Rebuilding Terra

After the earth-shaking battle that seemed to change the color of the heavens and the earth, the Wu Clan slowly retreated with exhaustion and unspeakable pain. Gonggong, the warrior of the Wu Clan who was full of pride and strength, stood quietly on the barren land. His tall and strong body, as if made of steel, was trembling slightly at this moment, as if silently telling the waves in his heart. In his deep and fiery eyes, the flames of anger were like a volcano about to erupt, burning wildly, and the flames seemed to break through the sky and burn the whole world to ashes.

His thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, constantly recalling the glorious past of the witch clan. In that distant memory, the scene of the twelve witch ancestors fighting side by side was like a brilliant painting, and every scene was full of power and pride. They stood majestically on the wild land, and their powerful aura seemed to make the whole world tremble. The aura that shocked the wild land seemed to be still vivid in his mind. However, the cruel reality was like a cold frost, ruthlessly beating on his heart. Now, most of the brothers have unfortunately died in the tragic war, leaving only a few of them struggling hard in this broken world. In Gonggong's heart, resentment and anger were like surging tides, constantly impacting his already scarred heart wave after wave.

Under this endless rage that seemed to be able to devour everything, Gonggong seemed to have lost the reins of reason. He looked up to the sky and roared with extreme anger. The roar was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the vast sky like thunder. The voice seemed to have endless power, shaking the entire prehistoric continent violently, as if even the earth was trembling with his anger. Then, he was like a crazy beast, with only endless anger and determination in his heart. He rushed to Buzhou Mountain regardless of everything, the sacred mountain that was like a giant pillar in the prehistoric world. Buzhou Mountain, it has always been like a silent guardian, symbolizing stability and strength, its tall and majestic body seems to be able to support the entire sky.

Gonggong was like a wild bull that had lost its mind. With his powerful force that seemed to be able to destroy everything, he rammed Buzhou Mountain fiercely. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence. There was only a deafening sound that shook the earth, and the sound seemed to be able to penetrate time and space, shocking the entire prehistoric world. Under the impact of Gonggong's powerful force, Buzhou Mountain began to shake violently, and huge cracks appeared on the mountain instantly. The cracks were like hideous wounds, spreading continuously. Then, the cracks spread rapidly all over the mountain like wildly growing vines, and Buzhou Mountain began to collapse. The collapsed rocks fell like meteors and hit the ground.

Buzhou Mountain was broken, and the entire prehistoric world seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. The space, which had already become unstable due to the destruction of the dimensional crack, immediately had a huge and terrifying hole. The hole was like a demon with a bloody mouth and an extremely hideous look, exuding a creepy and terrifying aura. The earth began to tilt, as if the whole world had lost its balance and fell into chaos. The chaotic energy was like a surging and unstoppable tide, madly invading the prehistoric world from the huge hole.

Wherever the chaotic energy went, everything became chaotic, as if the end of the world had come. Flowers, plants, and trees quickly withered and died under the terrible erosion of the chaotic energy, as if the power of life was drained away in an instant. Under the influence of the chaotic energy, the river water quickly dried up, and the riverbed was exposed, as if crying silently. Under the impact of the chaotic energy, the mountain peaks began to collapse, rocks rolled down, and dust was raised all over the sky. The entire prehistoric world fell into chaos and panic, as if the end of the world had come.

When Ezra saw this terrible situation, a trace of worry and anxiety flashed across his deep eyes. He knew clearly that if effective measures were not taken in time, the entire prehistoric world would face a huge danger of destruction. So, he decided without hesitation to release his powerful energy to try to fill the terrible loophole.

Just when he was about to act, Hongjun appeared beside him. Hongjun was the supreme being in the prehistoric world, like a god. His eyes were deep and peaceful, as if they contained endless wisdom and mysterious power. He looked at Azra quietly and said slowly: "This is a disaster in the prehistoric world. Don't worry too much. Someone will come out to repair the sky. Don't rush. We should believe in the power of the prehistoric world and believe in the arrangement of fate."

After listening to Hongjun's words, Azera fell into deep contemplation. He thought carefully and felt that what Hongjun said was indeed reasonable. Although his heart was still full of worries, he decided not to take action for the time being. He began to run around the earth, using his powerful strength to try to protect those weak races and prevent them from being ruthlessly wiped out by the chaotic energy.

In this chaotic world, Nuwa appeared. Nuwa, the beautiful and wise goddess, her graceful figure seemed like a ray of light in the darkness. She possessed magical and powerful power and endless creativity. She quietly looked at the broken sky and the extremely chaotic world, and a strong and irresistible sense of mission surged in her heart.

Nuwa resolutely decided to refine the sky-repairing stone to repair the hole in the sky. She began to look for precious materials needed to refine the sky-repairing stone. She worked tirelessly to collect the five-colored stones, which emitted colorful light, as if they contained the mysterious power between heaven and earth. She also found the holy water, which was clear and mysterious, as if it had the power to heal everything. Then, she used her extremely powerful divine power to carefully refine the sky-repairing stone.

The process of refining the Heaven-Repairing Stone was full of hardships and unimaginable challenges. Nuwa stayed by the stone-refining furnace day and night, not daring to relax for a moment. She constantly poured her strength and efforts into it, as if she had integrated her life into the Heaven-Repairing Stone. The colorful stones in the stone-refining furnace emitted a dazzling light, which was like a bright star, illuminating the whole world. The holy water rolled and boiled in it, as if the power of the whole world gathered here, and every drop of the holy water contained endless vitality and hope.

After a long and arduous time, the Heaven-Repairing Stone was finally successfully refined. The Heaven-Repairing Stone emitted a colorful and gorgeous light, and each ray of light contained an extremely powerful force and vigorous vitality. It seemed to be the hope of the world and the key to saving the prehistoric world.

Nuwa took the sky-repairing stones and flew to the huge hole in the sky. She used her magical power to carefully fill the hole with the sky-repairing stones one by one. As the sky-repairing stones filled the hole, the hole in the sky began to heal slowly. The hole that was originally threatening was like a tamed beast, gradually becoming docile. The chaotic energy was gradually blocked outside and could no longer invade the primitive world.

As Nuwa was repairing the sky, the entire world seemed to be cheering for her. The mountains and rivers seemed to be cheering, the flowers and trees seemed to be singing, and they all seemed to feel Nuwa's strength and determination. Every living being silently prayed for Nuwa in their hearts, hoping that she could successfully repair the sky.

As the last piece of the sky-repairing stone was filled, the sky finally returned to its former tranquility. The huge hole disappeared, as if it had never appeared. The chaotic energy was completely blocked out and could no longer pose any threat to the prehistoric world. The earth gradually regained its balance, and the tilted world became stable again, as if everything was back on track.

However, Nuwa did not stop there. She knew that although the sky had been repaired, the primitive world still needed to be revived. So she began to use her magical power to create various creatures. She gave these creatures life and power, making the entire primitive world full of vitality and vigor again.

Thanks to Nuwa's unremitting efforts, the ancient world gradually recovered from this terrible disaster. Flowers, plants and trees grew again, and the green branches and leaves seemed to announce to the world the tenacity of life. The rivers flowed again, and the clear waters rushed endlessly, as if singing the hymn of life. The creatures also began to multiply and thrive, and the entire ancient world was filled with laughter and vitality again.