Rebuilding Terra

With Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun falling down like the tragic falling of stars, this earth-shattering war between wizards and liches that seemed to shock the heavens and the earth finally came to an end like a grand drama that slowly drew to a close.

The Wu Clan, a powerful race that has been full of wild power since ancient times and has long occupied a vital position in the prehistoric world, suffered unprecedented heavy losses in this extremely tragic war. The twelve ancestor witches, who were once like twelve unshakable mountains in the prehistoric world, are now mostly dead or injured. Some of those once majestic and arrogant ancestor witches fell in a pool of blood, and some disappeared between heaven and earth. The remaining Wu Clan warriors, their bodies that were originally as strong as steel and full of fighting spirit, have now become exhausted and covered with scars.

Their steps were heavy and slow, as if every step was filled with endless fatigue and pain. On the land of the Wu Clan, the traces of war were like hideous scars, and the ruins left by the battle were everywhere. The forest that was once lush and green like a green ocean was burned mercilessly by the flames of war, leaving only charred tree trunks, as if silently accusing the cruelty of war. The river no longer flowed clear, but was dyed a shocking red by blood, like a blood river flowing with sadness. The thick smell of blood and gunpowder in the air, like a heavy haze, enveloped the entire territory of the Wu Clan, making people seem to be able to feel the tragic battle that once happened.

The demon tribe was also badly injured in this war, like a flower destroyed by a storm. Without Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun, two powerful leaders who were like a stabilizing force, the demon tribe seemed to have lost its backbone and became at a loss. The demon warriors' eyes were full of confusion and sadness, and their once firm and confident eyes became dim. Their once gorgeous and majestic armor has now become tattered and full of cracks, as if telling of the ruthlessness of war. The wings that were once majestic and shining have now become dim, as if they have lost their former glory.

The demon clan's territory was filled with a miserable scene. The palace collapsed, and the once majestic and magnificent buildings were now reduced to piles of ruins. Magical weapons were scattered all over the ground, as if they had lost their former spirituality. The former glory seemed to have vanished in an instant in this war. They no longer had the strength to continue fighting, and were left with only exhaustion and confusion about the future.

The warriors of the two tribes bowed their heads helplessly in the face of this cruel nightmare-like reality. They began to prepare to retreat one after another, dragging their exhausted bodies with heavy hearts, slowly leaving the battlefield where they had fought and shed blood. On the battlefield, only the smoke that had not yet completely dissipated was left, like a vague ghost, slowly floating in the air. And the land soaked in blood was like a red ocean, and every drop of blood seemed to be silently telling the cruelty and tragedy of this war. The destroyed weapons and broken flags all lay quietly on the ground, witnessing the cruelty of this war.

At this time, the Chaos Bell, which was suspended in the air, was like a mysterious and bright star, exuding a mysterious and powerful breath that was suffocating. The Chaos Bell seemed to be a mysterious treasure with endless attraction. It was quietly suspended in the air, like a sleeping god. The bell was flashing with strange and gorgeous light, and each ray of light seemed to contain a powerful force that could destroy the world, making people daunted. However, despite its alluring and irresistible charm, no one could easily take it away. It just hung quietly in the air, as if waiting for the arrangement of fate.

At this moment, a strong wave like a storm suddenly appeared in the sky. The six saints, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa, appeared in the sky above the battlefield filled with smoke and sadness like gods descending from heaven. Each of them exuded a suffocating and powerful aura, as if they were gods from ancient times, with endless majesty and mystery.

Laozi, wearing a simple yet full of Taoist robe, seemed to contain endless Taoist principles. His white hair fluttered like dancing snowflakes, and each strand of hair seemed to contain mysterious power. His eyes were deep and peaceful, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world. He held a whisk in his hand, and a light wave of the whisk seemed to stir up the laws of heaven and earth. He stood there quietly, as if everything in the world was under his control, and nothing could escape his deep gaze.

Yuanshi had a dignified face, like a king standing high above. He was wearing a gorgeous robe, which was embroidered with mysterious runes, and each rune exuded a powerful law of power. In his hand, he held a mysterious jade box, which exuded a mysterious light, as if it contained endless mysteries. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could penetrate all illusions.

Tongtian, his figure is as tall as a proud pine tree. There is a sense of arrogance in his eyes, as if nothing in the world can make him surrender. In his hand, he holds a sword with a cold glow. The runes on the sword seem to be beating with mysterious power, and each rune seems to contain a powerful sword energy. He exudes an aura of courage and fearlessness.

