"Cangjie, you created the Human Race's Great Dao Script, bringing order to the inheritance of Human Race civilization and pointing out a bright path for those who came after."
"However, in my view, you can still go a step further."
"Have you ever considered that characters alone can also forge a path of their own?"
Looking at Cangjie, the Ancestor of Writing, who had taken his seat again, Taiyi smiled faintly and enlightened him.
"A path of its own?"
Cangjie, the Ancestor of Writing, froze.
After all, he was someone capable of innovatively creating the Three Thousand Great Dao Scripts. He immediately suddenly realized.
"Holy Father, do you mean the Way of Characters?"
"Think bigger!"
Taiyi encouraged him.
"Bigger..."
Cangjie, the Ancestor of Writing, was slightly stunned.
Then he sank into deep thought.
As he understood it, although the Great Dao Human Race flourished in martial arts and everyone practiced them, their contributions to daily life and human civilization had declined day by day.
If this continued, the fortune they held as the protagonists of heaven and earth within Humanity's Tide would inevitably gradually drain away.
If that happened, no matter how profound the Great Dao Human Race's foundations or how prosperous their fortune, they would inevitably begin to decline.
Thus, how to save the Human Race from its waning position within Humanity's Tide had become a matter of concern for great figures such as Cangjie.
After years of comprehending the principles of heaven and earth, observing the scenes of the universe and the Primordial Wilderness, combining this with the Human Race's current circumstances, and comparing the differences between the Human Race and the myriad other races of the Primordial Era,
Cangjie discovered that although the Human Race possessed martial arts inheritances, everyone understood martial arts differently, making it impossible