This made Xuanyuan, who was secretly protecting him, a little more interested.

What kind of writing can Cangjie create?

On this day, after leaving a tribe, Cangjie suddenly thought of his hometown and felt a little sad.

It has been more than thirty years, how are your father and mother?

Cangjie's father and mother are both monks. His mother has the ability to refine gods and return to the void, and his father has the ability to refine the void and combine the Tao. It is not a problem to live for two or three hundred years.

This is also the reason why Cangjie has not returned to his hometown for decades.

At this time, Cangjie thought of his hometown, and the homesickness in his heart came overwhelmingly.

He wants to go home, serve his father and mother, and provide for his father and mother in their old age.

Cangjie hurried on the road, spent a year, and finally returned to his hometown after a long journey.

When I was young, I left home and my boss came back. My local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded.

More than thirty years have passed, and almost all the people in the tribe have changed.

Except for Cangjie’s father and mother, almost no one remembers Cangjie.

Cangjie couldn't help crying when he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar tribe.

A little girl wearing a coarse cloth skirt and pigtails, holding a bamboo flute in her hand, jumped up to Cangjie, blinked her big, crystal-black eyes, and asked.

"Are you lost? If you are willing, you can take a rest in our Shihuang tribe."

Cangjie wiped away his tears and smiled, "I am originally from the Shihuang tribe!"

"My name is Cangjie."

"Cangjie?"

The little girl frowned, as if she had thought of something.

"Cangjie, are you the Grandpa Cangjie that my grandfather has been talking about?"

"Who is your grandfather?"

"My grandfather's name is Li Tiedan."

"Li Tiedan"

Cangjie's thoughts were flying, as if he had returned to more than thirty years ago.

The scene where he and Tiedan and a group of friends climbed trees, caught birds, fished, and fought.

"Time flies so fast, Tiedan even has a granddaughter."

Cangjie took the little girl's hand and walked into the Shihuang tribe.

On this day, the Shihuang tribe held an unprecedented feast to welcome Cangjie's return.

The bright moonlight was shining, and the entire Shihuang tribe seemed to be covered with a layer of silver gauze.

After the banquet, Cangjie returned to his mother. While taking care of her, he prepared to integrate and create a unified text.

A hundred years passed by in the blink of an eye.

Cangjie's father and mother both died of old age. Cangjie was over one hundred and forty years old and too old to walk.

Not a single person of the same generation is left, and the little girl from a hundred years ago has been dead for more than ten years.

Shihuang tribe, in a remote corner, in a lonely wooden house.

Cangjie wrote the last word, and a smile appeared on his face.

A feeling of bliss appeared in his heart.

"The literary saint is returning to his throne!"

Xuanyuan said secretly, while raising his magic power to its peak, he guarded secretly.

There was thunder in the sky, and a five-color rainbow lifted Cangjie's body up. Soon, Cangjie was flying into the air.

He looked solemn and said loudly, "I, Cangjie of the Shihuang Tribe, created the top ten numbers today, three thousand mosquitoes. From then on, the human race's land will have unified writing and human race culture, which will be passed down to future generations and will be immortal forever!"

After Cangjie finished speaking, very golden characters appeared in mid-air.

They are lowercase Arabic numerals, from one to ten, arranged in order, with golden brilliance, reflecting the prehistoric times.

For a time, the ancient world was shaken, and the vast literary energy impacted the nine heavens and ten earth.

All the saints opened their eyes and looked at the lower world.

"What a strong literary spirit. The great prosperity of the human race is irresistible."

Taiqing, Shangqing, and Nuwa all lamented, first there were three emperors and five emperors, and then a literary saint was born. Who among all other races in the future can rival the human race?

Of course, Taiqing, Shangqing, and Nuwa are happy. There is a great cause and effect between them and the human race. If the human race is strong, they will naturally benefit from it.

But correspondingly, Yuqing, Zhunti, and Jieyin were not in such a good mood.

There is only so much luck in the prehistoric times. With the great prosperity of the human race, the luck gained will only become more and more.

On the contrary, the saints will naturally receive less luck. Luck is the foundation of Taoism, so how can they be happy?

In mid-air, Xuanyuan's aura spread out, and the quasi-sage's perfect pressure swept across the world, demonstrating the heritage of the human race.

At the same time, it will deter some people with evil intentions.

Cangjie was in mid-air, his fingers began to slide in mid-air, and each golden text appeared vividly in his hand.

Soon the sky was filled with stars, totaling three thousand avenues.

These three thousand runes are exactly the three thousand characters created by Cangjie.

Although there are only three thousand, they are all-encompassing and encompass all mysteries!

"This is the text that belongs exclusively to my human race!"

In Yujing Mountain, there were exclamations, numbers, and words. This is a milestone progress for the human race!

Numbers and words appeared together, and destiny appeared. The terrifying destiny of humanity, like a vast ocean, fell into Cangjie's body.

For a time, Cangjie's aura continued to rise, as if he was rejuvenated, his white hair fell out, and his thick black hair grew.

The wrinkles dissipated, and the terrifying vitality nourished his body through his limbs and bones.

Earth Immortal!

Fairy!

True fairy!

Xuanxian!

Golden Fairy!

Taiyi Golden Immortal!

Daluo Jinxian!

Almost in an instant, he crossed many great realms and came to the quasi-sage that countless monks look up to!

For a time, all the people in the prehistoric era were stunned.

"Humanity's destiny is indeed mysterious and terrifying!"

"That's a quasi-sage great monk. He's as powerful as the Heavenly Demon Clan back then, and the Buzhou Mountain Witch Clan is only a few dozen."

"How many quasi-holy monks are there in the human race now?"

"Heaven, Earth, Man, the Three Emperors, plus Cangjie, there are four people in total. Four quasi-sages are in charge. The human race really cannot afford to offend them in the future."

There are powerful men from all races who are sighing incessantly. They think back to the time when the Qingqiu Fox Clan, the Angel Clan, was the most tyrannical among all the races in the prehistoric times.

There are only three or four quasi-sages, but that is what they have accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

As for the human race, from its humble beginnings to its current great prosperity, it only took a total of hundreds of thousands of years, right?

Just thinking about these makes all races feel frightened.

In Kunlun Mountain and Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi's face was as indifferent as ever, with a hint of gloominess.

"Everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme. When great prosperity reaches its extreme, it will lead to decline. How can a small human race with a weak heel and legs be worthy of prosperity?"

Mount Sumeru, Western religion, the golden light is true, covering the heaven and earth, tranquil and peaceful.

"Brother, is there really some secret to this human race? It's so prosperous."

Zhunti is extremely envious of the four quasi-sages. If this continues, won't the human race be as good as the saints?

"Without a true sage, no matter how powerful it is, it will be like a castle in the air with no foundation."

Zhunti's eyes were as calm and peaceful as ever.

In the Shihuang tribe, as the Xuanyuan clan appeared, Cangjie immediately felt the familiar aura.
Chapter completed!