Rebuilding Terra

Nuwa, the beautiful and wise goddess who seemed to have walked out of a dream scroll, finally succeeded in repairing the hole in the sky with the magical sky-repairing stone after going through countless hardships, as if she had gone through endless storms and tribulations. At this moment, she was quietly suspended in the air, like an ethereal cloud. Her graceful figure swayed gently in the breeze, and her eyes were fixed on the sky that had regained its calm, but there was a hint of thoughtfulness in her eyes.

However, for some reason, under that seemingly calm appearance, she felt vaguely that something was missing. It was an indescribable subtle feeling, as if the whole world was complete on the surface, but under that calmness, there was still a subtle and discordant atmosphere quietly spreading. That atmosphere was like a ghost hidden in the darkness, appearing and disappearing, but really existing.

She slightly frowned her crescent-shaped eyebrows, and the slight trembling of her eyebrows seemed to carry endless thoughts. In her eyes, as clear and deep as autumn water, there was a flash of thought, and that light was like the stars in the night sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, with endless wisdom and exploration. Her thoughts began to drift in all directions like flying snowflakes, trying hard to recall every detail that might have been missed.

Those details were like pearls scattered in the long river of time, and she tried to connect them one by one. Gradually, a mysterious door opened in her mind, and the past scenes emerged. That was before Mount Buzhou collapsed. Mount Buzhou was like a giant pillar that supported the sky steadily, as if it was the backbone of the whole world. Its majestic figure brought a sense of stability and solidity to the whole prehistoric world, as if as long as it was there, the world would not collapse.

"So that's why. Something is missing to support the sky." Nuwa suddenly realized, and the voice that sounded like the sound of nature echoed gently in the air. Every note seemed to carry a firm determination, like clear spring water flowing between the valleys. Although her voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable power. She knew that she had to find a suitable replacement to support the sky that had been hit hard, otherwise, the prehistoric world might still face unknown crises. That crisis was like a beast hidden in the darkness, which could pounce at any time and drag the whole world into the abyss again.

So, Nuwa resolutely embarked on the journey of finding the object that could support the sky. Her figure was like a gorgeous rainbow, passing through layers of clouds and mist. The clouds and mist were like white gauze, lingering around her, but could not stop her firm steps. She flew over countless mountains and rivers, which were like sleeping giants, and rivers were like galloping dragons. During this long search, she constantly used her magical power to perceive everything around her. Her power was like invisible tentacles, spreading in all directions, trying to find the existence that could take on the responsibility of supporting the sky. Every time she perceived, it was like looking for a faint light in the darkness.

Finally, Nuwa found the North Sea Black Turtle on the shore of the North Sea, which seemed to be at the end of the world. The North Sea Black Turtle was huge, like a moving hill. Its huge body cast a huge shadow in the sun, as if it could cover the whole world. Its shell was covered with mysterious lines, which were like ancient texts, as if they contained endless vicissitudes of time and mysterious power. Each line seemed to be telling a forgotten history. It lay quietly in the North Sea, as if it had merged with the entire North Sea and became a part of it. Its existence seemed to be the tranquility and heaviness that had settled over the years.

Nuwa slowly landed in front of the North Sea Black Turtle, and her beautiful figure radiated a sacred light in the sun. Every movement she made seemed to be graceful and solemn, like the most beautiful dance in the world. She looked at the North Sea Black Turtle with a hint of sincerity and determination in her eyes. That sincerity was like the warm sunshine, which could melt all the ice in the world; that determination was like steel and could not be shaken. She whispered, "The prehistoric world needs your help. Now that the sky has lost its support, your limbs are needed to hold up this sky." Although her voice was soft, it carried a power that was irresistible.

The North Sea Black Turtle slightly raised its head, and a hint of hesitation flashed in its eyes that were as deep as the endless abyss. Its huge head shook slightly, as if it was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. It knew that once it lost its limbs, it would face great pain and changes. The pain was like a sharp arrow, piercing its heart; the change was like a surging tide, impacting its life. However, it also understood the importance of what Nuwa said, and its keen perception made it feel the crisis facing the entire prehistoric world. The crisis was like a heavy yoke, pressing on its heart.

After a fierce inner struggle, the North Sea Black Turtle finally nodded. Its huge body trembled slightly, as if it was preparing for the upcoming sacrifice. Every tremor seemed to carry a kind of determination and firmness, as if it had made up its mind to sacrifice for the future of the entire prehistoric world.

Nuwa took a deep breath, and a trace of gratitude and admiration flashed in her eyes. The gratitude flowed through her heart like a gurgling stream; the admiration burned her soul like a blazing fire. She slowly raised the artifact in her hand, and the artifact emitted a dazzling light. The light was like a bright star, illuminating the entire North Sea. With a flash of light, like lightning across the sky, Nuwa cut off the limbs of the North Sea Black Turtle.

The North Sea Black Turtle roared in pain, and the sound seemed to travel through time and space, echoing over the entire North Sea. The roar was full of pain and struggle, but it did not retreat at all. Its voice was like thunder, shaking the whole world. However, it did not retreat, it endured the pain and supported itself with its own will. Its firm will was like an indestructible fortress, guarding its beliefs.

Nuwa quickly used her divine power to transform the North Sea Black Turtle's limbs into four huge pillars of heaven. The four pillars seemed to be giants from ancient times, standing firmly in the four corners of the prehistoric world. They emitted a mysterious light, which was like a mysterious rune, as if it was integrated with the whole world. Each ray of light seemed to carry a protective power, and once again propped up the sky that was once shaky.

As the pillar of heaven stood up, the entire prehistoric world seemed to regain stability. The sky was no longer shaky, as if it had found a solid support; the earth also regained its balance, as if a sleeping giant had awakened. However, Nuwa knew that this was just a new beginning. There were still countless challenges and unknowns waiting for her and the entire prehistoric world in the future.

In the following days, Nuwa began to continuously strengthen the four pillars. Like a hardworking craftsman, she used her divine power to cast various mysterious runes and spells on the pillars. Those runes were like dancing flames, emitting mysterious power; those spells were like twinkling stars, containing endless mysteries. Every time she cast a spell, it seemed to inject new power into the pillars, making them stronger and more stable. Every rune and every spell condensed her hard work and wisdom.