Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

This mysterious and tranquil land, shrouded in ancient times, is the very origin of Zhao Ming and his companions' arrival in this world. Surrounded by picturesque scenery, birdsong, and fragrant flowers, one can vaguely see numerous small animals scurrying about like rabbits. The mountains and forests are lush and green, and the ecosystem is intact.

Zhao Ming stood there, steady as a rock, his expression solemn and focused, his hands dancing like nimble birds. As he moved, the previously invisible particles of spacetime in the air, as if summoned by an unfathomable force, surged forward.

These faintly glittering particles, like brilliant stars, gradually converged into an immense vortex. The vortex spun at lightning speed, emitting a low humming sound that sounded like an ancient ballad from the depths of time and space.

Its edge distorted the surrounding space like a snake, causing light to twist and turn, creating a dreamlike, colorful spectacle of a space-time tunnel. As golden space-time particles continuously poured in, the vortex deepened, and the energy fluctuations it emitted became more intense, eventually stabilizing.

After the space-time tunnel was completed, Dagu, Lina, and Zhenjiaoyi strode over. Zhao Ming stared at the three of them. The space-time tunnel was complete, and the time to part had arrived.

Daigu and Lina stared at Zhenjiaoyi, the son from the future, with tears in their eyes.

"Are you going back?" There was a hint of reluctance in Lina's voice.

"Well, mom and dad, come on, I can't wait to be born soon!" After hugging Dagu and Lina goodbye, Zhenjiaoyi came to the Alpha fighter he had flown and climbed into the cockpit.

"You little brat, you're actually making fun of us!" Hearing his son's teasing, Dagu remained calm and looked at Zhenjiaoyi affectionately with encouragement and support.

"Uncle Zhao Ming, see you in ten years!" Through the glass of the cockpit, Zhenjiaoyi waved to the person he admired so much like a fledgling leaving the nest, and bid farewell to the vast sky.

Zhao Ming stood quietly like a steady lighthouse, gazing at the True Horn Wing in the cabin. He waved his hand and whispered, "Have a safe trip, kid."

Zhenjiaoyi sat steadily in the cockpit of the Alpha, his eyes like burning flames, firm and focused, staring intently at the front.

As he decisively pressed the start button, the Alpha's engine instantly erupted with an earth-shattering roar, a deafening roar. Powerful force surged out of the jet nozzle like a surging wave, like a roaring fire dragon, darting towards the sky with bared fangs and claws.

Driven by this tremendous power, the Alpha fighter jet rushed up from the ground like an arrow, and gusts of dust and air were rolled up around the fuselage, forming a long dragon of billowing smoke.

The fighter plane continued to climb, like a nimble eagle, soaring into the vast sky, piercing the white clouds and leaving a beautiful arc. Zhen Jiaoyi skillfully controlled the fighter plane, his eyes without the slightest hesitation, as if he and the fighter plane had become one.

When reaching the appropriate height and speed, he pulled the joystick suddenly, and the Alpha, like a nimble bird, dived lightly into the mysterious and profound space-time channel that Zhao Ming had opened for him.

The light in the passage flickered like a brilliant galaxy, and all kinds of strange energy fluctuations constantly swept across the fuselage of the fighter plane like meteors.

After an unknown amount of time, the light in front of him gradually stabilized, and the Alpha finally emerged from the space-time channel, like a shining meteor, returning to its era.

Zhenjiaoyi looked at the familiar scene, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart. This place carried his mission and responsibility, like a heavy burden pressing on his shoulders.

Da Gu and Lina watched the Alpha fighter plane rush into the space-time channel like a meteor and disappear. They knew that Zhen Jiaoyi had returned to his own era.

"Oh no! I forgot to give this back to that brat!" Zhao Ming slapped his head in frustration, as if he had forgotten something important. He pulled out the pendant that True Horn Wing wore on his chest from his pocket. He had borrowed it to use as a location coordinate for spacetime magic.

Zhao Ming looked at the pendant in his hand. Dagu walked up to him, patted him gently on the shoulder, and said comfortingly, "In that case, keep it as a souvenir."

Lina walked forward, took the pendant, opened it carefully, and looked at the photos of her future children inside. A happy smile filled her face, like a flower blooming in spring.

