Rebuilding Terra

Kunpeng, a legendary beast in the prehistoric world, possesses extraordinary wisdom and terrifying strength. Its tall and majestic figure seems to be an unshakable monument in the prehistoric world. It has always quietly observed the mysterious picture of the prehistoric world with its unique and keen perspective. Every surge of wind and cloud, every collision of power, cannot escape its deep and sharp eyes.

When the earth-shattering war between wizards and liches that shook the whole world began like a violent storm, and the flames of war burned like raging flames on the land of prehistoric times, Kunpeng's deep and sharp eyes, like two sharp arrows that penetrated time and space, stared closely at the battlefield filled with smoke and shouts of killing. It stood quietly in a mysterious corner, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it had merged with the whole prehistoric world.

Its thoughts could not help but drift back to a prophecy it had seen under that mysterious opportunity. The prophecy was like a lighthouse hidden in the fog, with a mysterious and hazy atmosphere. It vaguely revealed the extremely tragic scene of the war between wizards and liches, as well as the various elusive variables that seemed to be hidden in the depths of the future. As the progress of the war between wizards and liches continued to advance like a surging tide, every collision of forces on the battlefield, every scream and roar, seemed to verify the authenticity of the prophecy. Kunpeng's heart became more and more certain that this earth-shaking battle seemed to be exactly the same as the prophecy he had seen before, without even the slightest deviation.

When Kunpeng realized this, his mind, which had always been good at planning and full of wisdom, began to turn like a rapidly spinning wheel. His sharp thinking flashed through his mind like lightning. He knew that everything in front of him was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an opportunity to take himself one step further and reach a higher level in this vast and mysterious prehistoric world. His mind was as clear as a mirror. He must be prepared, like a chess player who carefully planned, to make full plans for the upcoming tragic situation where the demon clan and the witch clan would both suffer losses.

Kunpeng is very clear about his strength and status in the prehistoric world. He knows that although he is powerful, there is still a certain gap in front of some more powerful beings. He also knows that it is not his turn to get his hands on a peerless treasure like the Chaos Bell that even saints envy. The light emitted by the Chaos Bell is too dazzling, and the power contained is too strong. For him, it is too dangerous and too powerful. Once involved in it, it will only bring him endless troubles and unbearable dangers. So, he quietly put his shrewd eyes like a falcon on Di Jun's Heluo map. The Heluo map seems to be a mysterious treasure hiding endless secrets and powerful power.

On the fierce and suffocating battlefield, Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun and Fuxi were trying their best to manipulate the mysterious and powerful Zhoutian Xingdou formation. The formation exuded a mysterious and powerful force that seemed to come from ancient times. The power of the stars was like a surging tide, constantly impacting the Wu clan's Twelve Dutian Shensha formation wave after wave. Donghuang Taiyi exuded a blazing light that seemed to melt the whole world. He was like a blazing sun. The Donghuang Bell in his hand emitted a deafening roar, each of which seemed to shake the heaven and earth and make the whole prehistoric world tremble. Dijun was wearing a gorgeous and majestic armor, which was flashing with mysterious runes and light. His eyes were firm and sharp, like two swords that could penetrate everything. He directed the operation of the formation, like a king who controlled the overall situation and dominated the world. Fuxi stood quietly by, his wise eyes flashing with mysterious light. He used his extraordinary wisdom and magical powers to constantly inject new power and changes into the formation, like a mysterious magician.

The twelve ancestors of the Wu clan were not to be outdone. Their tall and mighty figures were like twelve unshakable mountains. They each displayed their own unique innate magical powers. Gonggong angrily waved the water god staff in his hand, which seemed to be able to control the water in the world. The surging flood rushed towards the demon clan like a crazy beast. The flood carried endless power and anger, as if it wanted to drown everything. Xuanming released waves of chilling icy air. Wherever the icy air went, everything was frozen into ice, as if the whole world had turned into a huge ice sculpture. In the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons formation, the phantom of Pangu became more and more solid, like a real ancient god. When the giant axe of creation was swung, it carried a powerful force that seemed to be able to split the whole world, and every swing seemed to cause the heaven and earth to shake.

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, and the entire prehistoric world seemed to tremble under the impact of this suffocatingly powerful force. The shouts and screams were like surging waves, one after another, impacting people's eardrums; the roars of spells were like thunder, constantly exploding in the sky, as if to tear the sky apart. These sounds intertwined together, like a heart-shaking, blood-boiling war song, and every note seemed to tell the fierceness and cruelty of this war.

However, as the battle continued like a ruthless flame, the strength of both sides was constantly consumed. The consumption of strength was like the sand in an hourglass, passing away bit by bit. Finally, after the most intense and thrilling collision, Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun and Fuxi, under the powerful and terrifying impact of the Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons, exhausted the last bit of their strength. Their bodies, once full of strength and majesty, slowly fell on the blood-stained land like a collapsed mountain. On that land, blood flowed like a river, and their bodies seemed to silently tell the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.

Nuwa, a saint who possessed supreme magical powers and was like a god, had been silently watching this earth-shaking battle. When she saw Fuxi die in the battle, she was filled with endless grief. The grief was like a surging tide, instantly drowning her heart. She acted quickly, using her extraordinary power to take away a trace of Fuxi's remaining soul as fast as lightning. Under the protection of Nuwa's powerful power, the remaining soul seemed to have found a safe haven and was temporarily preserved, as if waiting for rebirth in the future.

On the other hand, most of the twelve witch ancestors died in this extremely tragic battle. Many of their once tall and mighty figures have now fallen. Only Gonggong and Xuanming were left. They stood alone on the devastated battlefield, their eyes filled with grief and helplessness. The grief was like a burning flame, and the helplessness was like a heavy shackle.

At this moment, Kunpeng, who had been hiding in the dark like a ghost in the darkness, saw an opportunity. Like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity and full of patience, it quickly took action at this critical moment. It spread its huge and powerful wings, which seemed to cover the sky. It rushed to the place where the Heluo map was at an extremely fast speed, as fast as a flash of lightning across the sky. Its eyes flashed with determination and greed. At that moment, it seemed to forget everything, and only the mysterious and powerful Heluo map was in its heart.

Kunpeng successfully seized the Heluo map with his amazing speed and powerful magical powers. Then, without stopping, it seemed to know that danger could come at any time. It immediately spread its wings and quickly flew away from the battlefield like an arrow. It knew that the battlefield was still full of dangers and unpredictable variables, and it had to escape from this place full of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Kunpeng escaped from the battlefield and came to a remote and mysterious place. This place seemed to be forgotten by the world and was full of mystery. It began to hide and carefully studied the Heluo map in its hand. The Heluo map exuded a mysterious and ancient atmosphere, as if it contained endless mysteries and incomparable power. Every rune, every ray of light, seemed to be telling a story that had been sealed by the years...