Rebuilding Terra

Ozma, a figure who seemed to be tightly wrapped in loneliness, like a lone traveler burning with the fire of revenge in the darkness, stood resolutely in the stormy fate of the world. His heart full of vengeful anger was like hot and rolling magma, surging in the depths of his heart, as if it could burst out like a volcanic eruption at any time, completely drowning the demons who had caused him endless harm under the blazing flames of revenge. His resolute determination was as hard as steel that had been tempered a thousand times, and no force could shake it. The belief in revenge was like a heavy and solid rock, deeply rooted in his heart, and indestructible.

Ozma stood quietly on the top of the heaven that seemed to be isolated from the world. It seemed to be a mysterious corner forgotten by the whole world. There was silence all around, except for the howling wind that roared like an angry beast. The wind blew his clothes violently, making a rustling sound, but Ozma was like a majestic mountain that had gone through the vicissitudes of time but still stood tall, and was not moved by the wind at all. His cold face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost, without a trace of warmth, and the unwavering determination on it was like a mark carved by a sharp blade, clear and profound.

Under his terrifyingly powerful power, the blood curse slowly and silently enveloped the huge heaven of the demon race, like an invisible but deadly dark net. The curse seemed to be a dark force surging from the deepest part of hell, like a ghost hidden in the darkness, spreading silently, making people shudder wherever they go, as if they can feel the breath of death lingering around. For the demon race who did not have the strength of a saint at that time, Ozma was almost an invincible terrifying existence, like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads that could fall at any time, bringing endless fear and oppression.

The blood curse was like a dark and evil undercurrent, like a poisonous snake hidden in the endless darkness, spreading and weaving among the demons wantonly. The demons that were once united and full of trust in each other, under the terrible erosion of this curse, were like sand piles blown away by the wind, falling apart in an instant.

Every demon seemed to be in a bottomless dark abyss. Their vigilant eyes were like sharp swords flashing with cold light, staring closely at their companions, their hearts filled with undispellable fear and anxiety. Their nerves were stretched to the extreme, like a string about to break, fearing that the next moment their companions would be transformed into the terrifying pretender under the strange effect of the curse. The pretender itself possessed an extremely powerful strength, as if it was a demon slowly walking out of the dark abyss. Every movement and every breath exuded a terrifying power that made people tremble with fear.

Moreover, the spread of this curse was as fast as lightning that cut through the sky, making it impossible to defend against it, and there was no time to make any effective response. Once ordinary demons were unfortunately infected by this curse, it meant that in this cruel war, the enemy increased by one, while the friendly army decreased by one, and the whole situation became more critical, as if they were trapped in a quagmire that could not be escaped.

Ozma slowly recalled the days when he was in the demon tribe. Those memories flooded into his mind like a surging tide. Before he awakened, he had already shown remarkable talent among the demon tribe. At that time, he was like the brightest and most dazzling star in the night sky, and was highly regarded and expected by the demon tribe.

Every move he made, every display of power, was like a gorgeous firework blooming in the night sky, which amazed the other demons. And now, he has awakened the mysterious and suffocating apostle energy, and successfully reached the Saint level. This powerful force that makes it almost impossible to breathe makes him swim happily in the vast ocean on the road of revenge, like a fish in water, and no obstacles can stop his pace.

His cold eyes looked down at the demon world below, which had already fallen into chaos, and a complex and indescribable emotion surged in his heart. In that emotion, there was both the exhilaration brought by revenge, as if the long-suppressed anger in his heart had finally found an outlet to vent; there was also a trace of emotion and nostalgia for the past, those good times and painful experiences were intertwined, like a dense and intricate emotional web. He stood there quietly, falling into deep thought. He possessed such a powerful force and mastered the powerful weapon of the Blood Curse. In this battle of revenge, he really couldn't think of any way he could lose.

However, just when Ozma confidently thought that his revenge was about to succeed and the dawn of victory seemed to be at hand, an unexpected variable suddenly appeared like a bolt from the blue.

In the mysterious and solemn heaven, a very beautiful boy suddenly appeared without any warning. His appearance seemed like a beautiful dream, making people almost unable to believe their eyes. He was like an elf gently falling from the clouds, exuding a unique temperament that was otherworldly, as if he did not belong to this world full of noise and disputes. His pure and flawless appearance was like a flawless white lotus quietly blooming, exuding a magical power that instantly calmed people's hearts.

No one knew where this young man came from. He appeared in the heaven quietly and silently, as if he was a mysterious messenger descended from the sky, arriving on this land with a mysterious mission.

In the name of God's revelation, the young man resolutely embarked on a difficult journey to save the monsters from danger. His clear and firm eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the falsehoods and lies in the world, making people feel a deep sense of trust. He has a pair of magical eyes that can see through the truth and falsehood. Those eyes seem to be able to see through all the secrets of the world, and nothing can escape its scrutiny.

With just a glance, he can easily see the true nature of the pretender, making the evil hidden in the darkness invisible, just like a shadow exposed to the sun. As an apostle, he also possesses amazing holy-level combat power. He is like a tireless guardian, constantly running among the demons, using his powerful strength to do his best to save those demons who are tortured by the curse.

Donghuang Taiyi stared at the boy who suddenly appeared with his eyes wide open, his heart filled with endless astonishment and deep confusion. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking to himself: "Don't you need Hongmeng Purple Qi to become a saint? Why did two saints appear out of nowhere? Moreover, one of these two saints looks like the embodiment of evil, exuding the breath of darkness and revenge; the other looks like the embodiment of justice, full of kindness and protection."

A confused expression appeared on his majestic face, as if he was lost in a fog. He really couldn't understand the complicated situation in front of him, as if he was facing an unsolvable mystery. But he knew very well in his heart that the appearance of this young man was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, which instantly stirred up thousands of waves, making the originally one-sided situation instantly become complicated and confusing, full of unknowns and variables.

What Donghuang Taiyi didn't know was that the power of the apostles had already reached the Heavenly Dao level. If there were no suppression from the world rules, they would be fully capable of breaking through to the Heavenly Dao level, rather than just staying at the Saint stage. This means that their potential and strength far exceed people's imagination, like a huge treasure hidden in the deep sea, waiting to be discovered. If they can break through the limitations of the world rules, they will become an immeasurable and powerful force, like a surging tsunami, capable of destroying all obstacles in front of them. However, at present, they can only exert their power at the Saint stage, but even so, they are still very powerful, like a giant standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking everything in the world.