Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 109
After Haotian died, Xingtian returned to Pangu Palace, but the heavenly palace was in chaos.

At this time, Yaochi stood up and shouted: "All immortals, don't panic, His Majesty is reincarnated now. You should all perform your duties until His Majesty returns."

"Respect the decree of the empress."

Although Yaochi said this, she hated Xingtian so much that she was ready to file a complaint.She walked all the way towards Chaos Zixiao Palace.

Chaos and disorder, Zixiao Palace is neither here nor there. If Hongjun does not agree, no one can find Zixiao Palace. After all, there are countless Yuanhui friendships.

Yaochi looked at Zixiao Palace from a distance, with a sad face, and knelt down outside Zixiao Palace and said:
"I implore the master to be the master for me and my brother."

"Ugh!"

An old sigh seemed to come across time and space, and fell on Yaochi's ears regardless of the chaotic energy.

"Haotian is always in the Zixiao Palace. He has never experienced the vicissitudes of the human world and does not understand the suffering of all living beings. How can he be the emperor of heaven?"

"This time, I will borrow Xingtian's hand to let him go through a thousand and 750 calamities. He will return to his throne after the Yiyuanhui."

Yaochi was a little dissatisfied after hearing this, but he didn't dare to say more, so he bowed three times and left.

……

The Nanle tribe of the human race is a small tribe in the human race. The strongest among the tribe is only the high priest of the true immortal realm.

About a hundred years ago, a special child was born in this tribe. The child was born holy and had four eyes.

With the examples of Emperor Shennong and Xuanyuan in the past, everyone thought that this child would definitely be a great sage in the human race in the future.

He did not disappoint everyone. He practiced new martial arts and was a golden body monk at the age of only forty. He was No. 1 in this small tribe.

Just when the clan leader was about to pass the position on to him, he discovered during a sacrifice that many people did not recognize the innate divine patterns.

So, from there, he thought about the words about the human race himself every day, and his cultivation was no longer improved, and everyone felt sorry for it.

After that, he sat under a tree for more than 50 years, saying nothing and not caring about anything, just thinking about words.From time to time, I draw something on the ground with my hands!
On this day, an old man came to the Nanle tribe. The guards of the Nanle tribe quickly discovered him. A guard came over and said respectfully:

"Where are you going, elder?"

The old man looked at the guard with his cloudy eyes and said:

"I heard that there is a great talent here. He is only fifty years old and has a golden body. I wonder who he is?"

"The old man must be talking about Cangjie. This man was born more than a hundred years ago. He is indeed a genius, but he is currently in retreat."

"Here, there it is!"

The guard pointed to a tree in the distance. There was a pile of leaves under the tree, which was taller than the person sitting cross-legged.

The guard did not dare to despise what he saw in front of him. There was no cultivation wave in this old man, but how did a person without cultivation get here? The guard felt that he was stronger than Cang Jie in the golden body realm.

The old man walked towards the tree. With a flick of his sleeves, the leaves were swept away, revealing a white-haired old man.

Cang Jie raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, but he couldn't see through his cultivation. The martial arts will faintly emanating from this man was very oppressive, and Cang Jie felt that this man was at least infinite.

Cangjie stood up and said, "Cangjie from the Nanle tribe has met my senior."

The old man gently helped Cangjie up.

Cangjie was very surprised. The Nanle tribe was not strong. He was the strongest in the tribe. Where did such a being who was at least a heavenly being come from?What's the purpose?

The old man looked at Cang Jie with a pleasant look and asked slowly: "Cang Jie, what are you doing?"

After hearing this, Cangjie immediately stood up straight and said with a serious face:

"The innate divine patterns are profound and difficult to understand. Most of the people in our race are ordinary people and cannot understand the innate divine patterns. I want to create a written language for my tribe to open up wisdom."

The old man became even happier after hearing this. He smiled and asked, "What can you gain?"

