Human Ancestral Land, before the altar.
Since Fuxi enlightened Hunyuan, Human Race Fortune has become more prosperous day by day.
The nine major tribes thrived, and the surname genealogy was passed down from generation to generation.
The system of Human Marriage makes the bloodline clearer, the four-season calendar makes farming, fishing and hunting orderly, and the position of Six Ministries makes the tribe operate in an orderly manner.
The two pieces Kongtong Seal and Red Embroidered Ball, Human Path Supreme Treasures, exude a warm light day and night on the altar.
The entire Ancestral Land is shrouded in a peaceful and thick Fortune glory.
On this day, in a small tribe named "Cang" outside Ancestral Land.
An ordinary family welcomed a newborn baby.
The maternal surname is Ji, and she is the daughter of a small clan branched off from the Ji-surname Tribe.
My husband is an ordinary hunter from the Cang Tribe. His family does not have a prominent background, and his ancestors have been illiterate mortals for several generations.
Such an extremely ordinary family was completely shattered by a vision of heaven and earth at the moment the baby was born.
The moment the baby was born, countless golden lights appeared in the sky above Cang Tribe without warning.
That light is not words or runes, but an extremely pure humanistic light.
Their shapes are erratic, sometimes condensed into vague outlines of mountains, rivers and trees, sometimes scattered into tiny points of light like stars in the sky.
Every ray of light is flowing and changing in the void, as if looking for a form that has not yet been formed, waiting for an opportunity that has not yet come.
In the light, there is a faint rhythm of the movement of heaven and earth.
The roar of the wind blowing through the forest, the turbulence of the stream hitting the rocks, the sound of hooves of wild animals running in the forest, and the friction sound of the ancestors drilling wood to make fire.
The voices of all things in the world echoed in this golden light at the same time, but merged into an indescribable solemn tranquility.
The old patriarch of the Cang Tribe lived for more than three hundred years and had seen the red gold beam of light when Fuxi attained enlightenment.
He had seen the golden dragon flying into the sky when Kongtong Seal was born, but he had never seen such a vision.
When a newborn baby is born, it resonates with all things in the world.
The message travels quickly.
Over there, Ancestral Land, Fuxi was flipping through the household registrations Bamboo Slips submitted by each tribe in front of the altar, and suddenly felt the strange fluctuation coming from the direction of the Cang Tribe.
He put down Bamboo Slips, and the Bagua mark between his eyebrows lit up slightly.
Bagua Phantom unfolded independently behind him.
The eight hexagrams of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui simultaneously point in the direction of the Cang Tribe.
Every hexagram is trembling slightly.
Fuxi closed his eyes and deduced for a moment, and the hexagram showed that this child is closely related to Human Race Fortune.
It has a deep connection with written civilization.
But the deeper cause and effect is shrouded in a layer of extremely gentle but impenetrable power that even his Bagua way cannot see through.
He was familiar with that power.
The breath of Six Paths of Reincarnation, Houtu and Reincarnation Law provide protection for a certain existence.
There are only a handful of reincarnations among Primordial Wilderness who can be personally protected by Lord of Reincarnation.
Fuxi did not continue to delve deeper, since Houtu used Reincarnation Law to cover it up.
This shows that the origin of this child has its own opportunities, and it is useless to force it.
He didn't alert anyone, he just left Ancestral Land alone and walked in the direction of the Cang Tribe.
When he walked to the door of the hunter's house, the golden light outside the house had not completely dissipated, and the villagers gathered around the house and pointed.
The old patriarch was about to reprimand, but suddenly he was stunned on the spot.
Fuxi was walking slowly from the entrance of the village, his feet stepping on the muddy ground without any dust on them.
The old patriarch's knees were weak and he was about to kneel down. Fuxi stretched out his hand to support him, signaling that he didn't need to be polite.
Then he walked up to Orion and looked down at the crying baby in his arms.
The baby was very small, a bit thinner than ordinary newborns, with a head of sparse fetal hair stuck to its forehead.
His cry was extremely loud, and every time he cried, the golden light outside the room that had not completely dissipated flickered.
Fuxi stretched out his hand and gently took the baby from Orion's arms.
Strangely enough, the baby stopped crying as soon as he was in Fuxi's arms.
