Shi Zhongling

The wind blows through the grass of the Brown Ridge Mountains, always ringing with an almost inaudible sound. Jing Ming, a young man from Gray Stone Village, followed the sound and retrieved a clear crystal stone from the rift in time and space. The ancient mage Ling sleeps in the stone. A magical accident that touched the laws of time and space has sealed her soul here for hundreds of years. The morning glow at Wangxia Cliff witnessed this master-disciple relationship. In five years of spring and autumn, he grew from a child in the mountains to a mage in his own right, with the spirit of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice, light and dark space, and the twelve elements can be freely retracted; she gradually solidified from the shadow and glimmer, accompanying him through countless mornings and dusk. In order to let his mentor break free from the stone shackles and truly set foot in the world, Jing Ming condensed the main crystal into a personal pendant, bid farewell to his homeland, and went to the royal capital of Eldron, where magic is most flourishing. He thought this was just a journey to find a way to save the master, but along the way, he gradually came into contact with the secret at the bottom of the world—— The afterglow of creation, the whisper of the devil, the reincarnation and destruction of the ninth era. The ringtone in the stone will pass through the years and will eventually ring throughout the entire continent in the final era. And can the temperature of the young man's palm rewrite the ending that has already been written?