Rebuilding Terra

Azera, who seemed to have walked out of an ancient mysterious scroll, exuded an elusive mysterious power. He stood quietly in the vast and boundless land, like a silent mountain. He raised his head slightly, gazing at the sky that was repaired by Nuwa with endless efforts and magical power. The sky, at this moment, has regained its former tranquility and clarity, like a huge blue mirror, without a single flaw. The pure blue color seemed to cleanse people's hearts, making people almost forget the thrilling disaster that was enough to make the entire world tremble. It was as if time was flowing back at this moment, and the disaster had never happened. Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious.

However, when his deep and emotional gaze slowly turned to the North Sea Black Turtle, whose limbs had been cut off and now supported the sky with its broken body, his heart was like being swept by a sudden storm, and an indescribable feeling of compassion surged. The North Sea Black Turtle, once had a huge and majestic body, and was also an awe-inspiring existence in the prehistoric world. Its mountain-like body, every texture seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time and the accumulation of power.

But now, it was incomplete, with only its huge trunk lying there quietly, silently bearing this immense mission. Azera's heart seemed to be tugged by an invisible hand, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body. Deep in his heart, a voice kept echoing: The North Sea Black Turtle supported the sky with its four limbs, and made such a huge sacrifice for this primitive world, it really shouldn't have ended up in such a tragic way.

Thus, an unprecedented determination surged in Azra's heart. He resolutely went to find Hongjun. Hongjun, the supreme being like a god in the prehistoric world, seemed to hold the fate of the whole world in his hands. He held countless mysterious powers and laws in his hands, and each law was like the code of the universe, containing endless mysteries. Azra passed through layers of dreamlike fog, which seemed to be the veil of time, and each layer hid countless secrets. He flew over the surging rivers, and the water of the rivers was like the long river of time, rushing and never stopping. After going through untold hardships, he finally came to the mysterious place where Hongjun was.

It was an intoxicating place like a fairyland. The clouds were like lively ribbons, lingering in every corner, as if telling an ancient story. The aura was like bright starlight, overflowing in the air, and every breath seemed to enhance one's strength. Hongjun sat quietly on an ancient stone platform full of traces of time. His figure was like an eternal sculpture, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. His eyes were deep and peaceful, like the endless starry sky, as if he could see through everything in the world. No matter the past, present or future, nothing could escape his gaze.

Azera took firm steps and walked to Hongjun step by step. He bowed respectfully, and his respect for Hongjun was full of respect. Then, he slowly explained his purpose in the most sincere tone and asked Hongjun to give him the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle. His voice echoed in the air, and every word was filled with endless expectations and hopes.

Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and he began to think deeply. He knew that in this vast and complex prehistoric world, it was much better to have one more friend than one more enemy. Moreover, he saw the sincere compassion and kindness in Azra's eyes. It was an emotion that could move even a hard heart. So, he nodded gently, as if the whole world was trembling slightly with his nod. He waved his hand slowly, and a mysterious and dazzling light flashed like a meteor. In that light, the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle slowly emerged, exuding a mysterious breath.

A trace of gratitude flashed in Azera's eyes. He carefully stretched out his hands, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, and took the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle. The soul seemed to be a ball of dancing flames, containing the essence of the North Sea Black Turtle's life. His hands trembled slightly, because of his inner excitement and cherishment of this soul. Then, he thanked Hongjun deeply again, and his thanks were full of sincerity and respect. Then, he turned around, took the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle, and left this mysterious place with firm steps.

Ezra brought the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle and rushed back to the Violent Hunting Group without stopping. The Violent Hunting Group was a place full of mysterious power and various strange people. It seemed to be a corner forgotten by the world, but it hid endless power. When he returned here, Held had already noticed his return. Held, who also possessed powerful power, seemed to be able to penetrate time and space and change fate. Her keen perception allowed her to immediately detect the special aura on Ezra.

When Held saw that Azra wanted to save the North Sea Black Turtle, a trace of sympathy surged in her heart. She could understand the determination and kindness in Azra's heart, because in this primitive world, kindness and sympathy were so precious. So, she showed up without hesitation, and her beautiful figure seemed to have walked out of a dream. She decided to help Azra and use her own power to bring a glimmer of hope to the North Sea Black Turtle.

Held slowly stretched out her hands, and mysterious and gentle rays of light emanated from her hands. The light was like a gentle silk thread, gently wrapping up the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle. Each ray of light seemed to carry endless warmth and power. Under the influence of her power, the North Sea Black Turtle's soul, which was originally somewhat erratic and seemed to dissipate at any time, began to gradually stabilize. Azra watched nervously from the side, his heart full of expectations. His eyes were fixed on the North Sea Black Turtle's soul, as if he was cheering it on.

As time passed, the soul of the North Sea Black Turtle finally stabilized under Held's power. The originally vague soul became clear and solid. At this time, the North Sea Black Turtle also felt the changes around him, and his consciousness was awakened like a sleeping star, gradually waking up.

When the Black Turtle saw that it was Azra who saved him, a deep feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart. He knew that without Azra, his soul might really be wandering around in this vast and ruthless primitive world, never able to rest in peace. So he made a decision without hesitation. He agreed to join the Violent Hunting Group, hoping to repay Azra for saving his life. His voice was weak, but full of determination.

Azera looked at the North Sea Black Turtle, his eyes full of determination. He solemnly promised: "I will definitely find an opportunity to help you reincarnate successfully in the future, and I will teach your reincarnated body well, so that he can find his true spirit as soon as possible, and let you be resurrected as your reincarnated body." His voice was firm and powerful, as if it was a solemn oath to the North Sea Black Turtle. Every word was like a heavy stone, falling to the ground, and the oath echoed in the air, as if it had traveled through time and space and would never dissipate.