Rebuilding Terra

After a long and arduous journey of collecting fragments, Azra seemed to be reborn, and amazing changes took place in her.

Azera stood quietly on the top of an ancient and vicissitudes of life mountain. The mountain seemed to be a witness to the precipitation of time and had experienced countless wind and rain. The whistling mountain wind was like an exciting movement, blowing past him wantonly, lifting his hair high, as if dancing with the wind. He exuded a powerful and mysterious aura, which was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, mysterious and palpitating. This aura came from the power of the fragments of the universe's will. These fragments seemed to be keys that opened the door to the hidden power in his body. At this time, because he had absorbed many mysterious fragments, he had reached the strength of an apostle, like a bright star, shining with a unique light in this fantasy world.

Held stood quietly not far away, like a beautiful sculpture. Her beautiful and deep eyes, like two dazzling gems, stared at Ezra closely, as if she could see through him. With her keen perception like a falcon, she clearly realized that although the energy in Ezra was extremely powerful, it was like a ship in the turbulent waves, swaying and full of unstable factors.

So, Held's crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly frowned, and a trace of worry appeared on her face. She opened her red lips and suggested: "Azra, you must completely absorb these fragments, because only in this way can these powerful energies truly become a part of your body and be used by you. Why don't you completely absorb these fragments to consolidate your cultivation? This is crucial to you." Her voice was crisp and firm, like a silver bell echoing in the wind, and every note was full of concern and sincerity.

Ezra turned around slowly after hearing Held's words. His eyes were deep and complex, as if they contained endless secrets, like a bottomless pool. He shook his head slightly, with a hint of determination and persistence. He slowly said, "I have my own uses for these energies. Now is not the time to absorb them completely." His voice was steady and powerful, like a towering mountain, with an unquestionable firmness that made people convinced.

Held narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Her heart seemed to be filled with fog and confusion. She continued to ask: "Such a powerful energy is enough for you to reach the same level as me, or even surpass me. In this fantasy world, the strength of the apostle level is the dream of countless people. It is the power of standing at the top. But why do you seem to be not so enthusiastic about the promotion to an apostle? Is there anything more important than your promotion to an apostle?" Her heart was full of curiosity. In her opinion, the strength of the apostle level represents supreme glory and power, but Ezra's attitude made her feel very confused.

Ezra took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the air in the world. He raised his head and looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds in the distance. The sea of ​​clouds was like rolling waves, unpredictable. He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about some important problem. Then, he slowly said: "Helder, I want to sincerely thank you for your help this time. I think I have collected enough fragments now, and I will leave here soon. I am really happy to have your help on this journey." There was a hint of gratitude in his voice, and that gratitude was like warm sunshine, but also with a hint of melancholy, as if he was reluctant to leave.

When Held heard the word "leave", a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and that surprise was like a meteor across the night sky, instantly illuminating her eyes. She asked with a hint of doubt: "Leave? Where are you going? Are you going to wander around in the universe like before?" An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, and that emotion seemed to be the reluctance to part, like a strand of silk thread, entwined in her heart.

Ezra looked at Held's questioning eyes, and his heart moved slightly. He pondered for a moment and felt that it was indeed time to tell Held the truth. So he took a deep breath, as if to give himself courage. He slowly said, "Held, I actually come from another time and space." His voice floated in the wind, as if carrying a mysterious power that traveled through time and space, and every word seemed to carry the traces of time and a mysterious atmosphere.

Held was slightly stunned, with a flash of shock in her eyes, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. But soon, she regained her composure with her strong heart. She looked at Ezra quietly, her eyes full of expectation, waiting for him to continue and unveil the mysterious veil.

Azra continued, "My purpose in coming here is to recycle the fragments of the will of the universe, because I want to use these fragments to repair my original world. In that world, there are also countless lives and stories, and the people there are also waiting for the arrival of hope. I have my own mission and responsibility, and I must go back to complete it." His eyes were full of determination and persistence, and that determination was as unshakable as steel, as if no matter how great the difficulties were, he would not give up his goals and would move forward courageously.

Held listened to Ezra's story quietly, with a complex emotion in her heart. Her heart seemed to be filled with various colors, intertwined together. She didn't expect Ezra to have such a special life experience and mission, which made her admire Ezra even more. But she was a strong person who had experienced countless hardships after all, and she quickly adjusted her emotions and accepted this matter. She nodded slightly and said, "I see. Since this is your mission, I respect your choice. I believe you can complete your mission."

Ezra looked at Held with gratitude, and a warm current surged in his heart, which was like a gurgling stream, nourishing his heart. He knew that Held's understanding and support were very important to him, and were a strong driving force for him to move forward.

Azera was ready to leave. He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and mobilized all his strength. With the powerful cultivation he had temporarily acquired, he waved his hand vigorously and forcibly opened the crack that he had passed through when he came to this world.

Ezra turned to look at Held, a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but more of it was determination and resolve. "Goodbye, Held," he said softly.

Held nodded slightly. She understood Ezra's decision and knew that this farewell might mean a farewell forever. But she believed that Ezra would find her own path.

Azra took one last look at the world around him, then resolutely walked into the dimensional crack. The light in the crack instantly swallowed him up, and he disappeared into this world.

In the crack, Azra felt a strong distortion and pressure of time and space. He gritted his teeth, resisted the force with all his strength, and kept moving forward. Finally, after a long and difficult journey, he returned to the original broken primitive world.

When Ezra stepped out of the crack, he felt a familiar breath coming towards him. The scene before him shocked him, this was where he once lived. Although the world was broken, he could still feel the familiarity.