Rebuilding Terra

Recently, in the mysterious and vast heaven, an incredible storm quietly swept all the power stations. Those huge and busy power stations are like tireless energy fortresses. They used to run without stopping, like a beating heart, continuously supplying vital electricity to every corner of the heaven. The electricity is like a rushing river, supporting the roaring operation of the machines in the factory, maintaining the peaceful daily life of the residents, and is the key force to maintain the normal order of the entire heaven. However, as if quietly shrouded by a mysterious curse, these once rock-solid power stations began to undergo some incomprehensible changes since some time ago. They began to lose a large amount of electricity inexplicably, as if the electricity was quietly swallowed by an invisible black hole, leaving no trace.

Many factories and power plants, at a certain ordinary moment, suddenly fell into darkness and silence without any warning. The powerful roar of the machine that was still roaring a moment ago suddenly stopped, as if an invisible big hand had strangled its throat. The work that was originally carried out in an orderly manner on the production line was also forced to stop. The workers stared with wide eyes, their faces full of astonishment and confusion. Those semi-finished products, like forgotten orphans, quietly stayed on the production line, telling the story of this sudden change.

The skilled craftsmen in the heavens rushed out as if they had heard the battle horn. With their superb skills and clever minds, they tried to find the mysterious reason for the power loss. They shuttled through every corner of the power station, checking every device and analyzing every set of data. But no matter how hard they racked their brains and how much effort they put in, the mysterious root seemed to be hidden behind layer after layer of thick fog, always like an unsolvable mystery that could not be found out.

At the same time, another more bizarre and horrifying thing happened like a nightmare. A mountain that towered into the clouds and seemed to touch the sky suddenly appeared next to the heavens without a sound, like a ghost that quietly walked out of the darkness. The mountain was like a silent and mysterious giant, standing there quietly, and every inch of rock exuded a chilling sense of oppression. Its huge body seemed to announce its existence to the entire heaven, making it impossible to ignore.

The mountain was filled with terrifying poisonous gas and blazing flames. The poisonous gas was like a series of serpentine snakes, spreading wantonly in the air, twisting and entwining, as if ready to devour any life that came close. The flames were like demons with bared fangs and claws, leaping and roaring, and each flame emitted a blazing high temperature, as if it could turn everything into ashes.

Initially, when the people in the heavens noticed the appearance of this strange mountain, shock rolled over their hearts like surging waves. But soon, they recovered from the shock and tried to take tough measures to deal with this sudden threat. They mobilized the most powerful weapons and forces in the heavens, and various shining magic weapons and powerful spells were cast one after another. They had only one goal, which was to blow up this strange mountain and make it disappear from this world.

However, it was incredible that no matter how fierce and powerful their attacks were, the mountain still stood there unscathed. It seemed to have an indestructible mysterious shield that easily blocked all attacks, as if those attacks were just insignificant breezes that could not cause any damage to it.

These unusual events, like heavy stones, weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the heavens. The princess sat in the magnificent and solemn palace, her originally beautiful face now covered with clouds of worry. The clouds of worry covered her face like a gloomy sky. Her eyes revealed deep anxiety and thinking, like two burning flames, trying to find answers. In front of her were piled various reports and intelligence about these events, the papers seemed to have piled up into a small mountain, and each report seemed to tell the seriousness of the crisis. She was busy with these difficult matters, and her anxious mood was like an ant on a hot pot, making her unable to calm down. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, and each tap seemed to carry her inner entanglement. She was thinking hard, trying to find a way to resolve this crisis and restore the peace and order that the heavens once had.

Alice, a woman with a mysterious aura, blew into the palace like a fresh and mysterious breeze. Her footsteps were like dancing notes, and she walked slowly in front of the princess with light steps. She bowed slightly, and the movement was elegant and solemn, like a carefully choreographed dance. Then, she said in a voice that was as beautiful as the sound of nature but with a hint of solemnity: "Your Highness, I have gone through a long search and research on the mountain that suddenly appeared, and found out the truth. That mountain is actually Antun, the seventh apostle. It is an existence full of mystery and powerful power. And the inexplicable power outage in the heavens was eaten by Antun as food."

Upon hearing this, the princess was startled, as if struck by lightning. The apostle, that is a legendary existence with great power and mysterious abilities. She knew very well how terrible the power of the apostle was, a power that could overturn the world and destroy it. Now, the apostle actually took the initiative to appear in the heaven. This is undoubtedly a huge crisis, a crisis that is enough to threaten the survival of the entire heaven. But she was not defeated by fear. Instead, her eyes became more determined, like a burning flame. She bit her lips tightly and said, "The apostle has come here, and we in the heaven must not sit idly by. We must work out a countermeasure as soon as possible and find a way to defeat this apostle. We must protect our home and our people."

Just when everyone in the heavens was in a state of tension and anxiety, and the entire heaven seemed to be shrouded in a haze, Bei Xuan, the mysterious young man who came from afar, also quietly arrived in the heavens. He was dressed in a light blue robe, which was like flowing clouds, gently fluttering in the breeze. There was an ancient long sword hanging around his waist, which exuded a mysterious atmosphere, as if it had experienced the baptism of countless years. His long hair fluttered in the wind, like a black waterfall, and every strand of hair seemed to be telling of freedom and unrestrainedness. There was a light of determination and curiosity in his eyes, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating his way forward. His arrival seemed to bring a glimmer of new hope to this chaotic heaven, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, which made people feel an inexplicable power.

Alice sensed Bei Xuan's arrival. Her keen perception was like an invisible net that caught this new breath. She came to the princess again with a smile on her face. That smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and bright. She said, "Your Highness, the destined man full of merit has arrived in heaven. You can start preparing. I believe he will lead us to defeat Antun and resolve this crisis. He exudes a special power, a power that can change fate."