Rebuilding Terra

In that mysterious and endlessly fantastic space and time, Di Ruiji once again struggled out of the seemingly bottomless and mysterious dimensional crack. When his somewhat confused vision gradually became clear, he was slightly stunned by the scene in front of him. He was surprised to find that he was in a seemingly ordinary but unique human village.

This village is like a quiet and simple painting, slowly unfolding before your eyes. The well-arranged houses seem to be masterpieces carefully carved by time, and every mottled trace exudes the breath of time. The smoke rising from the roof is like a light ribbon, gently floating in the breeze, as if whispering the ordinary and warm life story here. However, the sudden arrival of Di Ruiji is like a violent storm without any warning, instantly breaking the original tranquility and peace here.

In this vast and mysterious world, compared with the extremely powerful demons and witches, humans are too weak. They do not have the magical ability of the demons to change their form and strength in an instant, nor do they have the innate strong physique of the witches. It seems that in this world full of fantasy power, they are the most ordinary and weak existence.

However, the uncontrollable poisonous gas in Di Ruiji's body, like a wild horse, would not be restrained even a little bit because of human fragility. Almost at that moment, the deadly poisonous gas was like a surging, unstoppable tide, sweeping across the entire village at an alarming speed. Wherever the poisonous gas reached, the flowers and plants that were originally full of vitality seemed to be cast under a terrible spell, withering and dying in an instant, turning into lifeless residue.

The air seemed to be frozen by the terrible poison gas, becoming heavy and oppressive. The faces of the people in the village, which were originally full of vitality and energy, began to undergo horrifying changes the moment they came into contact with the poison gas. Their skin seemed to be corroded by an invisible corrosive force and quickly festered. The painful appearance was unbearable to look at. Every cell in the body seemed to be struggling in pain, emitting silent wails.

The people of the whole village fell helplessly one after another under the shroud of this terrifying poisonous gas. Their bodies seemed to be drained of vitality and gradually lost their vitality. The breath of life was like a candle swaying in the wind, which could be completely extinguished at any time. They groaned in pain, and the sound seemed to be an accusation of their fate. Their eyes were full of despair and fear, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. Di Ruiji watched all this in a daze, his heart was as if pierced by thousands of sharp blades, and endless regret and pain surged.

He seemed to see himself again, or once again, bringing irreparable pain to the world because of his existence. Di Ruiji stood alone in this dead village. His lonely and self-blaming figure seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, and looked particularly desolate in this village full of death.

However, just as Di Ruiji was deeply trapped in endless self-blame, the village chief's strong desire for life, like a faint light in the darkness, caught his attention. The village chief was an old but extremely tough old man, with traces of years engraved on his weather-beaten face. Although his body suffered great pain under the ruthless erosion of the poisonous gas, he still struggled tenaciously, with a light of incomparable persistence in life flashing in his eyes.

Di Ruiji began to re-examine these seemingly fragile humans. He was surprised to find that although the human body was indeed fragile, its plasticity was extremely high. Di Ruiji found an inexplicable energy in the arms of these fallen people. With curiosity and shock, he began to observe carefully. After an in-depth exploration, he was surprised to find that these people had been infected by a plague called Kazan, and in this difficult process, they miraculously inherited some of the power of ghosts and gods.

This amazing discovery was like a ray of light that suddenly flashed in the darkness, instantly igniting the almost extinguished fire in Di Ruiji's heart. "Maybe I can continue or create life." This thought flashed through Di Ruiji's mind like lightning, which was something he dared not imagine in his dreams. "I, who was called the Black Plague, can actually bring a new color to this world." Di Ruiji's heart surged with an indescribable excitement, as if he had found a ray of hope in the darkness.

He secretly made up his mind not to continue to sink into endless self-blame and regret, but to use his own strength to make up for the mistakes he had made. Di Ruiji began to concentrate his energy and carefully extract the essence from his life full of mysterious power. After long and arduous efforts, countless days and nights of persistence, he finally succeeded in condensing three gems.

The three orbs emitted a mysterious and powerful light that seemed to be able to penetrate all darkness. Each ray of light seemed to contain endless vitality, as if the source of life was flowing through it. With a nervous and expectant mood, Di Ruiji carefully placed the orbs next to the village chief. The power in the orbs was like warm and clear spring water, slowly flowing into the dying body of the village chief.

The village chief's body, which had almost lost its vitality and was dead, began to undergo wonderful and amazing changes under the magical nourishment of the power of the orb. The vitality that had originally disappeared, like spring seeds nourished by spring rain, began to recover little by little. Finally, the village chief's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and his eyes flashed with a mixture of shock and gratitude.

The village chief slowly stood up and carefully felt the new power in his body. He deeply understood that this was a chance for rebirth given to him by Di Ruiji, a miracle of life. Without any hesitation, he immediately began to recreate the village with the power in his body. He used the magical power of the orb and began to work hard to call back the souls of the villagers who had passed away. Under the gentle guidance of the power of the orb, those souls found their way home like lost children and returned to their original bodies.

As time passed quietly like a silent stream, the village began to slowly recover its former vitality. People woke up from their slumber one by one. They looked at everything that happened like a miracle in front of them, and their hearts were filled with endless gratitude to Di Ruiji and the village chief. Although they knew that they had become "monsters" different from before and had to rely on blood to survive, in their hearts, nothing was more important than being able to continue living. Because life is so precious and worth cherishing.