Chapter 598

Having spoken, he opened his beak and gently spat.

A small cluster of golden flames, only the size of a fist, emitting a gentle light and heat, drifted down lightly and landed on the open ground at the center of the tribe.

The flames touched the dry grass on the ground, yet did not blaze fiercely as imagined, but remained docile in a small area, jumping quietly, emitting a warmth that set hearts at ease.

Fire Crow Elder carried over a few pieces of dry firewood in his beak, threw them into the fire, demonstrating how to add wood, how to keep the flames burning.

Then, he used his claws to grab a piece of bloody pork, placing it on the flames to roast.

Very quickly, an unprecedented scent, full of tempting fragrance, wafted out.

All the humans who smelled this scent could not help but swallow their saliva, their stomachs rumbling unpromisingly.

Fire Crow Elder tossed the roasted meat in front of Sui.

Sui looked at that piece of roasted meat, its outer skin charred yellow, sizzling with oil, hesitated for a moment, then carefully tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

An indescribable deliciousness instantly exploded on his taste buds!

It was the taste of cooked food he had never experienced before!

"Delicious!"

"Too delicious!"

Sui shouted excitedly, he divided the roasted meat among the clansmen beside him.

Very quickly, the entire tribe boiled over.

They surrounded that bonfire, cheering, leaping, using the most primitive dance to express their gratitude and joy.

Fire Crow Elder watched this scene, and in those eyes originally full of disdain, a trace of strange color also appeared.

He suddenly felt that Great Emperor Taiyi's strategy might... not be as simple as he imagined.

He imprinted the method of preserving the fire seed, as well as the method of drilling wood to make fire, into the minds of Sui and the Tribe Wisdom Keepers through Divine Sense.

Having done all this, he once again let out a high-pitched cry, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the cloud layers.

This night, the "He" Tribe was brightly lit.

All humans gathered around the bonfire, sharing the fragrant roasted meat, their faces glowing with unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.

Children no longer cried because they feared the darkness, elders no longer trembled because of the night's cold.

The jumping light of the bonfire reflected on everyone's faces, and also reflected in those eyes that had begun to flicker with the light of wisdom.

Sui did not eat much roasted meat.

He held a burning wooden stick, staring foolishly at that jumping flame.

He thought of that mountain cave, thought of that strange black bone.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, and holding the burning wooden stick, on the rock wall beside him, he clumsily drew a crooked symbol representing "fire".

The fire seed of civilization was thus ignited.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Baodian.

A huge Heavenly Mirror floated suspended in the hall, clearly reflecting the scene on the Great Wasteland earth of the human "He" Tribe rejoicing after obtaining the fire seed.

Di Jun watched those humans singing and dancing around the bonfire, their faces glowing with pure joy, watched those strands of Belief Power, though weak, continuously converging into the Heavenly Court Gold Dragon, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Younger Brother truly has Divine Machine and Wonderful Calculation. A mere cluster of mortal fire, and the humans' hearts turn to my Heavenly Court like arrows returning to the target; such means surpass a million Divine Soldiers." Di Jun sighed from the heart.

Beside him, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the other Yao Shen, watching the scene in the Heavenly Mirror, also had varied expressions.

Fuxi twirled his long beard, his eyes full of admiration. From that jumping bonfire, he saw a flame called civilization burning fiercely.

And Kunpeng, his brow was tightly furrowed.

He still did not believe that this bit of insignificant Belief Power could have any influence on the overall situation.

"Elder Brother, this is only the First Step."

From the Soft Couch in the corner, Gu Yuan's voice sounded again.

Di Jun's spirit roused, he immediately drew near, humbly asking for instruction: "Younger Brother, how should we proceed next?"

"With fire, humans have learned survival. But to make them truly become 'Human', one more thing is needed."

Gu Yuan extended his pale fingers, and in the void, lightly drew a simple symbol.

It was a circle, with a dot added in the middle.

"Writing."

"Writing?" Di Jun repeated once, a puzzled look appearing in his eyes again.

