The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

Deep in the mysterious and quiet valley, the sunlight shines through the ancient and luxuriant branches and leaves like a veil, casting mottled shadows. Meizi stands in the heart of the valley, thin but resolute, like a young fairy grass seedling that stands firm in the wind. In front of her, the fairy grass is shining, and the light rises up in strands, as if telling a story of the interweaving of life and mission.

Meizi's face was exhausted. For several days, she had used her own spiritual power to continuously nourish the fairy grass. Every spiritual power she injected was the vitality she extracted from her own essence. At first, she could still hold on, her eyes full of expectations, watching the fairy grass' leaves stretch out and the halo bloom under the nourishment of spiritual power, like an ignorant child's first awakening of spiritual wisdom. At that time, the breeze in the valley blew her hair, as if whispering, encouraging her lonely and great protection.

But time is merciless. As the spiritual power required for the growth of the fairy grass becomes more and more powerful, Meiko's body gradually feels heavy and her steps are weak. Her skin has lost its color and her lips are cracked, but her hands are still firmly suspended above the fairy grass, and the light in her palms is like a trickle, never stopping. Every late night, everything is silent, only her slight breathing and the sound of the fairy grass absorbing spiritual power can be heard. The darkness is like a greedy beast, trying to devour this weak light, but Meiko grits her teeth and fights, using faith as a lamp to dispel the coldness around her body.

"It's almost there... just a little bit more..." Meiko muttered to herself with her cracked lips, her voice echoing in the empty valley, as if to cheer herself up, or as if to beg God for more time. This magical herb carries not only the hope of the recovery of the Spirit Valley, but also the dawn of thousands of lives to escape the misfortune of miasma. Looking back a few months ago, the miasma was pervasive, eroding the earth, and wherever it went, the lives of the people were charred and the plants withered. Meiko, as a descendant of the guardian of the Spirit Valley, knew that the responsibility was like a mountain pressing down on her head. When the fragments of ancient books revealed the purifying power of this magical herb, she resolutely embarked on this difficult road, even if the road ahead was full of thorns and she was alone.

At this moment, the light of the fairy grass was so dazzling that it was almost blinding. The power of purification surged and seemed to break through the confinement of the valley. However, Miko's body shook and her eyes went dark. Her spiritual power was about to dry up. Her heart was like a dried-up spring, and every beat was extremely difficult. Cold sweat soaked her back and the chill penetrated her bones, but she looked at the fairy grass. The vitality in the light was like a shot of cardiotonic, injecting her dying will.

"No, we must not fail at the last moment!" Meiko screamed in her heart, mobilizing the remaining strength of her body, her bones creaking, as if protesting against this excessive overdraft. She bit her tongue, awakening her chaotic consciousness with the pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a blood mist that enveloped the fairy grass. In an instant, the fairy grass seemed to have received peerless nourishment, and its light burst into full bloom. The purifying light surged like a tide, instantly illuminating the entire valley and dispelling the layers of haze. Meiko collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, but looking at the clear light in the sky, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She knew that she had succeeded, even at the cost of her life, this spiritual valley, this world, would finally be redeemed...

In the most mysterious core of the Spirit Valley, time seemed to have stopped, and only Meizi and the fairy grass were engaged in a silent but thrilling contest. Meizi's body was trembling, like a thin paper struggling to support itself in the strong wind. Her clothes had long been soaked with sweat, and her messy hair stuck to her pale face, but her eyes were as hot as burning charcoal, staring at the fairy grass in front of her that was shining brightly.

For many days, she had been sleepless and exhausted her spiritual power to nourish this spark of hope. Every bit of spiritual power she output seemed to tear a piece from the depths of her soul, and the piercing pain spread throughout her body. At this moment, her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and her heart was like an exhausted old drumstick. Every beat was soft and weak, making a dull sound, as if begging for rest. Her legs felt as heavy as lead, and every breath was filled with the smell of bloody rust, which was a warning that her body could not bear the burden.

But at this critical juncture, although the fairy grass shone brightly, it still lacked the final touch and could not be fully activated. Meizi looked at the fairy grass and whispered through her cracked lips: "It's almost there, we must not give up..." Her voice was hoarse and weak, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

With her last bit of clarity, Meizi resolutely sacrificed her life-saving magic weapon, the Lingxi Jade Pendant. This jade pendant was passed down from generation to generation in her family, and it contained a pure and majestic protective power. It must not be used unless it was a matter of life and death. At this moment, for this magical herb and for the lives of thousands of people, she had no choice.

