Creating Characters
Human Tribe.
Ten thousand years have passed since the two Great Witch, Hou Yi and Kuafu, helped the Human Clan relocate their entire tribe to the vicinity of the Houtu Tribe.
These ten thousand years were the most peaceful and tranquil ten thousand years since the birth of the Human Clan.
The Human Clan has entered an unprecedented period of stable development.
Standing at the highest point of the tribe, looking at the peace and happiness on the faces of his people, Wu felt that the time had come.
He decided to go into seclusion to accomplish that momentous task that had lingered in his heart for countless years, yet he had never dared to touch upon it.
For the Human Clan, create your own writing system.
Only written words can carry the flame of civilization.
Only written words can allow knowledge and experience to transcend the barriers of time and be truly passed down.
He thought about this for a very long time.
In the beginning, when Human Clan was first born, even survival was a luxury.
He devoted all his energy to creating Cultivation Method and Human Clan a glimmer of hope in this cruel Primordial Wilderness.
Back then, who had the time to ponder over words?
When the Human Clan gradually gained a foothold, this thought resurfaced, but he extinguished it himself.
Because he knew very well that creating writing was not a task he should have been doing!
In this Primordial Wilderness, everything has its predetermined destiny.
Cangjie invented characters, millet rained from the sky, and ghosts cried at night.
That's because Cangjie was the chosen one by Heavenly Dao.
If he dares to create writing before the chosen one, Heavenly Dao might very well eliminate him as Variables.
It could even implicate the entire Human Clan.
Therefore, he could only suppress this thought deep in his heart and dared not mention it to anyone.
Until... Empress Pingxin used her death to Reincarnation and awaken the sleeping Earthly Dao.
Heavenly Dao made no response to this, tacitly accepting the emergence of Earthly Dao.
At that moment, Wu knew that his chance had come!
The balance between heaven and earth was broken, and the Heavenly Dao was no longer the sole supreme ruler. The Earthly Dao emerged and took away a portion of its power.
At this point, the risk of him doing this would undoubtedly be much smaller.
That's why he went to great lengths to persuade Suiren and his people to relocate the Human Clan to the territory of the Wu Clan at any cost.
The purpose was to use the power of the Wu Clan to intimidate the supreme Heavenly Dao.
Now, everything is ready.
With the Human Clan at peace and his rear secure, he could finally relax and focus on accomplishing this crucial task for the Human Clan.
Wu turned around and walked into the secluded Stone Chamber that had been built specifically for him.
The Stone Gate slowly closed, isolating the outside world from everything.
Creating a written language is no easy task.
It's definitely not as simple as just copying the texts from later generations from his memory, or making slight modifications.
The rules of the Primordial World were completely different from those of later generations. Every living being and every inch of land here contained the unique principles and laws of this world.
What he wanted to create was a script that could bear the Primordial Wilderness Great Dao, be understood and used by the Human Clan, and be recognized by this world!
Wu sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into the deepest state of emptiness and clarity.
He began to comprehend the universe.
Time flies, and years pass by.
Wu sat cross-legged inside the Stone Chamber, his mind completely immersed in a profound and mysterious state.
He had thought that with his current cultivation level and understanding of the Great Dao, he could achieve great things.
Creating a written language is difficult, but it shouldn't be too far off the mark.
But he was wrong.
He overestimated himself and completely underestimated the difficulty of creating a completely new writing system.
This is not only a test of wisdom, but also an ultimate tempering of the mind, will, and spiritual practice.
Even worse, he wasn't a chosen one.
This process was incredibly difficult.
He wandered in his mind's eye, sensing the movement of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, feeling the veins of mountains and rivers, and observing the forms of birds and beasts...
Countless simulations, countless failures.
His mind, before the vast Law of heaven and earth, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
But Wu did not give up.
Finally, through repeated failures and deductions, he grasped that fleeting inspiration.
He succeeded!
He used heaven and earth as paper, the Great Dao as ink, and his supreme understanding of Martial Path as the brush tip, and finally created the first batch of characters that truly belonged to the Primordial Wilderness Human Clan!
This day.
The Stone Gate, which had been closed for tens of thousands of years, suddenly burst open with a loud "boom".
Dao Body slowly walked out from within.
His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant. The next moment, he appeared outside the tribe, on a vast and boundless wilderness.
He looked up at the sky.
The next moment, a magnificent voice containing supreme will resounded throughout the entire Primordial World!
"The Great Dao is supreme!"
"By the Great God Pangu!"
"Primordial World bear witness!"
"Today, the martial arts of the Human Clan, mindful of the difficulty in preserving Human Clan and the continuation of civilization, have specially created three thousand characters."
"To spread the flame of civilization!"
"To lay the foundation for all generations!"
"From this day forward, Human Clan shall have a written language!"
"Literature carries the Way! May civilization prosper forever!"
The moment the words fell!
"Boom!!!"
The entire Primordial World trembled violently!
The Nine Heavens Above was instantly shrouded in endless dark clouds, as black as ink!
"Snap!"
Beneath the earth, in the Nine Nether, countless ghosts and gods simultaneously let out mournful cries!
The heavens and earth changed drastically, and even ghosts and gods wept!
This terrifying phenomenon arose because the invention of writing stole the Zaohua heaven and earth!
Countless strange phenomena appeared throughout the Primordial Wilderness!
At this moment, all the Great Powers in this world suddenly raised their heads and turned their gazes toward Buzhou Mountain, their faces filled with disbelief and horror!
Someone created writing?!
"Who is it? Who has such great courage?"
"This extraordinary phenomenon... the appearance of written characters causes even ghosts and gods to weep! This is a momentous event that could change the entire Primordial Wilderness world!"
In the Houtu Tribe, Hou Yi, Kuafu, and other Great Witch suddenly rushed out of their stone palace.
They felt the throbbing and pressure emanating from the depths of their souls, and their faces became extremely solemn.
"It was that brat Wu who made the commotion!"
What is he doing?!
Within the Human Tribe, four people— Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi Shi, and Xuandu— rushed out of the stone house.
Looking at that familiar figure in the sky, I was extremely nervous.
"It's martial arts!"
"What... what did he do?!"
Wu, however, remained indifferent to this.
He stretched out his finger, using heaven and earth as paper and his Magic Power as ink, and began to write down his Ten Thousand Years of hard work in the void!
The first character he wrote had a simple structure, yet it contained infinite profound meaning.
--people!
A left-falling stroke and a right-falling stroke.
Hold the sky and stand on the ground!
That single character for "person" seems to have come to life; it stands tall and upright, embodying an indomitable, resilient, and self-reliant spirit!
Immediately afterward, Wu's fingers did not stop.
"Sky!"
"Land!"
"Day!"
"Moon!"
"Mountain!"
"Sichuan!"
Words imbued with Great Dao truths flowed from his fingertips.
He wrote them down one by one, deeply engraving them within the rules of the Primordial World.
The appearance of each word caused the heavens and earth to tremble even more violently.
Wu, however, didn't care at all.
He continued writing, pouring his understanding of the world and his hopes for the Human Clan into these three thousand characters.