Rebuilding Terra

In the vast, mysterious and unpredictable world, time flows slowly and quietly like a long river that is silent but surging. The endless chaotic air is like a misty veil, spreading slowly between heaven and earth, like a mysterious and heavy veil, covering up countless unknown mysteries. The chaotic air seems to contain endless power and mysterious laws, as if silently telling the ancient and profound story of the world.

Laozi, the great man with endless mystery and great power, is like a lonely traveler, traveling alone in the vast wilderness. His figure is like an illusory and ethereal phantom, lightly shuttling between the towering mountains and rivers, passing over the rushing rivers, and wandering in the uninhabited wilderness and jungle.

He was wearing a simple yet ancient Taoist robe that fluttered gently in the breeze, as if blending into the world. His long black hair fluttered gently in the wind, as if dancing with the wind. His eyes revealed a deep wisdom, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world, and an endless tranquility, like a deep pool without ripples, which made people involuntarily feel awe.

One day, Laozi's seemingly careless footsteps quietly came to the ancestral land of the human race. This land full of primitive breath is full of vigorous vitality. The people of the human race are like hardworking ants, working hard here, reproducing generation after generation. Although their strength seems so weak in this primitive world, like a weak candlelight in the wind, their hearts are full of endless enthusiasm for life and beautiful hopes for the future. Those rough hands and those firm steps are silently interpreting their persistence and love for life.

In this ancestral land of the human race, Laozi's star-like deep eyes were inadvertently attracted by a young human named Xuandu. Laozi stood quietly by, silently observing Xuandu, thinking secretly in his heart. His wise brain was working rapidly, thinking about the potential and future of this young man. He knew that the matter of accepting a disciple should not be rushed, and must be strictly tested. So, Laozi quietly laid a series of mysterious and challenging tests in Xuandu's life.

These tests were like traps hidden in the dark, or like reefs in the turbulent waves, silent but full of danger. Xuandu unknowingly stepped into the test carefully arranged by Laozi.

One day, Xuandu went to the mountains to collect wild fruits with a simple bag on his back as usual. When he walked into the deep and mysterious forest with a firm step, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds without any warning. The dark clouds rolled in quickly like surging waves, instantly blocking the bright sunlight. The strong wind was like an angry beast, roaring wantonly and rushing through the forest. Lightning flashed wildly in the sky like silver snakes, and the dazzling light and deafening thunder seemed as if the end of the world was coming.

Xuandu was startled, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. But he was not frightened by this sudden change. He quickly adjusted his mentality and tried to keep himself calm. His firm eyes were fixed on the changes around him, and his hands were tightly holding the tool for collecting wild fruits. The tool seemed to have become his only support at this time.

At this moment, a huge beast rushed out from the depths of the forest like a ghost. The beast was as big as a mountain, its eyes were red like fire, and it exuded a terrifying aura that made people shudder. It pounced on Xuan Du with its fangs and claws bared. Its sharp claws and teeth flashed coldly under the illumination of lightning, as if it wanted to swallow Xuan Du in one gulp and make him its food.

Xuandu took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner tension. He quickly thought of a countermeasure, holding a rough wooden stick tightly in his hand, ready to fight a life-and-death battle with the beast. At the moment when the beast pounced, Xuandu, relying on his agility and sharp reaction, flexibly dodged and cleverly avoided the beast's fierce attack. Then, he seized the opportunity and used all his strength to hit the beast hard with the wooden stick.

The beast was enraged, roaring angrily and attacking Xuandu even more frantically. But Xuandu was not afraid. He fought with the beast in the forest with his strong will and the agility he had honed in his hard life. After a fierce fight, Xuandu finally found the beast's weakness with his wisdom and courage. He seized the opportunity and defeated the beast in one fell swoop.

When Xuandu dragged his exhausted body out of the forest, he didn't know that all this was a test from Laozi. Laozi was secretly observing his every move and was quite satisfied with Xuandu's performance in this test.

Laozi watched Xuandu's outstanding performance in these tests, and he became more and more convinced that he was a promising talent. So, on a quiet and peaceful night, with moonlight shining on the earth like water, Laozi's mysterious figure quietly appeared in front of Xuandu.

Xuandu looked at the mysterious old man in front of him, his heart filled with surprise and awe. He had never seen such an extraordinary and mysterious person. Laozi smiled slightly, and that smile was like warm sunshine, instantly dispelling the tension and uneasiness in Xuandu's heart. He slowly said to Xuandu: "You have passed my test, and I have decided to accept you as my apprentice."

Xuan Du was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears. But soon, he came to his senses, immediately knelt on the ground, and said excitedly: "Disciple greets Master, and will definitely follow Master's teachings and practice hard." His voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he was making a solemn oath to Laozi.

From then on, Xuandu began a difficult and challenging journey of cultivation with Laozi. Laozi imparted his lifelong Tao and Fa to Xuandu without reservation, like a wise guide, leading him to comprehend the mysterious and profound secrets between heaven and earth, and helping him to continuously improve his strength.

As time went by, a strange and strong feeling gradually surged in Laozi's heart. He seemed to hear the gentle call between heaven and earth, and felt that his chance to become a saint was coming. He knew that this was a crucial moment that would determine his position in the prehistoric world and his future path.

So, Laozi began to plan carefully. His deep eyes sparkled with wisdom, and his brain was thinking rapidly. He thought about how to use this rare opportunity to achieve his own breakthrough and embark on the sacred path of sainthood. After careful consideration, he finally decided to establish the human religion.

On a sunny, cloudless day, Lao Tzu stood on the top of a mountain that towered into the clouds. His figure looked particularly majestic under the sunlight, like an unshakable mountain. He looked down at the vibrant human ancestral land below, and a strong sense of mission surged in his heart.

His voice, as loud as a bell, resounded between heaven and earth: "Today, I, Laozi, establish the Human Religion here and swear to educate the human race and lead them onto the path of light and wisdom." His voice seemed to possess infinite power, echoing between the mountains and rivers for a long time.

As he swore, a mysterious and powerful force quietly surged between heaven and earth. The spiritual energy in the prehistoric world seemed to have received some mysterious call, and gathered towards Laozi like a tide. The spiritual energy formed a huge vortex around Laozi, as if cheering for his great cause.

Laozi's efforts in teaching people finally paid off. As time passed, his understanding of Tao became deeper and deeper, just like gradually finding the direction of light in the darkness. The power in his body also gradually awakened like a sleeping lion, constantly increasing, as if there was no end.

Finally, on a mysterious and quiet night, a colorful glow suddenly appeared in the sky. The glow was like a gorgeous rainbow, spanning the sky and illuminating the entire primitive world. The stars also seemed to be inspired by something, shining brightly. A powerful holy power emanated from Laozi's body like a surging tide, shaking the heaven and earth and making all things tremble.

He succeeded in attaining sainthood. At that moment, the entire prehistoric world was shaken. People seemed to feel a shock from the depths of their souls. They stopped what they were doing and worshipped in the direction of Laozi. Laozi stood in the clouds, like a sacred king. His eyes revealed endless wisdom and majesty, as if he could see through everything in the world. His figure, set against the colorful rays of light and the light of the stars, looked particularly sacred and solemn.