Chapter 600

Heavy rain poured down.

Thunder split the night sky, illuminating the western wasteland's Manghuang Forest.

Cang hid in a cramped mountain cave.

He was covered in blood, muddy water and blood water mixed together, sliding down his cheeks.

The torch in his arms had already gone out, leaving only a warm piece of charred wood.

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

Cang curled up in the corner, his mind replaying the scene of his tribesmen's tragic deaths.

Those monsters, those green-faced, fanged monsters.

The Heavenly Court protected them, gave them fire.

But the deities of the Heavenly Court did not appear when the monsters descended.

Cang did not blame the Heavenly Court.

He understood a truth.

On this land, weakness is original sin.

The deities are too high to look after all the ants.

Ants want to live, they can only rely on themselves.

By the occasional flash of lightning from outside the cave, Cang looked toward the depths of the cave.

There, a piece of black bone lay still.

This bone was found in the cave.

He does not remember when he noticed it.

On the bone, some twisted, eerie patterns were carved.

Cang stared at those patterns.

For some reason, he felt those patterns were moving.

Like they were alive, speaking something to him.

【Understand it……】

【Master it……】

A hidden voice whispered in his heart.

Cang extended his mud-and-blood-stained finger.

He did not go to touch that bone.

In his mind appeared leaping flames, his tribesmen's flowing blood, and the great mountain his tribe leaned against.

He turned around, facing the smooth stone wall.

Finger pressed down.

Fresh blood left a striking red mark on the stone wall.

One left-falling stroke, one right-falling stroke.

"Person."

Cang hoarsely spat out a syllable.

Boom!

At the moment this stroke was completed.

Above the Nine Heavens, a thick bolt of Purple Solar Divine Thunder exploded, as if it wanted to split the entire wasteland in two!

The originally pitch-black night sky was instantly covered by endless purple qi.

Purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand li!

Deep underground, a mournful ghost crying and god howling sound was transmitted.

Countless yin souls wailed, in fear.

Heavenly millet rain, ghosts cry at night!

Text, came into being.

This is not the profound ancient script that Fuxi is painstakingly deducing in the Fuxi Palace, containing the great Dao of heaven and earth.

This is the simplest, most unadorned, yet most in accord with the human spirit's text!

It does not seek to penetrate heaven and earth, only seeks to record survival, pass on the fire salve.

Deep in Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun, sitting cross-legged on the Creation Jade Disc, half-closed his eyes slightly opened, glanced down at the lower realm, the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch a faint arc.

……

Heavenly Court, Fuxi Palace.

Fuxi sat cross-legged on the Eight Trigrams Platform, with the River Chart and Luo Book floating before him.

His brow was tightly furrowed, his fingertips constantly tracing in the void.

"Sun, moon, mountain, river..."

He was deducing the basic symbols Gu Yuan gave him, trying to construct a complete writing system.

Suddenly.

The River Chart and Luo Book violently trembled.

The few golden characters just formed in the void, as if struck heavily, instantly shattered!

"Pfft!"

Fuxi was struck as if by lightning, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

"What's going on?!"

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring fixedly at the lower realm.

"Heavenly secrets... severed?"

Fuxi's eyes were full of shock: "The human race... they invented writing themselves?!"

Western Wasteland, inside a mountain cave.

Cangjie stared blankly at the bloody character on the stone wall.

Next moment.

Heaven rending open.

Wuji Innate Mysterious Yellow Merit and Virtue Golden Light, like a waterfall from the Nine Heavens, poured down directly, ignoring the mountain cave's obstruction, enveloping Cangjie completely.

The invention of writing is the beginning of teaching, the foundation of inheritance.

Such merit is comparable to several major events since the creation of heaven and earth!

Golden light entering the body.

Cangjie's frail mortal body began to undergo an earth-shattering transformation.

His depleted qi and blood instantly filled, like rivers surging forth. His fragile meridians were widened and strengthened, shimmering with a jade-like luster.

His cultivation rose at a speed defying the norms of the Great Wasteland, soaring madly.

Short dozens of breaths.

Golden Immortal!

Cangjie opened his eyes, his pupils no longer clouded with confusion and fear, replaced instead by profound wisdom and steadfast resolve.

He looked at his powerful hands.

"My name, Cangjie."

Eighty percent of that massive merit fell into Cangjie's body.

The remaining twenty percent lingered in midair for a moment, transformed into a long rainbow, and shot straight toward the Yao Clan Heavenly Court above the Nine Heavens.

Because the Heavenly Court protected the human race, passed down the fire seed, and opened the enlightenment of their wisdom, thus establishing a karmic bond.

Lingxiao Baodian.

The Qi Luck Golden Dragon coiled atop the hall's celestial canopy suddenly opened its giant mouth, swallowing that twenty percent of merit into its belly.

"Roar——!"

The golden dragon let out a cry of extreme ease and comfort.

The qi luck, which had been slightly damaged by the Asura Clan's slaughter, was instantly replenished, and even became more solid and vast than before.

On the golden dragon's scales, a trace of the Innate Mysterious Yellow hue appeared.

Inside the hall, all demons trembled.

"Heaven-bestowed merit! Heaven blesses my Yao Clan!" Kunpeng was the first to react, shouting his congratulations.

The other Yao Jiang also bowed down one after another, their faces filled with wild joy.

Di Jun looked at the now even more mighty Qi Luck Golden Dragon, the anger in his heart dissipating by half, a smile appearing on his face.

He turned his head, looking toward Gu Yuan on the soft cushion.

"Younger brother, do you see? The human race invented writing, heaven bestowed merit! Our Heavenly Court gained twenty percent, qi luck greatly increased!" Di Jun's tone could not conceal his excitement.

However.

Gu Yuan did not smile.

"Younger brother?" Di Jun sensed something amiss.

Gu Yuan lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the reveling demons in the hall, as if looking at a group of fools.

"Elder brother, do you think this is a good thing?" Gu Yuan's voice was extremely soft, yet it echoed clearly in the hall.

"Twenty percent of the merit from the invention of writing equals millions of years of bitter cultivation by my Yao Clan. Qi luck greatly increased—how is this not a good thing?" Di Jun did not understand.

Gu Yuan gave a light laugh, tinged with mockery.

"Picking up sesame seeds while losing a watermelon."

He sat up straight, placing the warm stove to one side.

"Elder brother, the human race has just learned to use fire to roast meat, they can't even weave clothes. What do you think enables them to leap over the long ages of knot-tying records and, in a single night, comprehend the words that seize the creation of heaven and earth?"

Inside the hall, silence fell instantly.

The demons were stunned.

Gu Yuan's gaze was deep and distant, looking toward the direction of Zixiao Palace.

"Someone dislikes that we have gripped the human race too tightly, and wants to loosen the bonds for them."