Rebuilding Terra

The mist-shrouded heaven was like a mysterious castle suspended in the clouds, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of majesty. Held and Azra were like two silent phantoms. With their extraordinary power and exquisite concealment skills, the seemingly advanced technology of the heavens was completely ineffective in front of them, and they could not detect that they had stepped into this mysterious realm.

They shuttled lightly between the palaces, like a gentle breeze, and came to the sleeping princess silently. Azra stared at the princess quietly, his eyes were deep and focused, as if he could penetrate the layers of fog and see the essence of things. He frowned slightly, carefully observing every subtle change of the princess. After a moment, he slowly said: "This is a black nightmare, a means of taking the energy of others to replenish oneself, usually produced by you apostles." His voice was low and powerful, like a heavy bell ringing in the silent night sky, echoing in the room.

A trace of astonishment and contemplation flashed across Held's beautiful and mysterious eyes. She leaned forward slightly and carefully checked the princess's condition again. Her eyes were full of doubts and puzzlement. Then she stood up straight and said with a hint of disbelief: "Did something happen that I don't know about? Are there other apostles who are also planning the flood?" Countless questions and speculations surged in her heart, as if huge rocks were thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Ezra's gaze still stayed on the princess, and he continued, "The black nightmare not only steals energy, but is also highly contagious and has a long incubation period. If nothing unexpected happens, many people in heaven have been infected." His words were like stones thrown into a lake, making Held's heart even heavier.

At this moment, the princess who had been sleeping quietly suddenly moved. Her body trembled slightly, and then she suddenly opened her eyes, with a strange light flashing in her eyes. Without any warning, the princess suddenly jumped up and launched a fierce attack on Held and Ezra. Held and Ezra reacted instantly, and they dodged the princess's attack. When they looked at the princess again, they saw that her eyes were full of darkness and madness. They immediately understood that the princess was still controlled by the black nightmare.

Held's brows were furrowed, and her eyes revealed a trace of solemnity: "It seems that the apostle behind this has big plans." There was deep worry in her voice, as if she had foreseen the coming storm.

Azra pondered for a moment, then said: "Forget it, I won't interfere in the fight between your apostles. I'd better continue to look for fragments." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice. After all, his main task was to find fragments of cosmic consciousness, and he didn't want to get too involved in the disputes between apostles.

Held also nodded and said, "Yes, the current task is to help you find the fragments." She knew very well that in this chaotic situation, finding the fragments might play a vital role in stabilizing the situation.

The sight returned to the original prehistoric world, which was experiencing an unprecedented crisis at the moment. Hongjun and Held stood side by side in front of the huge dimensional crack. Their figures were like two towering mountains, giving people a calm and powerful feeling.

Hongjun was wearing a simple Taoist robe with mysterious runes flashing on it. His eyes were deep and solemn, staring closely at the shocking dimensional crack. The magic weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and mysterious power continued to flow out and injected into the crack, trying to stabilize the space-time channel that was about to collapse.

Held was wearing a gorgeous magic robe, and the magic patterns on the robe were like dancing flames, exuding a powerful magic aura. Her beautiful and mysterious eyes flashed with a determined light, and as her hands danced, the powerful magic power surged towards the dimensional crack like a surging tide, intertwining with Hongjun's power, and together they maintained this fragile balance.

They were so absorbed in the work of consolidating the dimensional crack that they did not notice a strange black gas quietly emerging from the crack. The black gas was like a cunning venomous snake, spreading silently and carrying a frightening evil aura.

This black gas is exactly the black nightmare found in the mirror world. It seems to have its own consciousness, slowly floating in the primitive world, looking for a target to erode.

At this time, the prehistoric world was already in chaos due to the various crises that had occurred before. Mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers flowed backwards, and creatures fled everywhere, looking for a place to take refuge. In this chaotic situation, the invasion of the black nightmare made the situation even worse.

Those creatures that were unfortunately infected by the black nightmare fell into a deep sleep at first, as if they were pulled into endless darkness by some mysterious force. They lay quietly on the ground without a sound, like bodies without souls.

However, when they woke up again, they seemed to have become another person. Their eyes were full of madness and confusion, and they had lost their original reason and emotions. They began to attack everything around them frantically, whether it was their own kind or other creatures, they all became their targets.

In an ancient valley, a group of originally kind and docile monsters were unfortunately infected by the black nightmare. Their originally peaceful habitat instantly turned into a bloody battlefield. The monsters roared and bit each other, and their painful and crazy roars echoed in the valley.

In a prosperous town, people began to fall into the fear of a black nightmare. Those residents who once lived in harmony now attacked each other like enemies. The streets were full of broken objects and flowing blood. The once bustling town turned into a living hell.

As the black nightmare continued to spread, the primitive world became more chaotic. Order was completely broken, and fear and despair enveloped every corner.

At the same time, an apostle in the demon world also sensed the abnormal energy fluctuations from the black nightmare. He sat quietly in his palace, surrounded by the dark magic atmosphere. He frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt surged in his heart: "Huh? Why is there so much more energy from the black nightmare? Forget it, the sooner the energy is restored, the sooner I can fight Held." A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he immersed himself in his own practice again, temporarily choosing to turn a blind eye to the chaos of the prehistoric world.