Rebuilding Terra

Over the past thousand years, the changing situation on the prehistoric continent is like surging waves, and there has never been a moment of real rest. Time has quietly passed on this vast and mysterious land, like a silent stream rushing forward, but in the long river of time, it has left countless traces, deep or shallow. And the human race is like a bright new star that rises quietly in the darkness. Although the light is weak at first, it gradually blooms with its own unique brilliance with a firm and tenacious attitude.

From the moment Nuwa created the human race with her magical power and endless wisdom, they have been like newborn seedlings, taking root in this vast land full of fantasy and endless dangers. This land is like a huge stage, with unknown mysteries and potential crises hidden in every corner. On this land, the human race began their journey of reproduction and development full of hardships and challenges.

In the ancient and mysterious prehistoric world, there is an unwritten rule. Whenever a new race is born, other races are not allowed to harass it without reason for thousands of years after its birth. Moreover, the human race is the only race created by the saint Nuwa in the prehistoric world. Whether it is the powerful and mysterious demon race, or the brave and wild witch race, they have to give some face to the saint Nuwa.

The demons, like mysterious guardians, linger in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. They have different forms, some have gorgeous wings, which sparkle mysteriously under the sunlight, as if they are dream wings woven with light; some have extremely sharp claws, which are like carefully polished blades, as if they can easily tear everything in the world. In their own territory, they carefully plan the grand ambition and great cause of ruling the entire prehistoric world. However, for the human race, although they often have a high and proud attitude, they still choose to follow the constraints of the ancient rules. They are well aware of the majesty and power of Nuwa, so they will not easily step into the territory of the human race to cause trouble, so as not to cause unnecessary disputes and troubles.

The Wu Clan, these beings are as tall as towering mountains, with infinite power that seems to be able to shake the heaven and earth. They are closely connected with the elements between heaven and earth, as if they are the incarnation of the elements of heaven and earth. Every breath seems to cause the earth to tremble slightly, as if their breathing echoes with the pulse of the earth. In their own exclusive domain, they tirelessly temper their own strength, trying to make themselves stronger. Although there are many disputes between them and the demons, and wars and disputes often ignite between the two, when facing the human race created by Nuwa, they also maintain due restraint. They are well aware of Nuwa's status and influence, and will not easily take the initiative to go to the human race's territory to provoke unnecessary incidents, so as not to anger Nuwa, the powerful saint.

In this way, under the silent tacit understanding between various forces, the human race was able to start its thousand-year-long development process in a relatively stable environment. In these long and meaningful years, the human race was like a tenacious seed, from the initial weak existence like a dot, gradually growing and growing, just like the stars in the night sky gradually gathered into a dazzling galaxy. They formed a gathering place of initial scale, which was like a beacon of hope, shining the unique light of the human race in the prehistoric world.

In these gathering places full of vitality and hope, people began to learn to use fire with their wisdom and courage. The jumping flames, like magical spirits, brought warmth and light to the human race. People used fire to bake food, making the originally hard food delicious and providing the necessary energy for their bodies; they used fire to drive away wild beasts, making those ferocious beasts dare not approach easily under the deterrence of the flames, providing a safe guarantee for the survival of the human race. They used the seemingly ordinary but extremely precious stones and wood to build simple but warm houses.

These houses are like solid fortresses, resisting the ruthless invasion of wind and rain, and providing people with a haven where they can rest in peace. They also learned to use simple tools for hunting and gathering, and relied on their own hands and wisdom to obtain the necessary resources for their survival in the mountains and wilderness. Each tool seemed to be a weapon for them to fight against nature, witnessing their growth and progress.

However, just as the human race was developing steadily, like a ship sailing on a calm sea, a mysterious and extremely dangerous crisis, like a storm hidden in the darkness, came quietly and silently.

In the endless and dark void, Kazan, a being full of mysterious power, is like an observer hidden in the darkness, silently watching this vast and fantastic world. Kazan possesses amazing power, which is like an endless abyss, unfathomable. For a long time, he has been searching for a race that can pass on his power. In the endless journey of searching, his eyes are like sharp arrows, and finally he fixed his eyes on the human race.

