Honghuang: People in Jiejiao, picking up entries to prove Hunyuan

Tong Ling held their bodies with his magic power, and Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi were unable to truly bow to Tong Ling.

Of course, if they bowed to Tong Ling after listening to his words, it would obviously mean that they rejected the proposal Tong Ling had just made.

At this moment, the three human ancestors did not insist on performing the ceremony of thanksgiving, indicating that they were still thinking about whether to let Tong Ling, a foreigner, take the position of the human race's ancestor of literature.

Tong Ling was not anxious or urged when he saw this.

The human race's ancestor of literature is not simply a high position and power.

It is a symbol of the human race.

It is second only to Suiren and other three human ancestors.

If a foreigner takes the position, if the foreigner has bad intentions and makes a move in the inheritance of literature and Taoism, it can really distort or even control the entire human race's morphological consciousness.

So it must be cautious.

Tong Ling could understand it very well, so he was not in a hurry. He looked at Suiren, Youchao and Ziyi with a calm face as they exchanged glances with each other.

Tong Ling did not have to wait too long.

Suiren and the other three ancestors of the human race understood each other's thoughts almost at the moment their eyes met.

Agree and identify!

The three ancestors of the human race were willing to believe Tong Ling, the disciple of Jiejiao who protected the human race, and were willing to believe Tong Ling, a foreigner who was not from the human race, and were willing to let Tong Ling take the position of the ancestor of human literature.

Besides, the human race's writing was also created by Tong Ling. If he could not serve as the ancestor of human literature, even if a human race ascended the throne of the ancestor of writing in the future, he would definitely be uneasy or embarrassed.

The ancestor of a path must be the creator of this path, and only then can he be qualified to be called the ancestor.

The ancestor of literature, of course, can only be qualified if he created the writing and opened up the existence of the way of literature.

If someone else in the future ascends to the position of the ancestor of literature, I'm afraid they will feel ashamed as a joke.

Suirenshi and other three ancestors of the human race stood up.

Suirenshi looked at Tong Ling solemnly and said, "Daoyou, when you create the human language and completely connect the human luck, we, the three ancestors of the human race, will announce that you, Daoyou, will become the ancestor of literature of our human race."

"When you become the ancestor of literature, Daoyou will be considered a member of our human race, and also the leader of our human race. You must work hard for the growth of our human race in the future."

"Of course!" Tong Ling nodded after hearing this.

When he becomes the ancestor of literature of the human race, he must consider the development of the human race.

When the human race becomes stronger, he, the ancestor of literature of the human race, can enjoy more of the human luck and improve his cultivation faster with the help of luck.

After improving his cultivation with the help of the human luck, Tong Ling can lead the development of the human race with his own strength.

Mutual benefit and mutual promotion are a good thing.

"In this case, please start creating characters! We are waiting to see!" After saying that, Suiren looked at Tong Ling with expectant eyes.

Youchao and Ziyi were no exception.

"Don't worry, to create characters and open up the literary way, you need the treasure of the literary way, which is called pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Tong Ling said.

Looking at the increasingly curious eyes of Suiren, Youchao and Ziyi, he stretched out his hand and four strangely shaped objects appeared in front of him.

It was exactly the appearance of pen, ink, paper and inkstone in Tong Ling's previous life memory.

But it was also slightly different.

This pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all transformed from a part of Tong Ling himself.

The pen is a rhizome of Tong Ling, the ink is a small amount of Tong Ling's own blood, the paper is a lotus leaf of Tong Ling, and the inkstone is a part of the stem separated by Tong Ling.

The reason for this is that he used part of himself to turn into a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so that when he opened up the human race's literary way, he could use the merit of opening up the literary way to improve himself to the greatest extent.

Refining other spiritual treasures as the treasures of opening up the literary way, although he could have four more treasures of merit, they were still external objects.

It was not as good as using part of himself to carry the literary way.

