Primordial Era: Humanity's Supreme Ruler, Abolishes Nuwa's Position as Holy Mother

Chapter 30 Cangjie Invents Characters, Heaven Bestows Merit

The cultivation of the human race is in full swing.

Although all the races of the prehistoric world were watching, no one dared to easily step into the human territory and invite trouble.

After all, Chu Feng's formidable record is still evident. He even killed Donghuang and shattered Nuwa's sacred body. No one is arrogant enough to challenge these two or dare to challenge Chu Feng.

Without the invasion of other races, the human race is flourishing and growing rapidly.

Chu Feng wandered among the stone houses, occasionally interacting with the children, and sometimes taking them on excursions to experience the natural laws of all things.

If we were to say who among the human race is the most popular, it would undoubtedly be Chu Feng. Even many three-year-old children can get close to him, showing his affability.

As usual, Chu Feng, who wasn't strolling around the sacred pool, wandered among the stone houses, occasionally chatting about everyday matters and gossiping to enrich his life.

On this day, Chu Feng was teaching the children to fly with swords when he heard someone approaching from afar, calling out the name of the Supreme One in a low voice.

Chu Feng turned his head and saw a man standing in the corner of a stone house not far away.

The man quickly stepped forward, first offering his greetings, and then presenting his idea.

"Create writing?" Chu Feng was both surprised and stunned.

The man quickly said, "Nowadays, all races have their own writing systems, and even the Grand Tutor uses divine runes. Our human race should also have its own writing system."

He looked delighted, and was very happy that Chu Feng had actually thought about this matter.

Then, Chu Feng nodded slowly, feeling that it was indeed time to do something about it.

After careful consideration, Chu Feng glanced down at the man in front of him and noticed that the man had double pupils. Chu Feng's heart stirred, and he solemnly said, "If that's the case, then the important task of creating characters will be entrusted to you from today onwards."

He asked the man if he had a name, but the man hesitated and didn't answer.

Chu Feng thought for a moment and said, "From now on, your name is Cangjie."

"Thank you for bestowing this inscription upon me, Your Majesty. I will certainly not disappoint Your Majesty's expectations."

Upon seeing this, the man's expression turned solemn, and he immediately bowed in greeting.

Chu Feng thought to himself that although he could create writing, he did not want to steal or do such merit. Humanity should have its own path and could not rely on itself for everything.

Moreover, the human race needs more strong individuals; leaders are needed in every field.

From that day on, Cangjie began to study diligently, neglecting sleep and meals. But how difficult was the creation of characters? It was by no means something that could be accomplished overnight.

In the days that followed, a man with double pupils would often come to the place of cultivation to ask Chu Feng questions.

As time went on, people began to ask Cangjie what he was doing. When they learned that he was creating characters, the enthusiasm of the human race surged once again.

Sometimes Xuandu and Zhenyuanzi would offer some help, which Cangjie naturally accepted without hesitation.

Even so, it still took Cangjie twenty years to create just over a hundred characters, but these characters, when combined, were sufficient for daily record-keeping.

Cangjie's invention of characters stopped here for the time being.

As the supreme being, Chu Feng naturally paid special attention to the progress of character creation. When the day arrived, he struck the Human Emperor Bell, and after nine strikes, all the humans gathered there.

For the human race, this is an unforgettable event, and they must witness it in person to avoid feeling any regret.

On this day, even the humans who were cultivating stopped. They gathered in a short distance away, their faces beaming with smiles and anticipation.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Cangjie raised the wooden board high, proclaiming the celestial truth, and uttered the first character: "戊".

Before the sound had even faded, a strange phenomenon occurred.

As Chu Feng looked up, he secretly activated his protective shield.

However, although the sky had undergone a tremendous change, instead of being covered by dark clouds, it was a dazzling expanse of gold.

It's like an overturned golden ocean hanging upside down in the sky, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The golden light rippled like ocean waves, each wave carrying a terrifying power, as if it contained the heavens themselves. It appeared with the waves and was extinguished with them.

This unusual phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of all the ancient races.

At the very top of the nine heavens, a golden light suddenly descended, forming a pillar of light.

At the same time, a golden "戊" character appeared high in the sky, as large as a giant mountain, enveloped by a golden pillar of light.

The humans atop Mount Kongtong looked up and felt the warmth enveloped in the golden light, experiencing immense comfort throughout their bodies.

"It's a success!" Xuan Du exclaimed with joy, pointing to the large character floating high in the sky.

The rest of the human race spread the word that the character "戊" hovered high in the sky, emitting dazzling golden light, like a great sun, surrounded by the laws of heaven.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded and said with emotion, "The human race has finally developed its own writing system."

Chu Feng stood in the distance, hands on his hips, a smile on his face.

Next, for every word Cangjie uttered, a golden beam of light would fall from the golden ocean above the nine heavens, and then the word would be reflected in it, GG Primordial World.

The aura of the Heavenly Dao is not unfamiliar to the strong, especially in the last twenty years.

Back then, the human race's supreme beings repeatedly triggered it, so even the younger generation among all races is very familiar with it.

More than a hundred words shot straight into the sky. At this moment, how dazzling were those pillars of light in the Kongtong region? The earth seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

The leaves rustled and fell, and the air, carried by the gentle breeze, was filled with the aura of nature, gentle and kind, no longer displaying the violent nature of yesteryear.

When the hundredth character appeared, the heavens trembled and bestowed immense merit.

Merit came from the depths of the sky, and the vast majority of it fell upon Cangjie.

With immense merit bestowed upon him, Cangjie leaped from a mortal to the realm of Daluo, his body radiating light, his bones and meridians cleansed, and he underwent a complete transformation.

A small portion of it entered Chu Feng's body and was quickly absorbed by the territory.

However, these merits did not lead to the territory being upgraded again, which is a bit of a pity.

Watching Cangjie receive the reward for his merits, Chu Feng raised his fist and shouted, pushing Cangjie to become the fourth ancestor of the human race.

No one disputed Cangjie's achievement in creating the human script, and the three ancestors of the human race stepped forward to congratulate him, while more than 10,000 humans below cheered loudly.

at the same time--

All races were astonished by the human race's achievement in creating characters.

Cangjie's invention of characters was a momentous event.

"Why didn't we receive such merit when we created characters?"

"The human race has produced several powerful individuals in recent years, no longer weak, and now they even have the merit of creating characters, which is truly terrifying."

It's impossible to say that no one among the myriad races of the primordial world had any doubts.

After all, the writing systems they used were also original, so why didn't they receive any credit? On the contrary, humans gained immense merit simply by creating a hundred or so characters.

A powerful figure watched from afar as the vast expanse of golden light enveloped the land, and the closer one got, the stronger the aura of the Heavenly Dao became.

At this moment, some curious powerful beings from the primordial world set off, wanting to see who exactly created it.

As all the words were recited, the golden ocean that had spread across the sky like a scroll vanished at an extremely fast speed.

The hundred or so human characters flew into the depths of the sky at an extremely fast speed, outlining streaks of golden light in mid-air before disappearing.

(End of this chapter)