"Correct." Gu Yuan nodded, "Language vanishes in an instant. Only writing can carry thought, transmit knowledge, record history."

"We must make them learn to write. Learn to use writing to record my Heavenly Court's grace; learn to use writing to praise the Heavenly Emperor's mighty name; learn to use writing to learn my Yao Clan's laws."

"When they pick up the Stone Pen, and the First Character they carve is Heaven, is Emperor, they will forever become my Heavenly Court's most loyal subjects. This is Teaching."

Gu Yuan's words, like a bolt of lightning, split open the fog in Di Jun's mind.

He understood in an instant!

This is the true Fire-bottom Salary Extraction plan!

The Witch Clan uses Bloodline Inheritance, crude and direct.

And my Yao Clan will use civilization, use culture, from the root of thought, to thoroughly assimilate the humans!

This method is ten thousand times more brilliant than simple Martial Conquest!

"Marvelous! Truly marvelous!" Di Jun clapped his hands in great praise, "Then how should this writing be created? And who should be sent to teach it?"

"This matter cannot be achieved by one person's strength." Gu Yuan said with confidence, "I have a few simple symbols here, just Throwing Bricks to Attract Jade."

Having spoken, his Divine Thought moved, transmitting the dozen or so most basic pictographic characters — "Sun, Moon, Mountain, River, Wood, Human" — into Di Jun's Divine Consciousness.

"Elder Brother may command Fuxi, using these few symbols as a basis, referencing the forms of all things in Heaven and Earth, combining the Eight Trigrams Symbols he excels in, to create a complete human writing system."

"Fuxi is my Yao Clan's First Wisdom Keeper; having him handle this matter could not be more suitable."

"Good!" Di Jun agreed without the slightest hesitation.

He turned his head, looking at Fuxi in the hall, and said in a clear voice: "Sheep Emperor, this matter is entrusted to you. I grant you a hundred years; you must create for the human race a set of writing sufficient to be passed down for ten thousand generations!"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi first froze, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

To have him, this Yao Clan Sheep Emperor who holds the River Chart and Luo Book and deduces the myriad phenomena of the Zhou Tian, go be an enlightenment teacher for a group of primitive humans who eat hair and drink blood, and create "one two three four"?

If this spreads, I'm afraid it will make those few fellows of the Three Purities laugh their teeth out.

But this is Di Jun's command, and even more so the Divine Strategy of that unfathomable Great Emperor Taiyi.

Fuxi dared not delay, bowing to accept the order: "Your subject, obeys the decree."

He sighed inwardly; he was afraid he had become the most noble "schoolteacher" in the history of the Great Wasteland.

……

For a time, the entire Yao Clan Heavenly Court revolved around the matter of the "Human Teaching," operating at high speed.

The Fire Crow Clan became the Heavenly Court's "Holy Fire Envoys," responsible for spreading the Fire Seed to every Human Tribe across the Honghuang Dadi.

And the Sheep Emperor Fuxi shut himself in the Fuxi Palace, using the River Chart and Luo Book as a deduction plate, combining the dozen or so "Fire Star Script" characters Gu Yuan had given, and began neglecting sleep and food to create the human race's writing.

The Heavenly Court's various actions naturally fell under the eyes of the great powers of all sides in the Great Wasteland.

The Wu Clan, as before, sneered at this, believing the Yao Clan was at their wits' end and not doing their proper business.

And the Three Purities of Kunlun Mountain had varying reactions.

Yuanshi Tianzun, as before, looked on with disdain, believing Fuxi lowering his status simply lost all face for the Ancient Gods.

Tongtian Jiaozhu, on the other hand, was quite interested, often sweeping his Divine Sense over the Fuxi Palace, wanting to see just what Fuxi could come up with.

Only Taishang Laojun, on a certain day, seemed to have comprehended something from the Heavenly Court's actions; on that Ancient Well No Ripple face, for the first time appeared a pensive expression.

He said lightly to the empty Da Dian: "The merit of teaching... so that's how it is."