The eyes that had not yet been fully opened opened slightly, the dark eyes rolled, and then they looked intently at the Bagua mark between Fuxi's eyebrows.
The floating golden light outside the house also stopped flowing at this moment.
Then, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, they converged towards the baby in Fuxi's arms.
One by one, they sank into the baby's eyebrows, leaving a very faint, faint golden mark on his forehead.
"What's the name of this child?" Fuxi asked Orion.
Orion rubbed his hands and shook his head uneasily. "Not yet... I haven't taken it yet.
The little one doesn't know how to name him. I originally planned to go to Ancestral Land and ask Rites Official for a name when the child is one month old."
Fuxi looked down at the golden mark on the baby's forehead, pondered for a moment, and spoke in a gentle and solemn voice:
"This son is destined to be a treasure of heaven and earth, and he will be of great use in the future. He named him "Jie".
Son of the Cang Tribe, Cangjie."
Cangjie.
When the name came out of Fuxi's mouth, the golden mark on the baby's forehead suddenly lit up for a moment, and then slowly disappeared under the skin.
Fuxi told Orion that he was destined to have this son, and he would like to take him back to Ancestral Land to teach him personally, and asked him if he was willing.
Orion and his wife exchanged a look.
They knew that with their illiterate Orion family, they could not give this child the future he deserved.
Human Emperor Fuxi personally asked for this child, what a blessing it was.
Orion knelt down and gave Human Race the most solemn etiquette to Fuxi: "The little man is willing. It is his blessing that the child can stay with the emperor."
After Fuxi brought Cangjie back to Ancestral Land, he personally took care of his daily life.
It's said to be caring, but it's actually more of an observation.
He arranged a simple but quiet room for Cangjie, in the side hall next to the altar. When you open the window, you can see the Fortune light emitting from Kongtong Seal and Red Embroidered Ball.
He taught Cangjie how to tie knots to remember things. It took other children several months to learn how to tie knots, but Cangjie was able to draw inferences about other cases in just three days.
He taught Cangjie Bagua to deduce the hexagram changes that took other disciples several years to get started, but Cangjie was able to deduce the sixty-four hexagrams by himself in just one month.
But what really made Fuxi admire him was his sensitivity to "form".
Cangjie will stare at the golden dragon pattern on Kongtong Seal for a whole hour.
Then use branches to draw a crooked but charming little dragon on the dirt.
He would stare at the marriage Dao Mark on Red Embroidered Ball in a daze, and then use his fingers to trace the pattern of laws on the sand table that even Fuxi needs to be carefully identified to understand.
Although the things he draws are immature, they can always capture the most essential morphological characteristics of things.
This is talent, it cannot be cultivated.
Fuxi saw all this and did not intervene too much. He just took Cangjie's lessons from the knotting and note-taking expansion kit to the observation of the forms of all things in the world.
He asked Cangjie to go to the mountains and forests around Ancestral Land every day to observe a kind of bird, animal, grass, or stone, and draw their shapes on the sand table when he came back.
In the first year, Cangjie painted 365 species of birds and beasts, each with different shapes and distinctive features.
In the second year, he painted 365 kinds of vegetation, from towering trees to moss in the cracks of rocks, no one was the same.
In the third year, he drew 365 types of mountain and river trends, from the hills around Ancestral Land to the distant mountains, each with the direction and distance marked.
In the process of Cangjie's growth, the Ancestral Land altar was his best classroom.
Fuxi often performed Bagua in front of the altar, and Cangjie would sit quietly and watch.
Fuxi's Bagua deduction never shy away from this child.
Qian is the sky, Kun is the earth, Zhen is the thunder, Xun is the wind, Kan is the water, Li is the fire, Gen is the mountain, and Dui is the river.
The eight hexagrams rotate endlessly behind Fuxi, and every change contains the most primitive execution rules of the laws of heaven and earth.
Cangjie looked at those hexagrams, and a strange light gradually appeared in his eyes.
He discovered that each hexagram of Bagua has its own unique form.
The three consecutive lines of the Qian hexagram are like the sky spreading across the sky, the six broken lines of the Kun hexagram are like the cracking of the earth, the upper and lower broken lines of the Zhen hexagram are like spring thunder startling stings, and the broken upper and lower lines of the Xun hexagram are like the willows blowing in the breeze.
