Rebuilding Terra

Bakar's tall and majestic figure is like a lone traveler, constantly shuttling between the vast and fantastic mountains and rivers of the wild. His torch-like eyes are like two sharp swords that can penetrate all the fog, carefully and attentively observing every corner of this mysterious land. Every valley, every stream, every mountain peak is under his scrutiny, as if no secret can escape his sharp eyes.

During this long journey, he saw many different races. Each race is like a unique treasure, containing its own unique culture and amazing power. Some races are tall and powerful, and can split mountains and rocks with pure physical strength; some races are small and flexible, and are good at using agility and unique skills to survive in complex environments; and some races have a mysterious heritage, and their culture is ancient and profound.

However, what Bakar found regrettable was that most of these races relied too much on mana and spells to survive and fight. In Bakar's deep eyes, these powers were basically the same as the magic he was familiar with.

Bakar knew that it was impossible to break through Held's elaborate conspiracy net, which was like a dragnet, by relying solely on this kind of homologous power. Held's conspiracy was like a huge trap hidden in the dark, ready to swallow everything at any time. He knew that he had to find a new and unprecedented power, a power that could break the routine and subvert traditional cognition like thunder. Only with such power could he fight against Held's terrible and sinister conspiracy in the future battle full of crises and challenges.

During the long and seemingly endless journey, Bakar's steps were like a clock that never stopped, firm and persistent. He climbed over one mountain after another that seemed to pierce the sky. Some of those peaks were steep and precipitous, like a sword piercing the sky; some were shrouded in mist, as mysterious as a fairyland. Every time he climbed a mountain, he could feel the majesty and power of nature. He also crossed one river after another that was surging and majestic. Some of those rivers had turbulent waters, making deafening roars, as if telling ancient stories; some had gentle waters, like a blue ribbon, flowing quietly on the earth. However, despite all the hardships and dangers he experienced, he still did not find the ideal race in his heart.

Until one day, the gears of fate turned quietly. Bakar traveled to a territory of newly created humans. When he stepped into this land full of vitality with his steady footsteps, a new and unprecedented feeling came over him like a surging tide. The humans here are like young shoots that have just broken through the ground, exuding vigorous vitality and endless energy. They seem to have infinite potential, just waiting for the right time to be stimulated. But at the same time, they are also a little ignorant and fragile, as if they are a group of children who have not yet experienced the baptism of wind and rain, and are still full of unknowns and confusion about the world.

These humans have not yet been exposed to the mysteries of cultivation. They are like a spotless canvas, quietly waiting to be painted with colorful colors. Their clear eyes are full of curiosity about the world and a desire to explore. Every look is like a small flame, burning with passion for the unknown. Their hearts have not yet been tainted by those powerful magic powers and spells, and are as pure as morning dew. In Bakar's view, they are like a piece of uncultivated fertile land, containing endless possibilities.

Bakar's heart was filled with an irrepressible surprise, which was like a sudden burst of fireworks, instantly illuminating his heart. He seemed to see a seed full of hope, quietly taking root and sprouting in this land. "What a good seedling! It has not yet come into contact with magic, but it still has unlimited creativity." Bakar sighed in his heart. He seemed to see the infinite possibilities of the future, and saw the scene of these humans growing into a powerful force under his guidance.

So, without the slightest hesitation, Bakar immediately made a major decision. That was to move these humans to the heaven he had carefully created. He had a firm belief in his heart, that is, to use his wisdom and strength to carefully cultivate them in the heaven. He wanted these humans to form a brand new civilization, a civilization that did not rely on magic at all. Deep in his heart, Bakar firmly believed that only such a unique civilization could successfully fight against Held's terrible conspiracy in the future battle full of crises.

With this decision, Bakar no longer hesitated. He began to exert his extremely powerful magic power, preparing to transfer these humans to the heaven. He slowly raised his hands, and those hands seemed to contain the power of the entire universe. As his hands danced, the air around him seemed to be pulled by his powerful power and began to surge wildly. A huge vortex gradually formed, and the vortex emitted a mysterious light, as if it was a portal to another world.

However, at this critical moment, a powerful and frightening power fluctuation suddenly came like a thunder. Bakar immediately became alert, and his expression, which was originally focused on casting the spell, instantly became cold and serious. He stopped what he was doing and looked in the direction of the power fluctuation with his eyes like lightning.

Nuwa appeared in the territory of the human race as fast as lightning. Nuwa's eyes were full of anger and vigilance, like two burning flames. She stared at Bakar and asked loudly: "This is the race I created, what do you want to do?" Her voice was full of majesty and questioning, like a mother protecting her child.

Bakar looked at the saint who suddenly appeared in front of him, and his heart shuddered slightly. Although Nuwa, the saint, had just broken through to the saint realm, she was a saint born and raised in the prehistoric world after all, and had the power of the rules of this world as a strong backing. And no matter how powerful he was, he was just an intruder from the outside world. Nuwa could rely on the rules of this world to be resurrected by the way of heaven at a critical moment, which was equivalent to her being in an innately invincible advantage.

Bakar knew that although Nuwa's current strength could not pose a real threat to him, for long-term considerations, it would be better not to make enemies with her. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his somewhat agitated emotions. Then, he slowly said: "I just want to take away some humans, and I will help you train them. I promise you that I will leave you half of the humans and will never interfere with their natural growth. Of course, I will do my best to protect the people I take away. If anyone wants to break into the heaven and disrupt the human race I protect, I will definitely not show mercy. You should be able to feel my strength. I have the ability to do everything I promise."

Nuwa fell into deep thought after hearing what Bakar said. Her bright eyes scanned back and forth between Bakar and the human race, and she began to carefully weigh the pros and cons in her mind. She knew that Bakar was powerful, and his words did make sense. If Bakar could really cultivate some humans with his heart, it might not be a bad thing for the future development of the human race.

After a long and thoughtful thought, Nuwa finally made a decision. She looked at Bakar again and said seriously: "You'd better keep your word and never hurt these human beings." After that, Nuwa turned and left. Her figure was like a light cloud, gradually disappearing in the distance.

Bakar watched Nuwa leave and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had successfully avoided an unnecessary conflict. This was a very important achievement for him.

Afterwards, Bakar kept his promise and left half of the human race in the wild land. He quietly looked at the remaining human race and silently blessed them in his heart, hoping that they could thrive in this land full of mystery and challenges and create their own future.

Bakar and the remaining people returned to the heaven he created, where he wanted to create a civilization without magic.