Prehistoric: The supreme human race, abolishing the throne of Nuwa

The cultivation of the human race is in full swing.

Although all the races in the prehistoric era are watching, no one dares to easily step into the territory of the human race and ask for trouble.

After all, Chu Feng's fierce achievements were still in front of him. Even Dong Huang was beheaded and Nuwa's holy body was smashed to pieces. No one was arrogant enough to compete with these two and challenge Chu Feng.

Without the intrusion of all races, the prosperity of the human race is growing wantonly.

Chu Feng shuttled between the stone houses, occasionally interacting with the children, and sometimes taking them to travel around the world to feel the natural laws of all things.

If we say that among the human race, the most popular one is Chu Feng, even many three-year-old children can get close to him and show their affinity with him.

As usual, Chu Feng, who was not strolling around the holy pool, was also shuttling between the stone houses. Occasionally, he would chat about household matters and gossip to enrich his life.

On this day, Chu Feng was teaching the children how to wield a sword when he heard someone coming from a distance, calling the name of the Supreme Being in a low voice.

Chu Feng turned around and saw a man standing in the corner of the stone house not far away.

The man quickly stepped forward, first greeted him with greetings, and then put forward his own ideas.

"Creating words?" Chu Feng was a little surprised and froze at the same time.

The man hurriedly said at this moment: "Nowadays, all races have writing, and the Grand Master also uses divine patterns. When we, the human race, established the world, we should also have our own writing."

He looked happy, and he was very happy that Chu Feng had really thought about this matter.

Afterwards, Chu Feng nodded slowly, feeling that it was indeed time to do something in this regard.

After thinking carefully, Chu Feng lowered his head and glanced at the man in front of him. He saw that the man had double pupils. Chu Feng immediately felt something in his heart and solemnly said: "In this case, the important task of creating characters will be left to you from today on."

He asked the man if he had a name, but the man hesitated and said nothing.

Chu Feng thought for a moment and said, "From now on, your name is Cang Jie."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your words. I will definitely live up to Your Majesty's expectations."

When the man saw this, he looked solemn and immediately greeted him.

Chu Feng thought in his heart that although he could create words, he did not want to take away such merit or do it. The human race should have its own way and cannot rely on itself for everything.

What's more, the human race needs more strong people. No matter what field, there must be leaders.

After that day, Cangjie began to study without sleep or food, but how difficult was it to create characters? It's not something that can be accomplished overnight.

In the days to come, a man with double pupils would always come to the place of cultivation to look for Chu Feng and ask.

After a long time, someone came to ask Cangjie what was going on. When they learned that he was making up characters, the human race's enthusiasm inevitably surged again.

Sometimes Xuandu and Zhen Yuanzi would also give some help, and Cangjie naturally refused.

However, even so, it still took Cangjie twenty years to create more than a hundred characters. However, the combination of these more than a hundred characters can satisfy daily records.

Cangjie's creation of characters stopped temporarily here.

As the Supreme Being, Chu Feng naturally paid special attention to the progress of character creation. When that day came, he rang the Human Emperor Bell. After nine rings, all the races gathered.

For the human race, this is a grand event that cannot be forgotten. You have to witness it with your own eyes so that you won’t feel regretful.

On this day, even the practicing humans stopped. They gathered not far away, with smiles on their faces and great expectations.

Under the gaze of everyone, Cangjie raised the wooden board high, reported to the sky, and opened his mouth to read the first word: "五"

Before the voice fell, the vision suddenly changed.

When Chu Feng raised his head, protection had already been secretly raised.

However, although huge changes have taken place in the sky, there are no dark clouds covering the sky, but a bright golden color.

It looks like an overturned golden ocean hanging upside down in the sky. As far as the eye can see, it is vast and boundless.

The golden light ripples like sea waves, each wave carrying terrifying power, as if it contains the heavens, appearing with the waves, and being extinguished with the waves.

This vision directly attracted the attention of all races in the wild.

From the top of Cloud Nine, a golden light suddenly fell down, forming a pillar of light.

At the same time, a golden character '五' appeared high in the sky, as big as a giant mountain, shrouded in golden light beams.

The humans on the top of Kongtong Mountain looked up and felt the warmth wrapped in the golden light at this moment, feeling extremely comfortable all over their bodies.

"Successful." Xuandu was overjoyed and pointed at the big character suspended in the sky.

The rest of the human race passed on word of mouth, and saw the Wu character hovering in the sky, bursting out with dazzling golden light, like a big sun, lingering around the laws of heaven.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded and said with emotion: "The human race finally has its own writing."

Chu Feng in the distance put his hands on his hips and smiled.

Next, every time Cang Jie read a word, a golden light pillar would fall from the golden ocean above the sky, and then the word would be reflected in it, creating a flood of advertising.

The aura of heaven is no stranger to the strong, especially in the past twenty years.

Back then, the supreme beings of the human race were attracted one after another, so even the younger generation of all races were familiar with it.

More than a hundred words shot straight into the sky. How dazzling were those pillars of light on the boundary of Kongtong at this time? The earth seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, and the waves were magnificent.

The leaves are rustling and falling, and the air mixed with the breeze is filled with the breath of heaven, which is extremely friendly and no longer as violent as it used to be.

When the 100th word appeared, heaven shook and brought down huge merits.

I saw merits coming from the depths of the sky, and most of them fell on Cangjie.

With the huge merits added to his body, Cangjie also jumped from a mortal body into the realm of Daluo. His whole body was filled with brilliance, his muscles, bones and meridians were cleansed and completely transformed.

A small part of it was submerged into Chu Feng's body and was quickly absorbed by the territory.

However, these merits did not allow the territory to be upgraded again, which was a pity.

Seeing Cang Jie receiving the blessing of merit, Chu Feng raised his fist high and shouted, promoting Cang Jie as the fourth ancestor of the human race.

As Cang Jie's contribution to the creation of human writing, no one could refute it. The third ancestor of the human race even stepped forward to congratulate him, and more than ten thousand human beings below cheered loudly.

at the same time--

All races were shocked by the human race's ability to create characters.

Cangjie's creation of characters was earth-shattering.

"Why didn't we have such merit when we created the characters?"

"The human race has had many strong men over the years. They are no longer weak, and now they have the merit of creating characters. It is really scary."

It is impossible to say that no one among all the races in the wild has doubts.

After all, the words they use are original, so why not? On the contrary, for the human race, if they create more than a hundred characters, they will gain a lot of merit.

There are powerful people who are watching the large area shrouded in golden light from a distance. The closer they get, the stronger the aura of heaven becomes.

At this time, some curious powerful people from the ancient world had already set out. They wanted to see who created it.

And after all the words were recited, the golden ocean that spread like a picture scroll in the sky was annihilated at an extremely fast speed.

The more than a hundred human characters also flew into the depths of the sky at extremely fast speeds, outlined golden streams of light in mid-air, and disappeared.