The Land of the Earth

In another corner of the barrier, an old man sat there silently, his figure looking so lonely and desolate.

He was a hero who had participated in the battle to defend the continent. He was once full of vigor and led his comrades to repel countless foreign invasions.

Now, he looked at everything in front of him, his heart filled with pain. His weather-beaten face was full of traces of time, but now it was even more distorted by sadness.

He recalled the glorious days of the past, when the Mortal Continent was full of vitality and vigor, and practitioners continued to grow under the nourishment of the power of dreams, guarding the peace of this land.

Children are laughing and playing in the fields, people are living and working in peace and contentment, and the city is thriving.

But now, everything has become a bubble, and tears are flashing in his eyes, which are the nostalgia for the past and the pain for the current situation.

He whispered to himself, "Is this really the end of us? Will the legendary him really appear?"

His voice echoed within the silent barrier, but no one responded, only the weeping and sighing of the people around him.

In the crowd, there was a young mother holding her child tightly.

She gently stroked the child's head, tears in her eyes, trying to calm the child down. Her fingers were slender and trembling, and every touch was full of love and worry.

She whispered in the child's ear, "Don't be afraid, honey. Maybe a miracle will happen. We will be fine."

However, her own voice was trembling slightly, her lips had been bitten to leave bloody marks, and she didn't know whether they could really escape this disaster.

The child trembled in her arms, his little face full of fear. He tightly grasped his mother's clothes, as if that was his only support in the world.

Some young practitioners gathered together, with flames of unwillingness burning in their eyes.

One of them clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white from the force, and said through gritted teeth: "We can't just give up like this, we have to go out and find a solution.

Perhaps somewhere in this continent, there is a way to restore the power of dreams. We cannot stand by and watch our homeland be destroyed."

The others nodded, and although there was a hint of fear in their eyes, there was more determination.

They know that the outside world is full of dangers, but they are more unwilling to sit and wait for death. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, they will try.

Outside the barrier, the demons continuously attacked it, using their sharp claws and powerful strength to strike the barrier, each attack causing ripples to form.

When the claws scratched through the barrier, a sharp "sizzling" sound was made, like metal rubbing against each other.

The light of the barrier was constantly flickering. The light was originally stable and soft, but now it was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Every attack made the people inside the barrier's heartbeats accelerate. They looked at the barrier nervously, their hearts filled with worry. Once the barrier was broken, they would be unable to fight back and would become the demon's meal.

On the other side of the continent, a once prosperous city now lies in ruins. Amidst the rubble, a few survivors struggle to find food and water.

They were dressed in rags, covered in dust and blood, their faces were haggard, their eyes were bloodshot, but they still shone with the desire to survive.

An old man was rummaging through the rubble. His movements were slow and difficult, and it took a lot of effort to move each piece of rubble.

His hands were covered with wounds and calluses from long hours of work, and his nails were filled with dirt.

Suddenly, he found an ancient book. The cover of the book was worn and the words on it were blurred, but it still flickered with a faint light.

The old man opened the book with trembling hands. The light shone on his wrinkled face. His eyes revealed a hint of surprise and expectation, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in it.

In a mysterious valley, there was once a holy place for cultivation. A spiritual spring gurgled in the valley, and the crystal clear spring water was like flowing crystal, emitting a soft light.

The surrounding trees and flowers are lush and green, the flowers are gorgeous, and colorful butterflies dance among the flowers. The breeze brings bursts of floral fragrance and fresh air.

However, the area is now under attack by dark forces. The sacred spring in the valley has dried up, leaving only a massive, cracked pit. The ground surrounding the pit is dry and cracked, like a gaping mouth crying out for help.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees withered and died, the flowers fell and the petals were scattered all over the ground, like a funeral for this holy place.

The branches of the trees became dry and brittle, breaking at the slightest touch. All the leaves fell off, leaving only bare branches, which looked particularly eerie in the darkness.

However, deep in the valley, there is a mysterious stone tablet. The stone tablet is engraved with ancient runes, which emit a faint light in the darkness, as if telling an unknown secret.

The runes were complex and mysterious, resembling a cosmic map or the language of an ancient god. Dark forces surrounded the stone tablet, forming black vortices. Eerie roars emanated from the vortices, deterring anyone from approaching.

On the other side, inside the barrier, Tianyuan was still discussing countermeasures with Coach Wang.

Tian Yuan's eyes were filled with anxiety. He paced back and forth, his steps chaotic and hurried. He said, "Coach Wang, we can't just give up. We can try to organize a team to find the reason why the dream power disappeared.

Perhaps we can find a solution and save the Mortal Realm. We cannot allow our children and grandchildren to live in such fear and despair."

Coach Wang looked at Tian Yuan, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "This is too dangerous. The demons outside are too powerful, and we don't know what kind of unknown dangers we will face.

But... maybe this is our only hope. If we don't try, there really won't be any chance." His eyes revealed a hint of determination, as if he had already made a difficult decision.

At this moment, a strange light suddenly appeared in the darkness outside the barrier.

The light streaked across the dark sky like a meteor, moving at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a long, dazzling tail of light.

The light flew towards the barrier like a ray of hope. Everyone looked at it in surprise, their eyes filled with confusion and expectation.

The light got closer and closer, and when it approached the barrier, people discovered that it was a crystal ball emitting mysterious power.

The crystal ball is translucent, and there seem to be stars twinkling inside. The light it emits is like a soft halo, enveloping the surroundings.

This light seemed to have a certain suppressing effect on the surrounding darkness and demons. The demons close to the light roared in pain and retreated one after another.