Rebuilding Terra

Nuwa, a goddess with a graceful figure and extraordinary temperament, wandered alone in the quiet and ethereal valley like a bright star. The valley was surrounded by clouds and mist, like a dancing veil, as if it was a veil as soft as a dreamy feather, which strictly separated this paradise from the outside world. The wisps of clouds, like curling green smoke or a rushing sea of ​​clouds, were unpredictable and added endless mystery to the valley.

Exotic flowers and plants grow wildly in the valley, as if the magical artist of nature is expressing her creativity here. The colorful petals are dotted in this emerald green world like the bright stars in the night sky. Each flower seems to be a small miracle, exuding waves of intoxicating fragrance. The fragrance is like an invisible spirit, lightly jumping and dancing in the air, drilling into people's noses, making people's body and mind seem to be immersed in this wonderful aroma.

Nuwa stood quietly in the middle of the valley, like a beautiful statue. Her long hair, like a waterfall, fluttered gently in the breeze, and each strand of hair seemed to have a lively rhythm. The long hair was as soft as silk, like black satin, and sparkled with mysterious light under the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled with a deep and lively light, which was like a deep lake and bright stars, containing endless wisdom and emotion.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the endless sky. The vast sky seemed like a huge painting, unfolding before her eyes. An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart, as if a surging tide was running through her heart. In this vast world that was like an endless ocean, although she possessed amazing divine power, there seemed to be many problems like stubborn thorns that made her feel helpless.

Just like the Ozma incident, in the chaos and crisis, she was somewhat powerless. She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, if she had a Saint-level combat power, would everything be different? It was like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating the way forward. As Alice said, should she really create a race? This thought was like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting in her heart.

One day, Nuwa was walking leisurely in the valley with light steps as usual. Her footsteps were like stepping on the clouds, without making any sound. Each step seemed to carry a mysterious rhythm, echoing with the natural sounds in the valley. She was quietly thinking about the endless mysteries of the primitive world and the unknown future.

The breeze in the valley gently brushed her face, as if nature was whispering to her. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind like a flash of lightning. That inspiration was like the god of fate whispering in her ear, with a mysterious power and revelation. She began to fall into deep thought, thinking about the possibility of creating a new race. That possibility was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, full of mystery and unknown, but exuding an irresistible attraction.

Nuwa began to devote herself to the study of creating life. She seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, forgetting the passage of time and everything around her. During the day, the sun shone on her body, and she paced back and forth in the valley, her steps firm and steady. In her mind, countless ideas kept flashing like bright stars, and each idea seemed like a shining star, with unique light and possibility.

Every stone and every tree in the valley seemed to be the source of her inspiration. Some of the stones were round and smooth, while others were angular, as if they were telling the story of the years; some of the trees were tall and straight, while others were graceful, as if they were showing the power of life.

She sat by the stream, quietly gazing at the gurgling stream. The clear and transparent stream was like a flexible ribbon, winding through the valley. The gurgling stream was like a beautiful piece of music played by nature. The flowing breath of life was like an invisible thread, intertwining in the air. Nuwa seemed to see the rhythm and cycle of life in the stream, and every drop of water and every ripple seemed to contain the mystery of life.

Her fingers gently slid across the water, feeling the gentleness and strength of the water. The gentleness was like a mother's caress, and the strength was like the surging waves. "Water may be the key to life." Nuwa thought secretly in her heart, and this idea gradually spread in her heart like a spark.

She climbed to the top of the mountain again, looking out over the rolling mountains and the vast expanse of land. The wind whistled in her ears, like an exciting war song, as if telling her the endless secrets of the primitive world. She closed her eyes and used her heart to feel the power and direction of the wind. The power was sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, as if it was the breath of nature; the direction was unpredictable, as if it was the guidance of fate. She tried to find clues to the creation of life from it. Every breath of the wind, every blow of the wind, seemed to be a mysterious signal.

After countless days and nights of deep contemplation, which seemed like a long and challenging journey, Nuwa finally came up with a preliminary plan. Her eyes shone with determination, as if she had seen the dawn of success. She decided to use her divine power and the elements of the primitive world to create life. The divine power was like a surging tide, containing endless power and mystery.

She first collected the soil in the valley, which exuded the breath and power of the earth. Each grain of soil seemed to be a small life, containing the essence of the earth. Nuwa put the soil in her palm and felt its temperature and texture. The temperature was like warm sunshine, and the texture was like delicate silk. She began to use her divine power and injected her life force into the soil like a golden thread. With the injection of divine power, the soil began to undergo wonderful changes.

It seemed to be endowed with vitality and began to tremble slightly. Every grain of soil seemed to be cheering and leaping for joy, as if welcoming the birth of a new life. Nuwa's eyes were full of anticipation and concentration, and she carefully shaped the soil. Her hands were like magical brushes, outlining beautiful outlines on the soil.

One after another, little clay figures were born in her hands. Although these little clay figures were not alive yet, they had already taken on human form, like sleeping spirits, waiting for Nuwa to give them real souls. Although their bodies were still a little rough, every detail contained Nuwa's hard work and hope.

However, appearance alone is far from enough. Nuwa knew that true life needed soul and emotion. The soul was like the flame of life, and the emotion was like the color of life. She began to find a way to give the clay figurines souls. She came to the stream again and stared at the gurgling stream. She stretched out her hands and carefully absorbed the spiritual energy of the stream. The spiritual energy was like a jumping spirit, shining in her hands.

She integrated this spiritual energy into the clay figures, making them seem to have a little life. Their bodies began to glow slightly, as if responding to the injection of this spiritual energy. But this was far from enough, they still lacked a real soul and were still like lifeless dolls.

Nuwa flew up into the sky again, like a bird flying freely. She passed through layers of mist and came into the clouds. She collected the mysterious power in the clouds, which was like the twinkling starlight, containing endless mysteries. She injected this power into the clay figures, trying to give them the ability to think and feel. The bodies of the clay figures began to undergo more wonderful changes, and their faces seemed to have a look of confusion and contemplation.

After countless attempts and failures, those attempts were like sparks, and those failures were like heavy stones. Nuwa finally found the key to give the clay figurines souls. She used her hard work and divine power, like a great artist, to create a unique soul power. That soul power was like a bright light, illuminating the entire valley.

When the soul power was injected into the clay figures, a miracle happened. The little clay figures seemed to be injected with vitality, and they began to move. Their hands and feet began to dance gently, and their eyes slowly opened, revealing innocent smiles. That smile was like a spring flower, full of vitality and hope.

"You are the human race I created." Nuwa looked at these new lives, her heart filled with joy and emotion. The joy was like a surging tide, and the emotion was like warm sunshine. She knew that she had created a brand new race, a race that would write its own legend in the prehistoric world.