"We're about to set off, but don't forget what the child said. Dagu, Lina, you two have to work harder, hurry up and create him quickly!

Hahahahaha..." Zhao Ming said with a playful smile, and at the same time did not forget to wink at Dagu and Lina. His nonsensical look was simply hilarious.

Dagu and Lina stood quietly together, shoulder to shoulder. However, when they heard Zhao Ming's extremely frivolous teasing, the sentimental atmosphere of parting that had originally filled the air was blown away by a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Suddenly, a faint blush appeared on Dagu's usually handsome face, just like the sunset in the sky quietly climbing up his cheeks.

He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of annoyance, but more of a helpless expression. He pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something to refute Zhao Ming, but in the end he held back and did not speak.

Two rosy blushes quickly rose on Lina's snow-white cheeks, as alluring as ripe apples. Her large, clear, bright eyes now glared at Zhao Ming in reproach. Her usually gentle gaze now held a subtle hint of anger.

At this moment, Dagu and Lina exchanged glances. In just this brief moment, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

Then, the two of them shouted angrily at Zhao Ming in unison: "Go away!" The roar was crisp and loud, containing just the right amount of coquettishness and a bit of anger.

After Lina finished shouting, she seemed to feel that this was not enough to vent her anger. So, she pretended to be angry and waved her fist towards Zhao Ming.

Of course, this seemingly ferocious blow actually didn't pack much power; it was merely a feint in the air. Even so, it was enough to serve as a "small warning" to the mischievous Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming was amused by their unanimous reaction and laughed out loud. He waved his hands repeatedly, "Okay, okay, no more joking." But the unstoppable smile on the corner of his mouth still revealed his inner joy at the moment.

Zhao Ming stretched out his hands with a focused expression. Dazzling golden particles of spacetime leaped out like spirits and quickly converged on his palms. As his arms rhythmically moved, the golden particles, as if drawn by some mysterious force, drew perfect circles in the air.

Finally, with a flash of dazzling light, a massive space-time portal slowly emerged. Its frame shone with strange runes and light, seemingly connecting to an unknown world. Zhao Ming precisely located the portal's exit in his home laboratory.

Dagu and Lina stood by, silently gazing at the familiar scene before them, their hearts filled with emotion. They gazed deeply at this ancient land one last time, their gazes passing over the towering hills in the distance. They could vaguely see Amui's figure, the valley where they had fought together, and the peaceful and tranquil village within.

After a moment, the three of them exchanged a glance, then resolutely stepped into the space-time portal together. As the light gradually faded, the portal slowly closed, and this ancient land, witnessing countless legends, once again returned to its former tranquility.

The villagers still follow the ancient tradition, working from sunrise to sunset every day and living a simple but fulfilling life.

However, occasionally when night falls, people sitting around the campfire will always involuntarily recall those thrilling years - the dark demon Deguf who once shrouded the earth brought endless fear and disaster, but was eventually defeated by the giant of light who pierced the darkness and the warriors in golden armor.

As time passed, this history gradually faded through word of mouth. The passage of time, like a relentless river, relentlessly washed away human memory. Gradually, the Giant of Light's heroic deeds were no longer frequently mentioned, becoming a bedtime story told by the elderly to their children.

But for Amui, those past experiences remain etched in his heart forever. Years have passed, Amui has grown up and started a family. In the quiet of night, he would gently stroke the bronze divine light stick that exuded an ancient aura, and his thoughts would inevitably drift back to the fierce battlefields of the past.

There, he once fought alongside his companions against evil forces, and felt the warmth and strength of friendship in life-or-death situations. Now, although the years are peaceful, he knows that this peace was hard-won, and so he decides to continue shouldering the responsibility of protecting this land.

With the bronze divine rod in hand, Amui has repeatedly transformed into a giant of light, guarding the peace of this land. After each battle, he would quietly gaze at the artifact in his hand, his mind constantly flashing through the past.

Because this legendary story spread so widely, people named this sacred place "Diga Land." From then on, "Diga Land" and the friendship that transcended time and space behind it became a legend passed down by word of mouth among the locals, and has been known to the world for decades.