The Land of the Earth

The temple is surrounded by a deserted square, the ground is covered with broken stone slabs, and some unknown black vines grow between the stone slabs.

The vines are covered with sharp thorns. They sway in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if warning intruders.

There are some collapsed stone pillars at the edge of the square. The original exquisite carvings on the pillars have become blurred, and only some of their former glory can be vaguely seen.

The Ball of Hope stopped in front of the temple, and the light flashed more rapidly, as if urging people to enter.

Tianyuan took a deep breath. He felt an unprecedented pressure, but the determination in his eyes did not waver at all.

He said, "Let's go in. This is our last hope." He then led the way to the temple gate, taking each step steadily, and although his heart was beating like a drum, he tried to keep himself calm.

Others followed, their footsteps echoing in the silent square with tension and anticipation.

As they approached the gate, the mysterious power grew stronger, as if an invisible force was pulling at their souls.

Coach Wang tightly gripped the staff in his hand and whispered an ancient spell, trying to provide more protection for everyone.

As they gradually approached, the crystal on the door suddenly flickered slightly, and then the door slowly opened with a dull "creaking" sound, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years opened its mouth.

An old smell came to my face, mixed with mysterious magical energy and the dust of time.

Walking into the temple, the light inside was dim, and only the light of the Ball of Hope illuminated a small area in front.

Ancient scrolls are hung on the surrounding walls. The contents of most of the scrolls have become blurred, but some scenes depicting the power of dreams can still be seen.

In some paintings, people live happily surrounded by the power of dreams, with prosperous cities and picturesque countryside.

Some of the scrolls showed the miserable scene after the power of dreams disappeared, which was exactly the same as what they were experiencing now, which made everyone sigh.

Walking along a long passage, the floor of the passage is made of colorful mosaics, but the mosaics have fallen off in many places, revealing the stone slabs underneath.

There are some huge crystal chandeliers hanging on the ceiling of the passage, but these chandeliers have long lost their luster and hang there quietly, like relics of a bygone era.

As they walked, they came to a huge hall. In the center of the hall was a circular altar, on which was placed a huge crystal skull.

The crystal skull emits a soft light, which seems to contain endless wisdom and power.

Surrounding the altar is a circle of ancient statues. These statues have different shapes, some of which are gods holding sacred artifacts.

Some are magicians casting powerful magic, some are ferocious mythical beasts, and some are practitioners casting powerful spells. They seem to be guarding this crystal skull.

The ball of hope slowly flew towards the crystal skull. The moment the two touched, a dazzling light shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire hall.

Some illusory images appeared in the light. In the image was an ancient god, who slowly spoke: "People of the Mortal Continent, the disappearance of the power of dreams is the revival of an ancient curse.

Only by finding the legendary relic, the Heart of Dreams, and relocating it to the core of the continent can the power of dreams be restored and the continent saved. But the journey will be difficult and dangerous, so you must be prepared."

After hearing the words of the spirit, everyone felt both excited and worried. Excited because they finally knew how to restore the power of dreams, but worried about the unknown challenges ahead.

Tian Yuan clenched his fists and said, "No matter how difficult it is, we must try. For our homeland and for our loved ones."

Others responded, their eyes filled with firm determination.

At this moment, some dark shadows suddenly appeared around the hall, and these shadows gradually condensed into the form of demons.

They were attracted by the light of the crystal skull, and there was greed and ferocity in their eyes.

A new battle broke out in this ancient temple. Under the protection of the light of the Ball of Hope, everyone fought a desperate battle with the demons.

They knew that this was only the first step in saving the Mortal Continent, and no matter what, they could not fail here.

Inside the ancient temple, the battle rages on. Protected by the light of the Orb of Hope, everyone engages in a desperate struggle against the demons.

Tian Yuan brandished the flaming spear, and wherever the tip of the spear pointed, flames shot out like a snake, instantly igniting the approaching demons.

Coach Wang cast a powerful magic shield, temporarily resisting the wave after wave of attacks from the demons. Veins bulged on his forehead as he tried his best to maintain the stability of the shield.

Coach Wang still used his magic. He had sworn not to use this power, but for the survival of mankind, he did so. In fact, what others did not know was that Coach Wang was the descendant of the statue magician.

The others also performed their duties and fought with the demons.

Just when everyone was beginning to feel powerless, a brilliant light came rushing over from afar.

Song Chaoming led Qiao Jing, Feng Qi, Chao Yun, He Jiaojiao and others to arrive in time.

Song Chaoming's eyes were determined. He waved his hands and the hands of light quickly stretched out. The huge hands of light grabbed a group of demons and squeezed them hard. The demons screamed and turned into ashes in the light.

Qiao Jing cast a spell of wind and fire, and the wind and fire intertwined to form a huge tornado, which sucked the surrounding demons into it. The wind fanned the flames, and the demons were instantly burned to ashes.

Feng Qi used the Ten Thousand Wind Fist, and the powerful force of wind condensed in his fist. Every punch he threw could trigger a small tornado.

He blew the demons all over the place, then summoned wind spears, which shot towards the demons like lightning, piercing their bodies accurately.

Chaoyun pressed his hands on the ground and muttered something. Suddenly, countless huge meteorites rose from the ground and smashed towards the demon like small mountains.

At the same time, a petrifying aura spread from around his body. Some demons were hit by the meteorite and then enveloped by the petrifying aura, instantly turning into stone statues.

