The elder stepped forward and respectfully bowed.
"Immortal Master, we know that once the great demon has been slain, more demons will surely come seeking revenge."
"Immortal Master, what have we lowly lives to fear from death? We only beg you to take these women and children away, so that the bloodline of our human race may endure."
As the elder spoke of his sorrow, tears welled up in his eyes.
Some of the children in the tribe began to cry.
Gu Changsheng's expression darkened as flashes of inspiration continuously surfaced in his mind.
"The demon race has bloodline inheritances, and the witch race has inheritances of strength. But what will our human race have?"
A thought stirred in Gu Changsheng's mind, and he asked, "How will you pass down the matter of my slaying the great demon?"
Startled, the elder thought for a moment before saying, "Immortal Master, fathers pass it to sons, sons to grandsons, and grandsons will have sons, whose sons will have sons in turn. Thus, it will be passed down through generation after generation."
"Haha!"
Gu Changsheng suddenly laughed.
He understood the opportunity his master had mentioned.
It was precisely what the human race lacked most!
Writing!
"Oral transmission is inferior to written records. Only then can future generations know what happened."
Gu Changsheng could not help looking toward the Cangjie Clan.
This Cangjie Clan was different from the sage Cangjie of later generations.
Thinking of Cangjie creating characters, following the way of Heaven's mandate and establishing something lasting for the human race, Gu Changsheng understood that this Primordial World was different from reality.
"Cultivate well. I will establish a cave abode nearby. If anything happens, come find me!"
As his voice fell, Gu Changsheng strode through the air and entered the mountain range.
"Farewell, Immortal Master!"
Every member of the human race kowtowed toward Gu Changsheng's departing figure.
A cave abode was quickly established.
Outside the cave abode, Gu Changsheng laid down a restrictive barrier.
Gu Changsheng sat cross-legged, and a thought stirred in his mind.
"Primordial System, derive a form of writing suitable for the human race of the Primordial World, one that can be passed down through ancient and modern times!"
Writing was profound and vast.
Every character had its own special meaning.
Characters could not simply be created at will.
When Cangjie created characters, Heaven rained grain, ghosts cried through the night, and dragons hid away.
Ding, deriving for the host...
As the system prompt sounded, Gu Changsheng smiled in satisfaction.
The Primordial System knew what he wanted.
Within the cave abode, Heaven and Earth trembled as one character after another appeared in midair.
"Wu!"
"Ji!"
"Jia!"
"Yi!"
Every character was being derived, each written stroke by stroke.
Moreover, every character nurtured streams of Mysterious Yellow Qi!
Gu Changsheng did not know that while he created characters, boundless great power continuously manifested at the peak of the endless Sky Dome.
Rays of golden light pierced through the auspicious clouds.
Within the cave abode, every character gleamed with golden light as it emerged.
The bowl-sized characters carried dense spiritual power.
It was as though every character had been infused with life!
"Soldier!"
"Emperor!"
"Mystic!"
"Yellow!"
"Life!"
"Destruction!"
One character after another floated within the cave abode.
In truth, Gu Changsheng had altered all these characters.
They contained the momentum of Heaven and Earth, the brilliance of the sun and moon, and the Mysterious Yellow Qi!
Yet with every derivation, the Primordial System had hundreds of millions of possible methods of derivation.
"Three Thousand Great Daos; my human race should likewise have the number three thousand!"
The thought flashed through Gu Changsheng's heart.
Boundless divine light emerged, and one character after another appeared.
Although this was also under the Primordial System's derivation—
In the unseen depths, there seemed to be a force resisting Gu Changsheng.
Not only that, Gu Changsheng could feel that resistance growing increasingly terrifying, causing the time required for him to create characters to grow longer and longer.
If each character had previously required an hour, a day, or a month—
Then the characters created now required a year, ten years, or even a hundred years.
The closer he came to two thousand characters, the slower it became.
Gu Changsheng did not care about this.
Creating characters for the human race was inherently an act that defied Heaven.
"Now, I must create all three thousand as quickly as possible."
The thought flashed through his heart, but Gu Changsheng did not stop.
Outside the cave abode, streaks of golden light constantly flashed.
The earth trembled, as though the Sky Dome were splitting apart.
The human race was likewise shocked by these strange phenomena.
What was the Immortal Master doing?
Even the most learned among them did not understand its mystery.
Everyone was astonished.
"Perhaps the Immortal Master is protecting us."
An elder seemed to realize something and spoke excitedly.
The others were all overjoyed.
"The Immortal Master is mighty!"
All the humans prostrated themselves on the ground, overwhelmed with excitement.
The earth trembled as golden runes continuously flashed into existence.
Gu Changsheng had already created more than two thousand characters.
"Primordial System, continue deriving for me!"
Ding, continuing derivation for the host.
As the voice sounded, Gu Changsheng immersed himself in creating characters once more.
"Shaman!"
"Demon!"
"God!"
"Immortal!"
After Gu Changsheng created these characters, terrifying phenomena took shape.
The golden characters continuously shifted into various forms.
Like demons, like witches, like gods, like immortals!
Every character contained infinite mysteries.
"It seems that the farther I go, the more someone is trying to stop me."
Gu Changsheng's thoughts raced, and he suddenly realized who it was.
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