"Now that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are out, we can officially create characters now!" Tong Ling chuckled and threw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone into the sky. Suddenly, these four future treasures of opening up the literary way began to automatically swim in the void sky.

The pen transformed from the rhizome was stained with the golden blood floating on the stem, and was written on the lotus leaf according to Tong Ling's thoughts.

The first word was "人".

The pen fell into words and appeared on the lotus leaf.

The human race's characters officially appeared in the world!

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, purple air fell, silver flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and waves of congratulatory fairy sounds rang out...

Endless golden light began to surge in the sky, gradually gathering and condensing into a golden light column that penetrated the sky and the earth.

"What a strong strange phenomenon! Such rich merits of the heavenly way!" The three ancestors of the human race, including Suiren, who were not far away, saw this scene and were shocked.

This time, Tong Ling's contribution to the creation of characters and the opening up of the literary way is definitely comparable to their original ignition of the fire., and the first house and the first piece of clothing for the human race.

In a sense, it even exceeds that.

It is only because they are the ancestors of the human race and have the innate advantage of leading the human race that their contributions are so great.

In fact, the contribution of opening up the human race's culture is still greater than theirs.

Tong Ling controlled the pen transformed by the rhizome, wrote the first character "人", and then continued to write.

He wrote three characters in succession, namely "族", "当", and "兴", which together mean "人族当兴"!

After writing these four characters, the vision in the sky went a step further.

The golden light of merit completely condensed into a pillar of merit light.

Tong Ling did not stop and continued to write.

Tong, Ling, Sui, You, Chao, Zi, Yi... and so on, plus the four characters of "人族当兴" in front, a total of 129,600 characters.

After these characters were written out by Tong Ling, the luck of the human race soared, and at the same time, the golden pillar of merit fell straight down from the sky.

It was split into two, half fell on Tong Ling, and the other half fell on the entire human race.

Tong Ling bathed in the golden light of merit, and felt that the human race's luck gradually began to divide a part of it towards him, strengthening his own luck.

'The human race's luck has been initially bound to me, and the rest is to achieve the position of the human race's literary ancestor, and to be completely bound to the human race's luck! ' Tong Ling thought, and said loudly: "Heaven is above, now I, Tong Ling, have created 129,600 human characters, opened up the human race's literary way, and want to achieve the position of the human race's literary ancestor. Please see it!"

As the voice fell, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, but Tong Ling felt that the human race's luck was not completely bound to him.

Tong Ling knew that this was because the three ancestors of the human race had not officially recognized his position as the human race's literary ancestor.

His eyes turned to the three ancestors of the human race who were watching not far away.

Suiren, Youchao and Ziyi immediately knew that it was time for them to help Tong Ling.

Suiren was the first to speak: "God is above. Tong Ling has created characters for our human race and opened up our human race's culture. His achievements are unparalleled and his benefits are eternal. He can be our human race's ancestor of culture. Please see it!"

Youchao and Ziyi followed suit and made their own announcements.

As soon as the three major human races recognized him, Tong Ling immediately felt something different.

The human race's luck was immediately connected to him, and he could mobilize a part of the human race's luck at will.

At the same time, the sound of thunder in the sky became louder and louder, celebrating the birth of the ancestor of culture for the human race.

Other prehistoric races close to the human race were all a little shocked and confused at this time.

Isn't it just that a human race has given birth to an ancestor of culture?

Why is there such a big commotion between heaven and earth? Is there something abnormal about this human race?

In the Wu tribe, Hou Tu looked at the huge vision in the direction of the human race, and thought of Tong Ling, who had talked to her before, with a look of doubt in her eyes.

Not only Hou Tu, but also other great masters of the prehistoric world who were close to the human race, were also lost in thought as they looked at the strange scene above the gathering place of the human race.

As for those high and mighty saints of the Heavenly Dao, they did not look at the human race at this time, but their attention was all attracted by the saints’ battle on Mount Xumi in the western part of the prehistoric world.