After returning to Kongtong Mountain, Huang Tian brought Cangjie to the Human Emperor Hall, his expression solemn.
"Master, what is this?"
Cangjie was puzzled.
Huang Tian gave a slight wave of his hand. A flash of light appeared in his palm, revealing two treasures.
One was a writing brush. Its shaft was neither metal nor wood, and it was a deep purple-gold.
Images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants, and trees were engraved upon it, and brilliant light shimmered around the brush.
The other was a book, its pages as white as jade.
Just as Cangjie was wondering what they were, Huang Tian spoke:
"Cangjie, these two treasures are Merit Spiritual Treasures I personally forged for you."
"The brush can write of all things and define their forms."
"The book can preserve knowledge and pass it down for all eternity."
"Today, I grant them to you."
With that, the brush and book floating in his palm flew straight to Cangjie.
Cangjie was overjoyed. He hurriedly knelt to express his gratitude:
"Thank you for your generous gifts, Master!"
Then, Cangjie excitedly put away the brush and book.
These two treasures were exactly what he needed.
After traveling throughout the Primordial Wilderness alongside Huang Tian, Cangjie had gained deeper insights over the past ten thousand years.
He could feel that the day he created symbols capable of representing all things in the world was not far off.
Meanwhile, in the Underworld.
Inside a secluded cultivation chamber.
After seeing Zhenyuanzi off earlier, Qin Mu had gone to meet Xi He and Chang Xi. Since then, he had stayed in the Underworld to cultivate.
Qin Mu slowly opened his eyes and muttered to himself:
"I nearly forgot I still haven't opened that Extra-Large Red Packet."
At once, Qin Mu communicated with