Cangjie suddenly felt a little depressed after hearing this. He shook his head and said: "I don't have any clue." The old man laughed and said to Cangjie: "As you see, all living beings have their own shapes. You might as well use their shapes as a guide to create something." The writing is so simple and easy to understand.”

Cangjie's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he bowed down and said, "Thank you, elder, for your advice."

From then on, Cangjie seemed to be possessed by a demon. Every day he drew something on a stone slab and muttered something at the same time!
He stayed under the tree for three full years, and the old man also stayed with him under the tree for three years. Finally one day, Cangjie raised his head, his eyes so bright that they seemed to shine.

He stood up, and a white cloud lifted him up under his feet and flew into the sky.

Cangjie was dressed in sackcloth and held a stone slab in his hand.

"The way of heaven is above. Today, I, the Cangjie family, feel the profoundness of the innate divine patterns, and specially create the writing of our people for inheritance."

After saying that, a dark cloud condensed in the sky, as black as ink, making people breathless, with traces of purple arcs flashing in it, exuding an astonishing momentum.

Since Kunpeng created Yaowen, Zixiao Shenlei has reappeared in the wild.

Writing is for spying on the Tao. The Tao cannot be spread lightly, how can it be spread wantonly?
Cangjie was not afraid of the terrifying Zixiao Shenlei above him, he stretched out his finger and wrote on the slate.

"sky"

"land"

"people"

"Tao"

After writing the four words, the golden light on the stone slab burst out with infinite power, and the purple sky thunder from the sky also came down and struck on the stone slab.

As Cangjie wrote more and more words, a trace of five-color aura appeared in the sky, hanging on the horizon like neon.

There were cries of ghosts and howls all around, the sky and the earth were eclipsed, and beasts ran around, forming a tide of beasts, overwhelmingly attacking the human tribe.

At this time, the old man who had been talking to Cangjie suddenly opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "Bold."

A seal appeared in his hand. It was golden and entwined with nine dragons. It was the Kongtong Seal. It was self-evident that this person was Huang Tian.

The Kongtong Seal in Emperor Tian's hand blooms with immeasurable divine light, connecting the long river of humanity and conveying messages to all tribes.

At this time, there is no need for Emperor Tian to take action. The human race has developed for many years. Each large tribe has at least ten ancient martial arts heavenly beings. There are at least five immortal golden immortals in the medium tribes. There are at least heavenly realm monks in the small tribes.

Those beast tides attack the human tribes just to add a meal of meat to the human warriors.

When the people of the Nanle tribe saw Huang Tian, ​​they all knelt down and worshiped: "I have met the ancestor Huang Tian."

"Exemption."

Huangtian's eyes were fixed on Cangjie who was going through the tribulation above.
Purple divine thunder struck down one after another, and the stone slab in Cang Jie's hand shone brighter and brighter.

It was originally just the most ordinary stone slab, but because Cangjie carved words on it, it became extraordinary. At this time, it was even comparable to the innate spiritual treasure.

The purple sky divine thunder kept striking down, and gradually, Cangjie couldn't hold on any longer. His hair was already turning white, and wrinkles appeared on his face. This was also heaven's punishment.

Cangjie raised the slate in his hand and shouted:
"Writing inspires wisdom and achieves civilization. Humanity and civilization emerge."

Following Cang Jie's voice, the words written by Cang Jie appeared in the minds of all the people in the prehistoric era. Suddenly, a glimmer of civilization appeared on all the people, and they all converged towards Cang Jie.

A little bit of white light of civilization sank into Cangjie's body, Cangjie's whole body shone brightly, and his cultivation was steadily rising.

Heavenly beings, boundless, magical powers, did not stop until the late stage of magical power. Although they practiced today's martial arts and had no ability to defeat immortals, it was easy to defeat a late-stage quasi-sage who did not have good spiritual treasures.

Facing Cang Jie's improved cultivation, the threat of Zixiao Divine Thunder was instantly reduced a lot, and Cang Jie successfully survived the thunder disaster.

At this point, the human race has its own writing,

(End of this chapter)