On a seemingly ordinary day, Kazan appeared silently outside a gathering place of the human race like a ghost walking out of the darkness. In his eyes, which were as deep as the endless abyss, there was a strange and mysterious light flashing. That light seemed to contain countless secrets and conspiracies, as if he was planning a shocking conspiracy that would shake the entire primitive world. As his powerful and mysterious power began to surge slowly, an extremely strange aura, like an invisible venomous snake, began to slowly spread around the gathering place. The aura was full of gloom and terror, which made people shudder.

Kazan found a gathering place for the human race and began to mercilessly release the plague of Kazan to this place. The plague was like an invisible demon, quietly and silently sneaking into people's originally peaceful lives. At first, people did not notice anything unusual, but only vaguely felt that there seemed to be a hint of strange smell in the air. The smell was like a faint smoke, permeating the air, making people feel an inexplicable uneasiness.

But as time passed quietly like flowing water, people infected with the plague began to gradually show extremely strange symptoms. Their right hands, which were originally ordinary, began to undergo shocking changes. A mysterious and powerful force, like a surging tide, began to slowly surge in their right hands. This power seemed to come from another mysterious and distant world, full of unknowns and mysteries. It was able to communicate with ghosts and gods, as if it opened a door to a mysterious world. However, with the emergence of this mysterious power, the infected people fell into a terrible frenzy as if they were possessed by demons. In their eyes, there was a chilling red light flashing, and the light seemed to be a burning flame, full of madness and chaos. They seemed to have lost their minds, and only knew to rely on instinct to madly vent the surging power in their bodies.

Although at this stage, the humans infected with the plague still seem relatively weak in strength, like children who have just learned to walk. But the energy level they possess is extremely high. After all, Kazan is also a powerful existence at the saint level, and the power he bestows naturally contains incomparably powerful power. That power is like a sleeping lion, and once it awakens, it will surely shock the whole world.

When the plague first started to spread, the human race instantly fell into panic. People watched their relatives and friends fall into a terrible frenzy one by one, and their hearts were filled with endless fear and helplessness. They were like children lost in the darkness, desperately trying to find a solution. However, the plague of Kazan seemed to be an unsolvable puzzle, like an insurmountable mountain, and no one could effectively find a solution. The despair, like a dark shadow, shrouded everyone's heart.

Nuwa, as the great creator of the human race, has already sensed the terrible crisis facing the human race with her keen perception. However, she is currently busy with other extremely important matters and cannot rush back immediately. Her heart is filled with worry and concern, but she can only silently pay attention to the fate of the human race from afar.

In the gathering places of the human race, people began to try various methods to fight this terrible plague like warriors groping in the dark. Some brave and fearless people tried to use precious herbs to alleviate the symptoms of the infected. They searched everywhere for various herbs and carefully brewed potions, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

However, the effect was minimal. The plague seemed like a stubborn demon that refused to leave easily. Some people tried to use force to control those who fell into frenzy. They took up weapons and formed a defense line to try to stop the destruction of the frenzy. But in front of the frenzy's incomparable power, their efforts seemed so pale and powerless, like a candle in the wind.

However, as time went by, people gradually discovered that the power brought by the plague was not entirely a bad thing. Some infected people who still had their sanity began to try to control the surging power in their bodies with their tenacious will and firm belief. They were like sailors struggling in a storm, trying to find balance. They found that by constantly practicing and honing their will, they could control this mysterious power that could communicate with ghosts and gods to a certain extent.

In this process, the power of the human race began to gradually gather. Although the plague still spread ruthlessly among the people like a demon, people were no longer in endless panic and helplessness as they were at the beginning. They began to have the confidence and courage to fight the crisis, just like a light in the dark, although weak, it still burned firmly. They began to support each other and face this terrible crisis together.

On the other side, Kazan silently observed the changes of the human race. He originally thought that the plague he carefully planned would completely destroy the human race, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves. But he never expected that the human race would show such tenacious vitality and amazing adaptability. They are like weeds that grow tenaciously in a storm. Although they have experienced hardships, they are still indomitable.

As the human race gradually gained control over the power of the plague, their strength continued to increase. Some people began to use this mysterious power to protect their homes and people. They set up strong defenses around the gathering place, like a solid wall, to prevent other forces from taking advantage of the fire. They used their own strength and wisdom to protect their homes and defend the dignity and honor of the human race.