.

The clouds and mist surged towards her like a surging tide, and the original colorful light was replaced by darkness.

Phantoms of various shapes gradually emerged from the clouds, some of which looked like ferocious beasts, with bloody mouths wide open and sharp fangs exposed.

The beast's body was so huge that it appeared and disappeared in the clouds and mist, and every roar caused the clouds and mist to roll.

Its eyes were like two huge bright lights, flashing with fierce light, staring at Jingyun, as if it was going to tear her into pieces in the next second.

Some phantoms are like huge pythons, winding and swimming in the clouds and spitting out their tongues.

The python's body was dozens of feet long, and its scales gleamed coldly against the backdrop of the clouds and mist.

It shuttled freely in the clouds and mist, twisting its body from time to time and making a "hissing" sound. The sound seemed to echo in Jingyun's ears, making her scalp tingle.

The python was extremely fast. Its figure flashed through the clouds and mist, and in an instant it came near Jingyun and attacked her.

Other phantoms were ghostly, their forms erratic and emitting eerie laughter. Their figures were blurry and indistinct, moving through the mist, appearing and disappearing.

Their laughter echoed throughout the space, making people feel creepy.

These ghosts stretched out their long arms from time to time, trying to grab Jingyun. Their fingers were like sharp claws, flashing with strange light.

These phantoms kept coming towards Jingyun, making her defenseless. Jingyun knew that she could not be fooled by these phantoms. She closed her eyes, calmed down, and felt the presence of the sword in her hand.

She slowly released her spiritual power, swirling it around the sword, trying to communicate with it. The moment her spiritual power touched the sword, she seemed to see the sword's memories.

This sword once soared in the clouds, guarding a mysterious realm. She realized that this misty illusion was a test of her mind, whether she could be as ethereal as the clouds, yet remain clear-headed in the face of danger.

Then, she began to dance with the flow of the clouds, and the sword in her hand swung to her rhythm. Every swing of the sword seemed to be parting a layer of fog.

When the phantom approached, she took her time, gently slashing it with her sword, and the phantom dissipated like foam. With her continued efforts, the rust on the sword began to peel off, and the blade emitted a soft light.

As the last layer of fog was cleared, the sword shone brightly, blending perfectly with Jingyun's wind and fire powers. She successfully gained the sword's approval and named it the Yunming Sword.

He Jiaojiao found herself in a breathtakingly beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

The sea of ​​flowers stretches as far as the eye can see, with colorful flowers blooming in competition, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow. They are intertwined together to form a gorgeous and colorful picture.

The flowers sway gently in the breeze, and their fragrance fills the air, so sweet that it is almost intoxicating.

The floral fragrance is rich and complex, with the delicate fragrance of roses, the luxurious aroma of peonies, and the unique scents of various unknown flowers. They mix together like a sweet trap.

However, she soon discovered something strange about this sea of ​​flowers. The petals of those seemingly delicate flowers had edges as sharp as blades, and the stamens flashed with dangerous light.

A breeze blew by, and petals fluttered up like countless flying knives, shooting towards her.

The petals flash with colorful lights during their flight, seemingly beautiful but actually harboring murderous intent. They fly at extremely high speeds, slicing through the air like lightning, making a whirring sound.

At the same time, there were some vines hidden in the sea of ​​flowers. They were like flexible snakes, quietly crawling out from the ground, trying to wrap around her feet and restrict her movements.

The vines are covered with sharp thorns, which are hard, long, and flash with a cold light. Once you are entangled by the vines, the thorns will pierce your skin and release a paralyzing toxin.

The vines moved freely underground. They could sense He Jiaojiao's location and kept rushing towards her from all directions.

He Jiaojiao did not dare to be careless. She waved the sword in her hand to resist the attack of the petals, while carefully avoiding the entanglement of the vines.

However, the petals grew more and more, like a gorgeous yet deadly rain of flowers, leaving her with nowhere to hide. Several wounds soon appeared on her body, and blood dripped onto the petals, making the sea of ​​flowers look even more eerie.

During the fierce battle, He Jiaojiao gradually calmed down. She found that the attacks of these petals seemed chaotic, but in fact they had a certain pattern. They always attacked her vital parts.

She realized that the sword was testing her observation and ability to deal with crises, so she stopped her hurried steps and carefully observed the flight trajectory of the petals.

She noticed that when the petals approached her, they would pause for a split second, which was the perfect moment to defend herself. She adjusted her breathing, focused her attention, and when the petals attacked again, she accurately blocked the attack with her sword.

At the same time, she used her spiritual power to sense the movements of the underground vines. At the moment when the vines were about to wrap around her, she cut them off with her sword.

After successful defense again and again, the sword began to feel warm, as if responding to her efforts.

As she cut off the last vine, the sword emitted a brilliant light, and the light in the sea of ​​flowers also gathered on the sword.

He Jiaojiao gained the sword's recognition and named it Lianming Sword.