The shape of each hexagram has some internal connection with the laws of heaven and earth it represents.
This connection fascinates Cangjie.
He saw an extremely profound truth in Fuxi's Bagua deduction.
All things in the world have their own shapes and names, but there is no natural correspondence between "form" and "name".
A cloud can be a cloud or a ball of cotton wool.
A mountain can be a mountain or a giant.
The real correspondence is not between form and name, but between form and meaning.
The reason why the shapes of Bagua can represent the laws of heaven and earth is not because Fuxi stipulates what they represent.
Rather, it is because their form itself contains the essential characteristics of the corresponding laws.
This discovery made Cangjie fall into long-term thinking.
He began to observe more things, trying to find the most essential characteristics of each thing.
He observed how the first ray of golden light penetrated the clouds when the sun rose from East, and how it dyed everything in a thin golden halo.
Observe the subtle differences in the curved silver hook at different times in every change of the moon from full moon to crescent moon.
Observe how the stars line up in the night sky and change position with the seasons.
The footprints of each bird and beast left different marks on the mud. He lay on the mud and compared them one by one.
The deer's hoofprint is a two-petal heart shape, the tiger's paw print is a four-petal plum blossom, the snake's trace is a winding curve, and the bird's footprint is three tiny dots.
He contrasted these observations with Bagua of Fuxi.
The shapes of Bagua are the most essential symbols extracted by Fuxi from the laws of heaven and earth. They are concise, accurate and irreducible.
Then, the text of Human Race should also have such characteristics.
Every word should be a condensation of the essential form of a thing, rather than a random smear.
This idea took root in Cangjie's heart and grew stronger as he grew older.
He spent many years observing and recording everything observable in the world.
From birds, beasts, insects and fish to mountains, rivers, sun and moon, from wind, rain, thunder and lightning to the changing of the four seasons.
He left countless symbols of different shapes on his sand table, some like the sun, some like the moon, some like mountains, and some like water.
Although these symbols are simple, they already have the most primitive prototype of writing.
But Cangjie always feels like something is missing.
He stood in front of the Ancestral Land altar and looked at the four Human Race pictures on Kongtong Seal.
Suddenly I realized that what I lacked was not observation or refinement, but a core principle that could connect the forms of all things with human thinking.
Bagua can deduce all things because it has eight basic hexagrams: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui. These eight hexagrams can be combined into sixty-four hexagrams.
The sixty-four hexagrams can derive 384 lines, and the endless changes are based on the most basic laws.
The same should be true for words. What they need is not infinite symbols, but limited basic laws.
Cangjie began to rearrange all the symbols he had recorded.
He disassembled, reorganized and compared those symbols, trying to find out the most basic compositional rules.
He discovered that no matter how complex the symbols were, they were all composed of a few basic strokes.
Point, horizontal, vertical, offset, nip, fold, hook.
Just like Bagua is composed of two basic symbols, yang and yin, characters can also be composed of a few basic strokes, and different combinations can express different meanings.
The difference between text and Bagua is that there is a more intuitive correspondence between the form of text and the things it expresses.
The sun is round, so the word "" is a point in the middle of a circle.
The moon is curved, so the word "" means a crescent moon.
A mountain has three peaks standing side by side, so the word "" means three vertical peaks at different heights.
Water is flowing ripples, so the word "" is a few curved lines.
This correspondence is not the law-level correspondence when Fuxi stipulates the Bagua hexagram, but a simpler and more intuitive "pictogram".
Cangjie repeatedly deduced and modified on the sand table. Every time he determined the form of a character, he had to repeatedly compare it with the real thing and condense the strokes.
Until this word can not only express the essential form of the corresponding thing in the most concise way, but also maintain structural harmony and unity with other existing words.
The process of making characters was long and arduous. Cangjie locked himself in the side hall next to the Ancestral Land altar, and he drew, rubbed, and drew again the symbols on the sand table.
It only took him a few attempts to determine the final form of some words.
For example, "sun", "moon", "mountain", "water", "fire" and "wood", the shapes of these things are extremely distinct in themselves.
A little refinement is the most perfect text; some words are still unsatisfactory after spending many days and nights.
Such as "Tao", "De", "Benevolence" and "Yi", these abstract concepts have no concrete form for reference.
