Chapter 63: Capable Enough

Having witnessed all this, Tongtian Jiaozhu burst into continuous laughter, took another sip of wine, and left with a carefree air.

Zhou Yi's success today is also a silent rebuttal to some people, and he feels extremely elated. The Taiyi Shen, who had been excited and hopeful, is now deeply disappointed, because he did not expect that the heavenly punishment would fail to bring Zhou Yi down.

Di Qu secretly feels relieved that he did not act impulsively; otherwise the current situation would be very awkward.

In the sky, Zhou Yi moves with split‑second urgency.

That black lightning is clearly different from ordinary heavenly decrees.

No one can predict whether an even more terrifying strike will suddenly descend.

He must seize the time to complete the task at hand, ensuring that these characters can exist stably.

Hongjun originally thought everything was over, closed his eyes, but discovered that Zhou Yi had not died.

When he prepared to act again, Zhou Yi had already finished writing the final character.

Starting with the Human Race and ending with the clan.

At this moment, the Heaven Tribulation has become a thing of the past; even if Hongjun wishes to make any change, it is already too late.

The sky‑filled thunderstorms seemed to sense the shift in circumstances and began to gradually dissipate.

What followed was a golden auspicious light, spreading across half the sky as swiftly as a tide.

This radiance contained a rich merit energy, its magnitude so great that it nearly reached half of a Saint's merit.

Such a spectacular sight left every creature of the Vast Wilderness World in awe.

Many powerful beings felt a mixture of five flavors in their hearts, their complex emotions intertwining.

The two Western Saints watched the scene from afar; Zhunti wore a face of remorse, sighing continuously.

"Senior brother, if we had acted earlier and guided Zhou Yi toward the West, this merit should have belonged to us."

Jieyin squinted slightly, then said, "Junior brother, it's not that there is no chance at all; watch, and one day it will fall into our hands."

His gaze revealed a steadfast confidence.

At this point, he had already deeply recognized Zhou Yi's unique value.

Under everyone's gaze, the creation of the characters was completed flawlessly.

All characters seemed to be imbued with life, leaping from the stone tablets, merging with heaven and earth, becoming a widely recognized script.

Meanwhile, the stone tablets that originally bore the characters underwent an astonishing transformation under the influence of merit; thousands of tablets fused into a single jade stone, faint golden light encircling it.

Finally, the jade stone slowly descended into Zhou Yi's hand.

"What a treasure, this is even better than the previous Destiny City Wall," Zhou Yi thought joyfully, unable to help but exclaim.

The power contained in this treasure exceeded his expectations and will surely provide a tremendous impetus to the development of the Human Race.

The merit energy in the sky poured down like the Milky Way, covering the entire territory of the Human Race.

This powerful force not only enriched every individual's spirit, but also some of it flowed into Hou Tu and Yu Qiang's bodies.

"Can we get a share too?" Yu Qiang asked with a puzzled expression, scratching his head, completely bewildered.

I was just joining the fun, helping carry the stone tablets, how could I obtain such precious merit?

It should be noted that even the Wu Clan is well aware of the preciousness of merit.

"You've been with us all along, helping move the stone tablets; that is also a kind of merit," Zhou Yi's voice sounded at the right moment.

At some point, he had already returned to his original spot and, smiling at Yu Qiang beside him, said.

Yu Qiang was startled by Zhou Yi's sudden appearance, secretly surprised, because he had not noticed the other's arrival at all.

This alone can illustrate one point: during the creation of the characters, Zhou Yi's strength was further enhanced.

"What, looking at me like that, not happy?" Zhou Yi teased, noticing Yu Qiang's expression change.

This time, Yu Qiang did not shout as usual, but silently shook his head.

He indeed felt he had gotten a huge bargain, obtaining such precious merit within just five years—a chance many others only dream of.

However, these merits have not yet been fully absorbed and refined by Yu Qiang.

After returning to the past for a while, he believes his abilities will be further enhanced.

At this moment, Fang Yun returned to Zhou Yi's side. Because he had rushed to rescue someone earlier, his hair crown was scattered and his clothes were wrinkled, making him look rather disheveled.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi personally tidied his hair crown and gently brushed the dust off his body.

"Thank you." At the moment of his awakening, he heard others relay Fang Yun's words and poems from the crisis, which provided him with tremendous assistance.

"I only played a supporting role; the one who truly revived you was not me," Fang Yun waved his hand, refusing credit. He knows he was not the decisive factor.

Zhou Yi nodded, saying little. He had roughly understood the source of the power that revived him at the crucial moment, but it was not convenient to disclose it now.

"The characters have been born, and the Way of the Script has thus been opened. From now on you must strive even harder," Zhou Yi said, looking at Fang Yun with anticipation in his eyes.

The emergence of this new script ignited the spark of cultural inheritance, and Fang Yun will be the first torchbearer to carry this light.

At this moment, Fang Yun was thrilled. While everyone recited the characters, he could clearly feel his own righteous qi growing.

He couldn't help but imagine: if everyone could read, compose poetry and lyrics, how astonishing a realm his righteous qi would reach? How powerful would the Human Race become?

Fang Yun foresaw that once the script spread among the people, this world would become stronger than before. "Since we now have characters and poetry, and you are here, now is the perfect time for enlightenment," he said.

"I will entrust this task to you and Yu Hao. Every member of the tribe, from the age of understanding, must receive continuous script education for at least nine years, even those with cultivation talent are no exception," he said, his tone firm and unquestionable.

Hou Tu, hearing Zhou Yi's words, furrowed his brows slightly and raised a question: "Zhou Yi, this requires a massive consumption of resources; shouldn't your Human Race focus on development?"

"Culture is the core pillar of a nation. In my view, while production and development are important, the promotion of culture is equally indispensable."

Zhou Yi calmly looked at Hou Tu, "I trust you can accomplish it; this matter is now entrusted to you."

Zhou Yi extended his hand with a gesture, and the jade‑transformed stone tablet lightly flew toward Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was astonished, and the people around also displayed expressions of disbelief.

This merit treasure was given to others so easily, especially considering its offensive and defensive value; its preciousness is self‑evident.

Fang Yun's eyes were moist, full of gratitude: "Human Ancestor, rest assured, the culture of the Human Race will surely flourish. If we fail, I am willing to atone with my life."

"Alright, I believe your ability is sufficient to be capable; there's no need to say such things," Zhou Yi said, gently patting his shoulder.

After that, Zhou Yi turned around and looked down at the crowd below; they were already weeping with tears streaming down their faces.

A few hours earlier, Zhou Yi lay on the ground motionless, almost regarded as dead.