Rebuilding Terra

In the vast and mysterious prehistoric world, Hongjun's third preaching has just come to an end. The grand sound of the Tao is like a lingering echo, as if it is still echoing between heaven and earth, shocking and lingering. On the treasure-dividing cliff, there are a variety of magical treasures blooming with dazzling light, like the bright stars in the night sky. These treasures have different shapes, some are as bright as the sun, some are as warm as the moon, some are as agile as the wind, and some are as steady as the mountain. Under Hongjun's seemingly casual but actually precise arrangement, these treasures are returned to their owners, as if they were destined to be destined. The ownership of each treasure caused a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, as if expressing loyalty and expectation to the new owner.

However, at this seemingly peaceful and tranquil moment, Hongjun suddenly became alert. His eyes, which were as deep as the abyss and seemed to be able to see through all the mysteries of the world, narrowed slightly, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the endless time and space, and he sensed a strange and mysterious fluctuation. His brows were furrowed, his expression was solemn, and a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart. This fluctuation did not come from the ordinary changes within the prehistoric world, but from an unknown place that was so far away that it was unimaginable. It seemed that a completely unfamiliar world was slowly but unwaveringly approaching the prehistoric world. Hongjun unconsciously raised his hand, gently stroked his chin, and fell into deep thought. His slender fingers gently rubbed his chin, and every touch seemed to be thinking about a countermeasure.

So, Hongjun made a prompt decision and quickly issued an order. His voice was like a loud bell, resounding throughout the entire prehistoric world: "I will align myself with the way of heaven as quickly as possible and protect the prehistoric world. You all must seize the time to practice and improve your own strength to cope with unknown changes." Hongjun's expression was serious and solemn, and his eyes swept across the prehistoric creatures with unquestionable majesty. After speaking, he waved his hand and a ray of light sprinkled on everyone. The light was like a warm shield, covering every living being.

After saying this, Hongjun's figure instantly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared, and he resolutely entered the mysterious state of being in harmony with the way of heaven. His departure was like a meteor across the night sky, brief but leaving behind endless expectations and hopes. The prehistoric creatures felt Hongjun's unwavering determination and urgency, and they all took action, each anxiously looking for a place to retreat, concentrating on practicing without distraction, not daring to slack off in the slightest. Some of the creatures looked nervous, hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted, then turned and left. Their steps were hurried and firm, as if they were racing against time; some looked determined, and walked steadily towards their own caves, each step carrying determination and courage for the future.

In that unreachable unknown place, Held was leading the demon world, step by step closer to the prehistoric world. As the leader of the demon world, Held was sharp-minded and received the message from Hongjun at the first time. She was slightly stunned, a flash of surprise flashed across her face, and then she regained her composure, and her hands clenched unconsciously. Her slender fingers turned white at the joints because of the force, showing her inner tension and anxiety.

"I am Hongjun, the guardian of the ancient world. What is your purpose in coming here?" Hongjun's voice resounded in Held's heart, majestic and solemn, with an unquestionable momentum.

Held took a deep breath and responded, "I am Held, from Terra. We have no intention of invading, but the world is broken and we are wandering in the endless void, just looking for a glimmer of hope." Held's eyes were full of desire and pleading, and her expression was a bit helpless and tired. She took a step forward and clasped her hands together to show respect.

Hongjun was shocked when he heard this and observed this world carefully. He was surprised to find that there were twelve forces in the demon world, and their strength was no less than his own. Facing such a powerful force, Hongjun was terrified, frowned more tightly, and his eyes revealed vigilance. He stood with his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly. His eyes traversed the endless void, trying to see through the essence of the demon world.

Hongjun was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "The prehistoric world has its own inviolable rules. If you come with good intentions, I will treat you with courtesy. But if you have ill intentions and attempt to invade, don't blame the heavens for being ruthless. You will suffer a catastrophic disaster." Hongjun's expression was serious and his eyes were cold, which made people shudder. His sleeves swayed slightly in the wind. Every swing brought an invisible pressure, as if warning Held.

Held hurriedly said: "We have no ill intentions, but we have been wandering in endless darkness and despair for a long time. We are really desperate. We hope to find a place to stay in your world so that our world can continue." Held explained with sincerity on his face.

Hongjun pondered and said, "This matter requires long-term consideration. Let me observe the nature of your world and then make a decision." Hongjun's face was thoughtful, his eyes were deep, he walked slowly, his clothes fluttering. Every step he took seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, which was unpredictable.

Held was nervous, but she knew that she had no choice but to wait for Hongjun's final decision. She bit her lip, her eyes full of anticipation and anxiety, twisting her fingers nervously. She stared straight ahead, as if she wanted to see Hongjun's expression through the void.

In the ancient world, all the immortals, gods, demons and monsters practiced hard without sleep or food. Yuanshi Tianzun sat in the solemn Yuxu Palace, surrounded by immortal energy, like layers of clouds and mist. With his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed, he continued to comprehend more profound and mysterious Taoism, trying to break through his own bottleneck. He sometimes twirled his beard lightly, and sometimes nodded slightly. Every subtle movement showed his inner thoughts and feelings. Around his body, the spiritual energy surged like a whirlpool, constantly merging into his body.

In her quiet and peaceful cave, Nuwa was concentrating on refining the Heaven-Repairing Stone. Every carving was infused with her profound understanding of life and endless compassion. Her eyes were focused and gentle. Her hands danced deftly, as if playing a silent piece of music. The Heaven-Repairing Stone gradually took shape in her hands, emitting a soft and warm light.

On the other side, Hongjun carefully observed the world where Held was. He saw that although that world also had unique laws and life, it was full of fatigue and vicissitudes, as if it had experienced countless baptisms of war and the ravages of time. Every inch of land was engraved with traces of pain and struggle, and every life was filled with deep despair and hope. Hongjun's eyes were full of pity and worry. He shook his head slightly and sighed. He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the breath of that distant world, but he could only feel nothingness.

After careful consideration, Hongjun sent another message to Held: "I can allow you to stay temporarily on the edge of the prehistoric world, but you must abide by the prehistoric rules and not act recklessly. Although your world has twelve powers equivalent to mine, you also know that if you trespass into a world that does not belong to you, the Heavenly Dao will suppress you. As long as the Heavenly Dao suppresses you, even if there are twelve of you, I can still kill you. I hope you will take care of yourself." Hongjun's expression was serious and his tone was firm. He put his hands behind his back and stood upright. His eyes were firm, as if he had made the final decision.

Held responded without hesitation: "Don't worry, if the other eleven forces act recklessly in your world, you can kill them. I will never use the power of heaven to stop them." Held nodded solemnly, her face full of determination, and she bowed deeply to show her sincerity and determination.