Rebuilding Terra

Yuanshi Tianzun, his snow-white Taoist robe fluttered gently in the wind, like a lively cloud. His long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seemed to contain mysterious power. He stood on the top of the misty fairy mountain, looking deeply into the endless chaos in the distance. In that chaos, it seemed that countless unknown secrets and possibilities were hidden. His thoughts were like flying snowflakes, intertwined. He knew that in this magnificent prehistoric world, he could not just stay on the sidelines, but must bravely take a step forward to create his own path.

On a day when the sun was particularly bright, the sun seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, penetrate the layers of clouds and mist, and cast thousands of rays of light, like golden silk threads weaving into a gorgeous picture. On this day, Yuanshi Tianzun's determination was like a burning flame, becoming more and more firm. He took a deep breath, and the breath seemed to blend into the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Then he made his oath in a loud voice like a big bell, echoing between heaven and earth: "Today, I, Yuanshi, swear to establish the Chan Sect. I will preach to those who have talents and lead them to the path of the holy way." His voice seemed to have magical power, echoing between mountains and rivers, floating on rivers, and spreading to every corner.

As he swore, a mysterious string seemed to be touched between heaven and earth. A mysterious force began to surge slowly, seemingly there and not there, as if it was the response of heaven and earth. The way of heaven seemed to have heard his oath. Above the endless sky, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes watching silently, and began to make deep considerations on his determination. Those gifted people, their hearts seemed to be gently touched by an invisible hand, and a mysterious call sounded quietly in their hearts. They all raised their heads and cast their eyes on Yuanshi Tianzun, their eyes were full of expectation and desire.

Yuanshi Tianzun began his journey of carefully selecting disciples. He was like a wise treasure hunter, walking among the vast mountains and rivers of the prehistoric world. His steps were light and firm, and every step seemed to carry expectations for the future. His eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, carefully searching for those creatures that exuded unique talents. Every creature he chose seemed to be a lucky person favored by fate. When they were chosen by Yuanshi Tianzun, a strong sense of mission surged in their hearts, as if they were shouldering some kind of sacred mission.

On another mysterious fairy island, Master Tongtian was also in deep thought. The fairy island was like a bright pearl, floating above the vast ocean. Master Tongtian was wearing a green Taoist robe, which fluttered in the sea breeze, as if it had merged with the waves of the sea. His long hair danced in the wind, like a leaping flame. His eyes were full of ambition, as if he could conquer the whole world. Watching his brothers embark on the path of establishing a religion and becoming a saint, the fire in his heart was completely ignited, and that fire burned his determination and courage.

Tongtian stood on the highest peak of the fairy island, which seemed to reach the sky. He looked down at the turbulent sea below, the waves rolling and rushing, as if telling an endless story. He took a deep breath and then swore loudly: "I, Tongtian, established Jiejiao today. I swear here that my Jiejiao will teach everyone, regardless of race or origin. As long as you have a heart for the Tao, you can join my Jiejiao." His voice exploded like thunder over the sea, and the sound passed through the layers of waves and spread throughout the prehistoric world. Every living being in every corner seemed to hear this shocking oath.

When those creatures who were rejected by other sects heard the oath of Master Tongtian, a flame of hope surged in their hearts. They flocked to Jiejiao one after another, like an unstoppable tide. For a time, the Jiejiao's dojo became lively and full of vitality. There were strange monsters here, who exuded a unique monster aura, but with a desire for Taoism; there were human monks with immortal style, who had a firm gaze and pursued a higher realm; there were also some mysterious elves, who were light and graceful, like dancing elves. Master Tongtian accepted them with a broad mind, like a loving father. He began to teach them Taoism and immortal arts, and every creature started his own path of cultivation under his teachings.

With the unremitting efforts of Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu, the way of heaven finally responded. A sacred light, like the Milky Way descending from the sky, enveloped them with endless mysterious power. At that moment, the holy power spread, like a surging tide, sweeping across the entire prehistoric world. Mountains and rivers trembled, and rivers boiled. Every living being in the prehistoric world felt this powerful force and was shaken by it.

In the far western world, there is a desolate and mysterious land. Zhunti Taoist and Jieyin Taoist stand quietly on this land. Zhunti Taoist wears a golden robe, which shines brightly in the sun, as if woven from golden sunlight. He holds the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, which emits a mysterious light, and each of the gems seems to contain endless power. His eyes flash with a firm light, as if they can penetrate all the fog. Jieyin Taoist wears a white cassock, which is as white as snow, like a pure cloud. He holds the twelve-grade golden lotus, which emits a soft light, as if it can heal all pain. His face is compassionate and solemn, as if he is a saint who protects all living beings.

They looked at the ever-changing primitive world in the east, their eyes full of envy and determination. They knew that they had to take action. So, they stood on that barren land and began to swear to the Heaven to establish the Western Religion. Their voices were full of piety and desire, as if calling for a sacred mission: "Heaven is above, we swear to establish the Western Religion today, and we are willing to bring welfare to the creatures of the primitive world and lead them to the holy path."

However, at first, Heaven did not respond. A trace of anxiety surged in their hearts, but they did not give up. They knew that their determination could not be shaken. They recalled the great destruction suffered by the Western world in the battle between Taoism and Demonism. The scene of the collapse of the world and the tragic scene of the suffering of all living beings were like a heavy stone pressing on their hearts. They swore to Heaven again: "We will take over the collapsed West and be responsible for rebuilding this broken Western world and restoring its vitality and prosperity." Their voices were firm and powerful, full of determination and faith.

Finally, the Heavenly Dao was moved by their determination. A brilliant light, like the dawn, descended upon them. The light carried divine power, and the holy might spread across the Western world. Every corner seemed to be baptized by this power, and glowed with new vitality.

Since then, all the powerful people who possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi have become saints. The pattern of the prehistoric world has undergone tremendous changes. The originally chaotic world seems to have been injected with new order and power. Various sects are like bright stars, shining their own unique light in the prehistoric world. They compete with each other, influence each other, and jointly push the prehistoric world towards a new future.