Rebuilding Terra

After Nuwa successfully created the first human being, she felt an indescribable joy and sense of accomplishment. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was lit up, and her heart was illuminated by the warm sunshine, and every corner was filled with joy. She quietly gazed at the human being she created with her own hands, and that small figure seemed to contain endless hope and possibilities.

However, when she slowly raised her head and cast her eyes on the vast and seemingly endless primitive world, another thought suddenly came to her mind. She realized that a single human being was so small and insignificant in this vast ocean-like primitive world. This world was so vast that it needed more lives to fill it and more vitality to bring it to life.

So, Nuwa did not hesitate to continue to devote herself to the great project of creating human beings. Her dexterous hands were like a smart elf, dancing in the void. Every subtle movement was filled with endless tenderness and concentration, constantly shaping clay figures. Those clay figures gradually took shape in her hands, as if they were works of art given life.

But as time passed quietly like a silent stream, Nuwa gradually felt that this speed was too slow. The birth of each clay figurine required a lot of her time and energy. She seemed to be in an endless cycle. Although she worked tirelessly, time seemed to be never enough. At the same time, the primitive world's demand for humans was so urgent, as if it was eagerly calling for the birth of more life.

After a long and hard thought, Nuwa's wise eyes finally fell on the Xiantian Gourd Vine and Xirang. The Xiantian Gourd Vine stood there quietly, like a silent guardian, exuding a mysterious innate power. That power was like an invisible thread, intertwined in the air, and each thread contained endless mysteries.

Xirang was like a sleeping treasure, emitting endless vitality. That vitality was like a dancing flame, full of energy and hope. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind, and a bold idea emerged in her mind. She decided to use these two magical treasures to speed up the creation of humans.

Nuwa began to use her divine power carefully, and the divine power surged in her body like a surging tide. She skillfully combined the Xiantian gourd vine with the Xirang, and every move was full of caution and concentration. Under the urging of her divine power, the Xirang seemed to be awakened and began to undergo wonderful changes. It was as if it had life, constantly deriving soil suitable for making humans. The soil exuded a soft light, as if telling the mystery of life. The Xiantian gourd vine was like a smart bond, giving the soil special power. Every bit of power injected made the soil more magical.

Under Nuwa's meticulous operation, humans began to be born at a faster rate. Batch after batch of humans appeared in the primitive world like bamboo shoots after rain. With their curiosity and desire to explore the world, they began to multiply and thrive in this mysterious land like new seedlings. Their eyes were shining with longing and hope for the future, as if they wanted to include the whole world in their exploration range.

However, just after Nuwa successfully created the first batch of innate humans, the sky suddenly changed. The originally clear sky seemed to be instantly covered by an invisible big hand, and the dark clouds gathered together at an astonishing speed like a surging tide. The layers of dark clouds seemed to be a black castle, covering the entire sky and blocking the originally bright sunshine. A strong and mysterious pressure, like a surging wave, instantly enveloped Nuwa. Her heart moved slightly, and with her keen perception, she knew that her sage tribulation was about to come.

This is a catastrophe for the saints of humanity, full of endless challenges and dangers. Every breath of air seemed to be filled with tension, as if foreshadowing the coming storm. Nuwa took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Her eyes revealed a firm belief, and that belief was like a burning flame, beating in her eyes. She knew that this was a test she had to face and a necessary checkpoint on her way to the holy path. Only by successfully overcoming this catastrophe could she truly embark on the sacred path of the holy path and become a beacon leading mankind forward.

The power of the heavenly tribulation began to gradually emerge, as if a beast that had been suppressed for a long time finally showed its fangs. Thunder and lightning were like a violent dragon, rolling and roaring in the clouds. The lightning was like a sharp sword, tearing through the dark sky and releasing a terrifying force. The wind was howling, as if it wanted to destroy everything. The wind was like an angry beast, roaring with endless destructive power. Nuwa stood in the wind, her long hair fluttering in the wind, like a black flag. She exuded a powerful divine power, which was like a solid shield, tightly wrapping her in it.

As the calamity descended, the primordial purple energy in Nuwa's body began to become active. The mysterious primordial purple energy was like a dancing flame, surging in her body, releasing powerful power. Every trace of purple energy was like a beating note, playing a mysterious movement in her body. Originally, Nuwa wanted to prove the way of humanity, become a saint of humanity, and lead mankind to grow and develop in the prehistoric world. Her heart was filled with longing and hope for the future, as if she saw the scene of mankind prospering under her leadership.

However, just when she was about to fully prove the way of humanity, the primordial purple energy suddenly changed unexpectedly. It seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and that force was like an invisible rope, forcibly pulling Nuwa into the half of the heavenly way. Nuwa felt helpless, as if she was teased by fate. But she still did not give up. She gritted her teeth tightly, tried to adjust her state, and tried to control the mysterious power. Under the baptism of the heavenly tribulation, her body continued to change, and every inch of her skin seemed to be experiencing rebirth. The power was also constantly increasing, like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other.

In the end, Nuwa successfully survived the catastrophe with her tenacious will and powerful strength. But she became half a saint of heaven and half a saint of humanity. This result made her feel a little complicated. She stood there quietly, looking at the sky, and fell into deep thought. She understood that her path to enlightenment had deviated, and the road ahead would become more tortuous and difficult.

Behind this, Hongjun's figure loomed. Hongjun, the mysterious and powerful existence, was like a black hand hidden behind the scenes. He cleverly snatched Nuwa's human authority through the Hongmeng purple air. It was a silent contest, but it was full of endless conspiracies and calculations. Originally, if Nuwa succeeded in proving the way of humanity, she would be at the same level as Hongjun, become the spokesperson for humanity, and no longer be afraid of Hongjun's spokesperson for the way of heaven. She would have enough power to protect mankind and lead mankind to glory.

But the change of Hongmeng Purple Qi caused Nuwa to fail to obtain all the human authority. Now, her human authority is still under the restriction of Heaven. Nuwa's heart is full of reluctance and anger, which is a suppressed emotion, like a volcano about to erupt. But facing the powerful Hongjun, she can only be angry but not speak. After all, she is currently a saint of Heaven and is under the control of Hongjun. She knows that her strength is not enough to compete with Hongjun head-on, so she can only endure temporarily and look for the right opportunity to change everything.