He Jiaojiao summoned a wind dragon, which roared and rushed towards the group of demons. Its huge body rushed through the group of demons, knocking the demons away wherever it went.

He Jiaojiao also cast the Song of Wind to enhance the strength and speed of her teammates, making everyone more courageous in battle.

Under the concerted attack of everyone, the demons gradually could not resist and began to flee in all directions.

But Song Chaoming and his men did not relax at all. They pursued the victory and eliminated all the remaining demons.

After the battle, everyone took a short rest and began to search for the Heart of Dreams in the temple.

They carefully explored every corner of the temple, not missing any clues.

Song Chaoming carefully observed the ancient runes on the wall, trying to decipher information about the heart of dreams from them.

Qiao Jing relied on her keen perception to feel the fluctuations of the surrounding energy.

Finally, in the deepest part of the temple, they found a secret room.

The door of the secret room is engraved with complex magic circles, which emit a mysterious light.

Song Chaoming walked forward, placed his hand on the magic circle, and tried to untie it with his own strength.

After some effort, the light of the magic circle gradually dimmed, and the door of the secret room slowly opened.

A powerful energy rushed towards him. In the center of the secret room, there was a crystal box emitting brilliant light. The light was dreamy and seemed to contain all the beauty in the world.

Everyone knew that the Heart of Dreams was inside. Song Chaoming slowly walked forward and opened the crystal box.

A crystal clear heart-shaped gem appeared before their eyes. This was the Heart of Dreams. It emitted a soft and warm light. Wherever the light reached, the surrounding air became fresh.

Song Chaoming carefully picked up the Dream Heart, and everyone felt a powerful force surge within them. They left the temple with the Dream Heart and embarked on the journey home.

When they returned to the center of the Mortal Continent, Song Chaoming placed the Heart of Dreams at the core of the continent. At that moment, a miracle happened.

The power of dreams is like a clear spring, flowing slowly from the heart of dreams and quickly spreading to the entire continent.

In the sky, the endless darkness receded like a tide, and the warm sunlight shone again.

The black rain stopped, and the sky gradually became clear blue, with white clouds floating in the air like clouds.

The earth began to shake violently, and the huge cracks slowly closed under the repair of the power of dreams, and the ground became flat and solid again.

On the originally barren land, tender green shoots broke out of the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. They grew rapidly and in the blink of an eye, they became lush grass.

The withered trees came back to life, green leaves grew on the dry branches, and then colorful flowers bloomed.

The fragrance of the flowers fills the air, attracting countless butterflies and bees to dance among the flowers.

In the forest, the animals that had been silent came out from their hiding places, running and playing happily.

Birds sang happily on the branches, their songs seemed to celebrate the rebirth of the Mortal Continent.

In cities and villages, people felt the return of the power of dreams.

The barrier gradually disappeared and people walked out. They looked at the brand new world around them, tears of excitement flashing in their eyes.

The children were laughing and playing on the grass, chasing colorful butterflies with happy smiles on their faces.

The old people sat in the sun, watching all this with satisfaction, muttering words of gratitude to the gods.

The practitioners felt that the power in their bodies was constantly recovering and strengthening, and they knew that the Mortal Continent would return to its former prosperity.

The entire Mortal Continent was immersed in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, and people began to rebuild their homes and repair destroyed cities and villages.

In the fields, farmers are sowing again, looking forward to a good harvest. Merchants are reopening their shops, and the streets are bustling again.

In school, the children started studying again, their eyes full of hope for the future.

Song Chaoming and his companions were filled with joy as they watched all this, knowing that all this beauty was earned through their courage and hard work.

On the other side, in the dark palace, the eerie atmosphere permeated every inch of space as if it were a substance.

Various twisted demonic images are carved on the huge black stone pillars, as if they are struggling and roaring in the darkness.

The walls of the palace were inlaid with gems that emitted a strange light. The light flickered, reflecting a series of terrifying pictures.

The Dark King sat on his throne made of bones and black metal, with a slight smile on his face.

He was completely covered in a black robe embroidered with complex dark runes. The runes glowed with a dark red light, like flowing blood.

His face was hidden in the dark hood, only his eyes revealed an icy cold light, that gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, filled with endless malice and conspiracy.

His laughter echoed through the empty palace, like a chilling wind, sending shivers down one's spine. "Hmph, do they think they can restore peace to the Mortal Continent this way? How naive."

His voice was low and hoarse, like a whisper from the depths of hell. "All of this is just part of my plan. The appearance of the Dream Heart will only make this game more interesting."

At his feet, a group of dark creatures of various shapes crawled. Some had huge wings covered with sharp bone spurs; some had bodies flowing like mucus, emitting a pungent smell; and some were shaped like giant spiders, with eight eyes flashing with murderous light.

They trembled at the Dark King's laughter, as if they felt the master's terrible power and even more terrifying plan.

The Dark King slowly stood up, his figure looming large in the darkness. With a wave of his sleeve, a massive mirror of darkness appeared before him.

The mirror reflected the joyous scenes of the people on the Mortal Continent. He watched it all, the coldness in his eyes growing even colder. "Let you enjoy this brief joy for now. Soon, I will bring true despair."

He whispered, then waved his hand, and the Dark Mirror vanished. He sat back on his throne and began to plan his next move. The entire dark palace was once again shrouded in silence and terror.