Feng Qi was swept into a world ravaged by raging winds. The winds were like surging waves, crashing towards him one after another. Each gust of wind was like a sharp knife, cutting his face and body, bringing bursts of stinging pain.

The wind howled, a sound like the roar of thousands of wild beasts, deafening and threatening to rip his eardrums apart. The force of the wind was so immense that Feng Qi felt like a leaf swaying in the wind, ready to be blown away at any moment.

There were also countless sand and stones mixed in the wind, which whistled towards him like cannonballs, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

The sand and stones were carried by the strong wind at an extremely fast speed. They hit Feng Qi's body, making a "crackling" sound, as dense as raindrops.

Some of the sand and stones hit his skin, leaving streaks of blood, while others embedded in his clothes, making it more difficult for him to move.

What was even more terrifying was that there were all kinds of phantoms in the strong wind, some of which were his past failures, and those scenes replayed before his eyes like a nightmare.

He saw himself being knocked to the ground by the enemy in battle, his face covered in blood, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Those scenes were so vivid that it was as if he was experiencing the pain of failure again, which made him feel a little shaken in his heart.

Some of the phantoms were formed from the fear in his heart, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws, trying to devour his courage.

The terrifying phantom looks like a huge black monster. Its body is made up of dark smoke and exudes a chilling aura.

The monster's eyes were like two burning black flames. It opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs. Every roar made Feng Qi's heart beat faster.

Feng Qi knew that in such an environment, if he was filled with fear, he would fail completely.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, poured his spiritual power into it, and tried to use the power of the sword to calm his mind.

He struggled to keep his footing in the strong wind, trying to recall his own cultivation journey. Those moments of overcoming difficulties became the support in his heart.

He began to try to fight against the strong wind, swinging his sword to release spiritual power, trying to disperse the phantoms in the wind.

However, the force of the strong wind was too strong, and his attack was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But he did not give up. He found that every time he used his sword to block the attack of sand and stones, the sword would tremble slightly, as if conveying some message to him.

He realized that the sword was asking him to find his own strength in the face of adversity. So, he stopped attacking blindly and calmed down, feeling the rhythm of the wind.

When he mastered the laws of the gale, he chose the right moment. At the moment when the gale stopped, he injected all his wind power into the sword and swung it towards the center of the gale.

This sword contained his courage and conviction. A ray of green light shot out from the sword, dispelling the phantom in the strong wind.

As the phantom disappeared, the strong wind gradually weakened, and the sword emitted a dazzling green light, echoing with his wind power.

Feng Qi gained the sword's recognition and named it Fengmo Sword.

Chaoyun found himself in a world of giant rocks. From the sky, huge rocks rained down on him, each weighing a thousand pounds and carrying the power to destroy everything.

The surface of the boulders is rough and uneven, with various lines. As they fall, they rub violently against the air, making a "whooshing" sound.

The boulders are of different colors, some are gray and some are khaki. They reflect a cold luster under the sunlight.

The ground was also shaking violently, as if it would crack open and swallow him at any moment.

Huge cracks appeared on the ground, smoke and dust continuously billowing from them, accompanied by a dull roar. The cracks were like ferocious mouths, as if they were about to swallow the entire world.

The huge rock hit the ground, sending up rocks that flew everywhere like hidden weapons, leaving him nowhere to hide. The rocks ranged in size, from the small ones as big as fists to the large ones as big as millstones.

They were ejected in all directions at an extremely fast speed. Some hit the surrounding boulders, making loud "bang bang" sounds, while others flew towards Chaoyun with a powerful impact force.

In this crisis-ridden environment, Chaoyun also felt an invisible pressure. This pressure was like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe and trying to make him give up resistance.

The pressure was like an invisible force, squeezing his body from all sides, making every movement extremely difficult. His bones made a "crackling" sound under the pressure, as if they would be crushed at any moment.

Chaoyun knew that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so he raised the sword in his hand and swung it towards the falling boulder.

However, his strength was insignificant in front of the boulder. Every impact made his arms numb and he could hardly hold the sword.

But he gritted his teeth, kept swinging his sword, and used his body to withstand the impact of the boulder. In the fierce confrontation, he found that when the sword collided with the boulder, it would absorb some of the stone's force.

He realized that this might be the key to gaining the sword's approval, so instead of blindly resisting, he skillfully guided the boulder towards the sword.

With every collision, he could feel the sword's power growing stronger. At the same time, he was constantly adjusting his own stone power to merge with the sword's power.

As more and more boulders were absorbed by the sword, it began to emit an earthy yellow light. This light gradually grew stronger, forming a protective shield that enveloped Chaoyun.

Under the shining light, the remaining boulders turned into dust and merged into the sword's light. Chao Yun successfully gained the sword's recognition and named it the Stone Sky Sword.

As everyone gained recognition, the five swords completely returned to their original appearance, the swords shining with a mysterious and powerful light, as if announcing their bond with their new masters.