Rebuilding Terra

The smoke of the war was like a curl of rising clouds, drifting away in wisps, gradually fading away in the endless time and space, as if the traces were gently wiped away by the big hand of time. As the notes of the end of the war sounded quietly, an amazing change happened quietly like a mysterious flower blooming quietly.

The Silent City is like a magnificent bridge between two worlds. It stands there quietly, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere that seems to have been deposited for thousands of years. Its mottled walls are like lines carefully carved by time. Every crack and every mottled spot seem to be silently telling the story buried by time in the long years. The door that is tightly closed but sometimes quietly opened is like a mysterious passage leading to an unknown destiny. The world behind the door is full of endless mysteries and temptations. Under its magical connection, the airflow between the demon world and the prehistoric world seems to have life, and begins to slowly blend and collide. The mysterious power is like a smart ribbon, fluttering lightly, shuttling back and forth between the two worlds, as if it is a messenger between the two worlds, conveying each other's breath and secrets.

However, when the people of Honghuang first came into contact with the mysterious demon world with curiosity and exploration, they were deeply shocked as if a huge stone was thrown into their hearts. Wherever they looked, they saw the scene of powerful people like clouds. The powerful aura was like a surging wave, blowing in their faces, and the mysterious power was like an invisible giant hand, tightly oppressing their hearts. They were surprised to find that in this demon world, every figure seemed to contain endless power, and every breath seemed to tell a powerful story. The powerful aura and mysterious power, like a mirror, made them clearly aware of their own shortcomings. So, after a deep consideration like thinking hard in the dark, everyone seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. They resolutely decided to temporarily develop slowly and quietly accumulate strength in the familiar and vast land of Honghuang, like a farmer working silently. They knew that only in this way could they have enough strength to deal with the unknown opportunities and challenges in the future.

In the vast and boundless land, the Jiejiao of Jinao Island is like a bright pearl that cannot be ignored, emitting a mysterious and powerful light that makes people awe. Tongtian, the great master who is as majestic and wise as a god, his tall figure is like an unshakable mountain. His eyes are so deep that they seem to penetrate endless time and space, as if they can see through all the secrets and truths in the world. Among his many disciples like stars, his eyes seem to be drawn by fate and find Beixuan.

Bei Xuan stood quietly in front of the majestic Master Tong Tian. He could clearly feel the powerful aura and the majesty that seemed like an endless abyss. At that moment, a respect like a surging river surged in his heart. The steady and powerful voice of Master Tong Tian, ​​which seemed to penetrate the soul, slowly sounded: "Bei Xuan, you are gifted, like a pearl temporarily covered by dust, and you have a promising future. From today on, you will be like a dragon in the abyss on this Jin'ao Island, practicing hard and striving to improve your strength." Bei Xuan's eyes flashed with determination, and he nodded respectfully. Although the nod was slight, it seemed to contain endless determination and fighting spirit, as if announcing his determination to the whole world.

Then, Master Tongtian waved his hand that seemed to control everything and called Celia over. Celia's eyes were so smart that they seemed to be able to speak, shining with innocence and curiosity, like two bright stars. Her delicate figure was like petals gently blown by the breeze, with an elusive mysterious aura. Master Tongtian's majestic and caring eyes slowly flowed between Beixuan and Celia, and then he slowly said: "Beixuan, from now on, you will shoulder the responsibility of teaching Celia to practice. There is a mysterious and powerful energy in her body. Although this energy is extremely powerful, it is also like a beacon in the dark, which may attract the greedy peeping of others."

Bei Xuan looked at Celia with a firm gaze, and nodded slightly to show that he understood. He knew that this was a trust and a responsibility. Celia was full of expectations for cultivation, like a young eagle about to spread its wings and fly high, eager to soar in the vast sky.

Zixiao Palace is like a sacred palace suspended in the endless void, exuding a frightening aura of majesty. The palace is surrounded by clouds and mist, like a dreamland, and the clouds and mist seem to hide endless mysteries and powers. On the walls of the palace, mysterious runes flicker with a faint light, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

On this day, Hongjun's majestic voice was like the sound of a huge bell, spreading throughout the entire fantasy world: "I am now summoning all the saints to come to Zixiao Palace to discuss important matters." That voice seemed to have endless magical power, instantly penetrating layers of time and space and reaching the ears of every saint.

When the saints heard Hongjun's call, they emerged from their respective mysterious realms. Some of them drove mysterious magic weapons, while others transformed into streams of light and quickly rushed towards Zixiao Palace.

The first to arrive was Laozi, riding a green bull, with an immortal look and a deep wisdom in his eyes. The green bull walked on the clouds, and every step seemed to be on the node of time and space, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. Then, Yuanshi Tianzun also came, emitting a sacred light all over his body, like a god descending to the mortal world. Tongtian Jiaozhu came with a heroic spirit, followed by a group of extraordinary disciples. Nuwa also came slowly, her beautiful face was gentle and compassionate, as if she could tolerate everything in the world.

All the saints gathered in Zixiao Palace. They stood quietly in the palace, waiting for Hongjun to speak. Hongjun's deep eyes swept over everyone, and slowly said: "Now, the development of the human race has reached a critical node. The era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race is about to begin, and a new catastrophe will also come with it."

When the saints heard Hongjun's words, they were all shocked. They knew that every catastrophe meant endless variables and challenges, and also meant that the structure of the entire fantasy world might undergo major changes.

Lao Tzu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and said: "The era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race will surely be a period of turbulence. We need to guide the human race so that it can survive and develop in the catastrophe." His voice was steady and powerful, with a convincing power.

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded and said, "That's right. As saints, we have the responsibility to protect this world. In the new catastrophe, we must ensure the continuation of the human race's inheritance." There was a firm light in his eyes.

Patriarch Tongtian laughed proudly and said, "Haha, so what if there is a catastrophe? My disciples from Jiejiao will surely forge ahead bravely in the catastrophe and contribute to the rise of human race." His words were full of lofty ambitions.

Nuwa said gently: "I will protect the human race and give them the necessary help and shelter. After all, the human race was created by me." Her voice was like a clear spring, making people feel extremely at ease.

As the saints discussed, a plan to deal with the new catastrophe gradually took shape. They decided to send their disciples to go deep into the human race to guide and help them deal with the upcoming challenges.