Jie Yin has a compassionate face, like a Buddha who saves people from suffering. He wears a golden cassock, which shines with golden light in the sun, as if it contains endless Buddhist teachings. He holds a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and each bead seems to contain endless Buddhist teachings. The power of Buddhist teachings is like warm sunshine, which can soothe the pain in people's hearts.

Zhunti, with sharp eyes, like two swords that can penetrate everything. He was wearing a green robe, which was embroidered with mysterious patterns, and each pattern seemed to contain powerful power. In his hand, he held a seven-treasure tree, and the branches of the tree were shining with mysterious light, and each ray of light seemed to contain endless mysterious power.

Nuwa, beautiful and noble, is like a goddess descended to the world. She is dressed in a colorful dress that sparkles in the sun, as if it contains the vitality of all things in the world. There is a hint of tenderness and determination in her eyes, and she holds a sky-repairing stone in her hand, which emits a mysterious light, as if it can repair all the wounds in the world.

The six saints' eyes were fixed on the Chaos Bell, and their eyes were full of desire and attention for this peerless treasure. They all understood that the Chaos Bell was a peerless treasure, with unimaginable power and immeasurable value. Thus, a fierce and thrilling battle for it broke out instantly.

In the melee, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian first joined forces. Laozi waved the whisk in his hand, and the whisk seemed to turn into countless mysterious laws of power, like a rope, trying to bind the Chaos Bell. Each law of power seemed to contain endless mysteries, making it irresistible. Yuanshi opened the jade box in his hand, and a strong and suffocating suction emanated from it. The suction seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world, trying to suck the Chaos Bell into it. Tongtian waved the sword in his hand and displayed an extremely powerful swordsmanship. Sword Qi rushed towards the Chaos Bell like a dragon, and the sword Qi carried endless sharpness and power, trying to force it into his control.

Jie Yin and Zhunti were not to be outdone, and they worked together to perform Buddhist teachings. The Buddhist beads in Jie Yin's hand began to spin rapidly, emitting golden Buddha light. The Buddha light was like a huge golden net, covering the Chaos Bell. Each Buddha light seemed to contain endless Buddhist power, which could purify everything in the world. Zhunti waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in her hand, and the light on the branches became more dazzling. Mysterious powers stretched out to the Chaos Bell like tentacles, and that power was endlessly mysterious and powerful.

Nuwa participated symbolically. She did not fight with all her might like the other saints, but quietly observed the situation from the side. The Heaven-Repairing Stone in her hand emitted a soft light, which seemed to maintain a certain balance, so that the entire battlefield would not fall into complete chaos.

The power of the six saints intertwined and collided in the sky, making waves of earth-shaking roars. The power of the law, the Dharma, the sword energy, and the mysterious light intertwined with each other, as if the entire sky was about to be torn apart. The collision of the power was like the collision of stars, and each collision caused endless waves. Under the impact of this powerful force, the Chaos Bell began to emit waves of humming, and the humming sound seemed to be the Chaos Bell's protest and struggle. The light on the bell also became more dazzling, as if showing its strength and indomitable spirit.

However, despite the six saints' efforts, using up all their strength and wisdom, the Chaos Bell seemed to have its own will. It struggled in this chaotic power, as if it didn't want to be controlled by anyone. Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the Chaos Bell. Then, the Chaos Bell seemed to break through some kind of restraint and flew away at an unimaginable speed. The speed was so fast that the six saints had no time to react and could only watch it disappear into the sky.

Watching the Chaos Bell disappear into the sky, the six saints were stunned. They showed different expressions on their faces. Some were regretful, as if they had lost an extremely precious treasure; some were contemplating, thinking about the whereabouts of the Chaos Bell and the future situation; some were unwilling to let the Chaos Bell slip away from their hands. But in the end, they all understood that the Chaos Bell had left, and it was meaningless for them to continue fighting for it. So, the six saints dispersed and returned to their own dojo to continue their practice and mission.

With the departure of the six saints, the battlefield has returned to a brief calm. But the changes in the prehistoric world have never stopped, as if a new storm is quietly brewing. New opportunities and challenges may be hidden in every corner, and every race and force is working hard to plan for its own survival and development. A new story is about to be staged in this mysterious and vast prehistoric world, waiting for people to explore and discover...