Rebuilding Terra

The news of the victory of the Celestial Realm over Direji was like a violent storm, sweeping across every corner at an astonishing speed, as if to deeply imprint this shocking news in every corner of the world. Azra sat quietly in her quiet room, like a sculpture in meditation. When this news reached her ears like thunder, a trace of uncontrollable doubt suddenly surged in her heart. She had dealt with Direji before, and had a very deep understanding of Direji's unfathomable power. She also knew that there was a mysterious and subtle connection between the apostles. Can Direji be killed by relying solely on the power of the Celestial Realm? This seemed to be a puzzle that could not be easily believed in her heart. She could not convince herself to believe such a seemingly absurd result.

Therefore, in order to resolve the doubts in her heart, Azra resolutely embarked on a journey of inquiring from many parties. She was like a detective who was persistently pursuing clues in the dark, not letting go of any possible clues. She made full use of the connections and rich resources she had accumulated over the years, like casting an invisible net. The news was like those faint threads, slowly gathering into her wise hands bit by bit. After a long pursuit and exploration, she finally learned that Di Ruiji died in the mysterious dimensional crack and was ruthlessly torn apart by the powerful force that seemed to come from the endless abyss. Azra's heart was like a huge stone thrown into it, and she instantly fell into deep doubts.

Azera knew that there was a special and mysterious rule among the apostles. They could hardly kill each other, as if there was an invisible force restraining them. So, could Held's dimensional rift really kill Di Ruiji so easily? If it really had such a powerful force, with Held's unfathomable ability and endless means, why didn't she kill Di Ruiji earlier? There must be a deeper secret hidden in it, like a mysterious treasure shrouded in layers of fog, waiting to be revealed.

Was Direji's death caused by the seemingly powerful attack from the heavens, or by the dimensional rift filled with mysterious power? Azera's mind was like a rapidly spinning storm, constantly thinking about these puzzling questions. If it was because of the dimensional rift, then Direji might not really be dead. After all, the vitality of the apostle and the mysterious and powerful power were unimaginable to ordinary people. And if I could think of this, a smart and mysterious being like Held must have been able to think of it too. So, what was the reason for Held to do this? All of this seemed like a mess, making it difficult to sort out the clues.

Everything was so confusing, and Ezra felt as if she was in a huge and complex mystery. Various possibilities were like countless intertwined threads, constantly colliding and interweaving in her mind, making her fall into deep confusion. But she knew in her heart that behind this seemingly complex appearance, there must be a huge and dangerous conspiracy, like a beast hidden in the dark, which could pounce at any time.

However, despite her endless doubts, Ezra wisely decided not to delve into it for the time being. She would take things one step at a time. She knew that in this fantasy world, being too eager for quick success would often bring greater dangers and unpredictable consequences. Perhaps as time went by, more clues would gradually appear before her eyes like pearls floating on the water.

At the same time, the news of the victory of the Heaven Realm over Di Ruiji spread quickly throughout the vast prehistoric world like wings. After hearing the news, the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan, two ancient and powerful races, also began to look at the Heaven Realm with new eyes. A trace of shock surged in their hearts that had experienced years of precipitation. They realized that the power of the Heaven Realm seemed to be much stronger than they had imagined before, as if a mysterious mountain that was originally underestimated suddenly revealed its amazing height.

Ezra did not choose to expose Held's lies, but chose to quietly conceal the news that Di Ruiji might still be alive. She knew very well that now was not the best time to reveal this secret. Revealing this secret to the public too early would likely cause greater chaos and unpredictable crises.

In the witch clan’s territory filled with an ancient atmosphere, the witch ancestors sat together with solemn expressions and began to seriously discuss this shocking news.

"The Heaven Realm was able to defeat Di Ruiji. There must be something fishy about this." An ancestor witch slightly frowned his brows, which were as deep as mountains and rivers, and his tone was full of doubt and vigilance.

"Perhaps they have been hiding some unknown powerful power." Another ancestor witch responded, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

They decided to strengthen their vigilance against the heavens, as if setting up an invisible cordon. At the same time, they also sent out some well-trained spies to try to quietly obtain more information about the heavens, as if they were cautiously exploring an unknown area in the dark.

The same was true for the demon tribe. The leaders of the demon tribe gathered together with serious expressions, their eyes full of worry and analysis of the situation.

"The rise of the heavens is likely to disrupt the existing balance, and we must be fully prepared to deal with it." The great elder of the demon clan had a serious expression, and his voice was steady and powerful, as if he was ringing a warning bell.

In the heaven, the princess was also quietly thinking about the far-reaching impact of this victory in the magnificent palace. She knew in her heart that although this victory made the heaven famous, like the gorgeous fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the night sky, it might also bring more unknown challenges and potential crises, like the undercurrents surging under the calm lake.

As for Ezra, she continued to observe the development of all this silently. She was like an observer hiding in the darkness, calm and sharp. She knew very well that under this seemingly calm surface, undercurrents were surging and dangers were lurking everywhere. A bigger storm might be brewing quietly.