Holding the jade pendant with trembling hands, Meizi bit her fingertips and a drop of blood fell on the jade pendant. In an instant, the jade pendant shone brightly, echoing the light of the fairy grass, as if an ancient contract was awakened. Meizi endured the dizziness caused by the loss of blood and guided the power of the jade pendant to rush towards the fairy grass.

This force was like a raging torrent, instantly filling the gap needed to activate the immortal grass. The immortal grass shook violently, and the light instantly expanded, turning into a purifying light column that penetrated the sky and the earth, rushing straight into the sky. The powerful airflow swept outward with the immortal grass as the center, but Meizi was in the center of the storm, and due to excessive loss of spiritual power and blood essence, her body slowly fell down.

Before she lost consciousness, she saw the light of the immortal grass blooming, dispelling the long-lasting haze over the spiritual valley. The warm light sprinkled on her face, as if gently soothing her. She knew that she had succeeded, even if the price was her own near-death, but the world finally ushered in a turn for the better. With a relieved smile on her lips, Meizi fell into darkness and let her body fall backwards...

Under the shining purifying light, the Spirit Valley seemed to be reborn. The vegetation, which was originally sluggish and mottled by the miasma, was now recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The leaves shed the black spots of decay and regained their emerald green luster, as if they were repainted by the hands of nature; the vines climbed and twisted, entwined with vitality, and the spiritual flowers that had once withered bloomed again, with fragrant nectar overflowing between the stamens, attracting colorful butterflies, shaking off the dead silence of the past with their fluttering wings.

The clear springs in the mountains were also awakened by this power. The gurgling sound broke the long silence, and the rippling water reflected the clear sky and the green of rebirth. The fish in the stream swam happily, their scales gleaming silver, shuttling between round stones and swaying water plants, splashing strings of crystal water droplets, as if celebrating the new life. Deep in the spiritual valley, those spiritual beasts that had been dormant for a long time due to miasma also walked out of their nests, and the fear haze in their eyes faded, and they re-emerged with spiritual light. There was a spiritual deer with snow-colored fur and crystal horns. It approached the stream cautiously, lowered its head and sipped the spring water, and then jumped happily, with a light posture like a fairy; there were also spiritual birds with gorgeous wings, singing loudly on the branches, singing melodiously, weaving a song of life, and the notes flowed in every corner of the valley, dispelling the haze of the past.

Outside Linggu, the hell on earth that was once ravaged by miasma has also seen a turnaround. The village, which was originally dim and depressing and shrouded in poisonous fog, has a breeze blowing slowly, slowly blowing away the foul air. In the farmhouses, the villagers who have been bedridden for a long time and whose bodies have been corroded by miasma suddenly feel the stagnant air in their chests dissipate, their breathing becomes smoother, their faces regain color, and their eyes rekindle their desire for life. In the fields, the withered and yellow crops turn green at a magical speed, the wheat waves roll, and the fragrance of rice fills the air, indicating that a good harvest is expected. The working farmers straighten their backs, look at the fields, and laugh heartily, dispelling the haze of many days. The town market is once again bustling, with the shouts of vendors and the sounds of children playing, and the smoke of fireworks rising, dispelling the haze. People's faces are filled with the joy of rebirth, and they sing the miracle of Linggu and are grateful to the person who has turned the world around without knowing his name.

But no one knew that behind all this vitality, deep in the spiritual valley, Meizi's body was gradually getting colder. She lay on her side beside the fairy grass, as if she was just sleeping, her face was peaceful, but her bloodless lips and her breath that was so weak that it was almost undetectable, told that she was dying. The breeze gently touched her hair, as if calling her gently, but there was no response.

Perhaps it was God's mercy, or perhaps it was the power of this newly born spiritual valley. When Meizi's life candle was about to go out, the fairy grass trembled slightly, and a leaf emitting extreme light slowly fell, accurately covering Meizi's heart. In an instant, the warm light was like a warm current, slowly infusing her exhausted body, repairing the damaged meridians, and nourishing the dry soul. Meizi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes. What came into her eyes was the magnificent view of the reborn spiritual valley. Feeling the vitality surging in her heart, she knew that in this gamble with fate, she had narrowly won.

Meiko stood up, her steps were still a little unsteady, but her eyes were firm. She knew that this was just the beginning. Although the Spirit Valley had recovered, the wounds in the world still needed to be healed slowly. But at this moment, looking at the flourishing all over the mountains and plains, her heart was full of hope. The road ahead might still be bumpy, but she had already created a miracle. Holding the purifying light in her hands, why fear the wind and rain? Meiko took a deep breath of the air full of vitality and walked out of the Spirit Valley. She wanted to spread this blessing further and let the light stay in the world forever.