Rebuilding Terra

When Bakkar's tall and majestic figure just stepped into the ancient and mysterious land of Honghuang, which seemed to be covered by the dust of time, a powerful and invisible force was like a surging tide, covering the sky and the earth in an instant. The force was so strong that it seemed as if the pressure of the whole world was gathered here, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression. It was the suppression of the Honghuang Heavenly Dao. It was like a huge and majestic palm that made people tremble with fear, with an irresistible force, tightly strangling the source of Bakkar's power. It was as if the hand of fate had imposed a heavy restraint on him at this moment.

Bakar clearly felt that his strength was like a bright star falling from the night sky. From the high and mighty Apostle's Heavenly Dao Realm, he suddenly dropped to the peak of the ninth heaven of the Saint at a frightening speed. The loss of strength was like time quietly taking away the glory he once had. However, surprisingly, there was no panic or fear in Bakar's eyes.

In his eyes, which were as deep as the endless abyss, there was a kind of calmness and composure that made people feel at ease. That calmness and composure seemed to be the indestructible foundation deep in his heart, supporting him in facing this sudden change. It was as if he had already anticipated all this in his heart and was fully prepared for it.

He knew that this was the inevitable result of the collision of rules between different worlds. Rules were the cornerstone of the world and the boundary of power. Deep in his heart, he had a firm belief as strong as steel. He firmly believed that as long as he left the land of prehistoric times one day, the once powerful strength would return to him like a returning king. There seemed to be a flame in his heart that would never go out, giving him endless confidence and strength.

At this moment, Bakar was filled with an inexplicable joy. The joy was like a surging tide, constantly stirring in his heart. His mind flashed through the mysterious prophecy he had seen before, like a movie replay. In that prophecy, it was clearly mentioned that he would die in a raging fire. During the long and stormy years in the demon world, the prophecy was like a heavy cloud that made people breathless, always hanging over his heart like a shadow, like an inescapable curse. And now, he finally succeeded in escaping from the demon world and set foot on this new land. In his opinion, he seemed to be a warrior who broke free from the heavy shackles of fate and finally escaped from the shadow of the terrible prophecy temporarily.

However, fate always seems to like to play some inadvertent jokes on people. Bakar accidentally misunderstood a crucial thing. The prophecy only vaguely said that he would die in a blazing fire, but it did not clearly point out at what specific time and where this would happen.

Bakar had always stubbornly believed that the horrible scene in the prophecy would happen in the demon world, and as long as he could successfully escape from that place, he would be able to escape the horrible fate that seemed to follow him like a shadow. However, he did not realize that the wheel of fate might still be turning silently, and that the unknown danger might not really go away, but might be hiding in some unknown corner, quietly waiting for the opportunity to pounce on him again.

As his mood gradually calmed down from the initial excitement, Bakar began to think calmly. His mind, as sharp as the most sophisticated detector, was like a spider web with no gaps, and he began to carefully capture every possible clue. Held's meticulous and chilling plan, like an invisible big net, kept emerging in his mind.

Every detail of the plan seemed to hide endless conspiracies and calculations, which made him feel a deep chill in his heart. He began to doubt whether his difficult escape was part of Held's huge plan? Even in the demon world, were the mysterious prophecies that Luke showed him also a play carefully arranged by Held?

At this moment, Bakar's heart was full of contradictions and entanglements. The contradictions were like two fiercely confronting forces, constantly pulling at his heart. He began to doubt whether Luke was his true friend or an enemy hidden in the darkness. Once, in his heart, Luke was a partner he could fully trust, a mysterious existence who gave him guidance and help in the darkness. But now, everything has become so confusing, as if shrouded in a thick fog. The relationship between them has undergone a subtle change at this moment, as if the bridge that was originally as solid as steel has unknowingly developed a subtle crack.

But Bakar quickly shook his head vigorously, as if to temporarily put these disturbing thoughts out of his mind. He silently told himself in his heart that whether Luke was an enemy or a friend, it was no longer important at this moment. What was important was that he had finally escaped successfully and came to this primitive world full of infinite possibilities. This mysterious land seemed like a brand new stage, waiting for him to write his own legend.

Although Bakal fled to the wilderness as a fugitive, his keen insight soon allowed him to discover the unique advantages he had in this land. At this time, in the wilderness, under his observation, there was only Nuwa, a saint who had just entered the holy realm. Although his strength was suppressed by the heavenly way of the wilderness, he was still firmly at the peak of the ninth heaven of the saint. In the wilderness at this moment, Bakal was undoubtedly the invincible existence, as if he was a king standing at the peak, overlooking everything under his feet.

His tall and majestic figure, which seemed to be able to support the entire sky, stood resolutely on the vast land of Honghuang, like an unshakable majestic mountain, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. Bakar's sharp eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate everything, slowly swept across this vast land that seemed to have no boundaries, and a strong passion like a raging fire surged in his heart.

The passion continued to burn in his heart, making his blood seem to boil. He secretly made a firm decision in his heart that he would create a new world of his own in this land full of mystery and unknown, so as to be fully prepared to defeat Held and completely crush her conspiracy one day in the future.

"Where the dragon is, there is only one king." Bakar whispered in a low voice, as if announcing his determination to the whole world. He began to exert his powerful and frightening strength. He waved his hands slowly, and those hands seemed to contain the power to change the world. As he moved, the power of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to receive some mysterious call and began to surge wildly.

A beam of light as bright as the sun instantly shot out from his hand. The light was like a sharp arrow shot from a bow, shooting towards the earth with an unstoppable momentum. Under the influence of his powerful force, a vast expanse of land began to rise slowly, as if gently held up by an invisible hand. The scene was so shocking, as if the world was witnessing the birth of a miracle.

This piece of land slowly rising into the sky exudes a mysterious atmosphere that makes people want to explore. Bakar stared at it quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. A strong sense of accomplishment surged in his heart. He seemed to see a brand new world gradually taking shape in his hands. He named this piece of land Heaven without hesitation, as if he wanted to build a glorious kingdom of his own here, a solid fortress that would allow him to rise again.