Cangjie wrote many poems, lyrics, and fu essays in the subsequent niche-event competitions.
The referee of the Literary Dao arena had already given up recording them.
"I've lived for so long, yet this is the first time I've seen a sight like this."
Cangjie continued writing poems, lyrics, and fu essays.
He wrote of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers; of the sun, moon, and stars; of the countless facets of human life; of sorrowful partings and joyful reunions.
Each time he finished a piece, a corresponding anomaly appeared across the arena.
His points soared through the Literary Dao events, even surpassing Kuixing, who had previously held first place in this category.
On the notice board,
when the words—
"First Place in the Literary Dao Category: Cangjie"
—lit up, the entire venue erupted.
The Human Disciples all rose to their feet. Their eyes reddened; some lowered their heads to wipe away tears, some looked up at the sky, and some pressed their palms together while murmuring under their breaths.
Live Broadcast Jade Talisman.
[Cangjie keeps writing—poems, lyrics, fu essays, everything.] [The poems he writes can trigger Heaven and Earth Anomalies.] [This isn't a competition. This is the creation of civilization.] [The Human Race is about to take off.] [Take off? They were already in the sky.] [Have you noticed that martial brother Cangjie has remained calm from beginning to end?] [Would someone who created a Dao not know what he was doing?] [If I were him, I'd already be spinning in circles on the stage.] [That's why you're you, and he's him.]
Cangjie even applied it to other events.
With every piece he wrote, Literary Qi condensed into tangible form. It either became sharp swords that pierced his opponents, shields that protected him, cages that trapped his enemies,