He must find inspiration from Fuxi's Bagua deduction and capture its essence from the operation of the laws of heaven and earth.
I don't know how many days and nights passed, but Cangjie finally sorted out all the text.
When he walked out of the side hall, the sand table was filled with densely packed prototypes of characters. Every word was the crystallization of his hard work and wisdom.
He came to Fuxi and showed his results to Fuxi.
Fuxi was silent for a long time as he looked at the words with different shapes but unified and harmonious.
Then he took out a blank Bamboo Slips, handed it to Cangjie with his own hands, and said only two words: "Write it."
Cangjie took Bamboo Slips with both hands, knelt down in front of the altar, used the carving knife as a pen and Bamboo Slips as paper, and started writing.
The first word he wrote was "".
When the carving knife carved the first stroke on Bamboo Slips, the entire Ancestral Land sky suddenly lit up.
Sunlight hangs down from Nine Heavens like a golden waterfall, shrouding the altar and the figure of Cangjie in it.
He did not pause, and the carving knife continued to cut across the bamboo slips. The word "" was formed, and the mountains, rivers and land with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles simultaneously let out a low resonance.
The dragon veins deep in the earth seemed to be awakened by this word, and the sound of dragon roars resounded throughout the ancient land. The word "Xuan" was engraved, and the word "" was engraved.
The word "yu", the word "zhou", the word "hong", and the word "huang".
His carving knife is getting faster and faster, and every word that falls resonates with a certain law between heaven and earth.
In the sky above Ancestral Land, countless golden text shadows emerged from the void.
They are no longer the vague and erratic form they were when Cangjie was born.
Instead, the Human Race text is clearly visible one by one.
From "Heaven, Earth, Dark, Yellow" to "Universe, Primordial Wilderness", from "Sun and Moon Wax and Wane" to "Stars Spread in Their Places", from "Cold Comes, Heat Goes" to "Autumn Harvest, Winter Storage".
Each word is like a bright star, arranged in a row above Ancestral Land, forming a mighty long river of text.
The long river starts from the Ancestral Land altar and extends to the end of the sky.
Fuxi stood beside the altar, Bagua Phantom unfolded independently behind him, and the eight hexagrams resonated strongly with the new Human Race characters on the sky.
He looked up at the long river of text.
Watching every word absorb the heaven and earth Spiritual Energy, Human Dao Fortune, Law Fragments.
Watching these originally meaningless stroke combinations acquire their own Law Imprint at an alarming rate.
The way of Bagua is to deduce the execution rules of the laws of heaven and earth, while the words of Cangjie present these rules to every mortal in the simplest and most intuitive way.
From now on, Human Race can use these words to pass on his own civilization.
It is not Sanskrit and Dao Script that can only be mastered by a few monks, but words that every Human Race citizen can learn, use, and inherit from birth.
When the last word was carved, Cangjie put down the carving knife and raised Bamboo Slips high with both hands.
Bamboo Slips is densely engraved with thousands of characters, starting with "Heaven, Earth, Dark, Yellow Universe, Primordial Wilderness".
Ending with "Yan, Zai, Hu, Ye", each word exudes a faint golden light on Bamboo Slips. Thousands of golden lights interweave together, making the entire Ancestral Land altar shine like daylight.
Heavenly Dao Merit and Human Dao Fortune arrived at the same time.
Golden light beams poured down from Nine Heavens, covering Cangjie's entire body. Human Dao Fortune spurted out from Kongtong Seal, wrapping around his body like a red-gold dragon.
Cangjie's cultivation level began to skyrocket under this double infusion.
He was originally just a mortal with no foundation in cultivation, but under the simultaneous infusion of Heavenly Dao Merit and Human Dao Fortune, he directly stepped into the realm of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
Early Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, Middle Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, Late Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, Peak Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
The infusion of Heavenly Dao Merit and Human Dao Fortune pushed him to the peak of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal before slowly stopping.
When the last Merit Golden Light is integrated into the body.
Cangjie The golden mark between his eyebrows that had been hidden under his skin since birth suddenly lit up, Six Paths of Reincarnation The seal imprinted deep in his true soul was silently opened at this moment.
Countless memory fragments emerged from the seal, and he saw his past life.
It was a time traveler wearing strange clothes, living in a world without Spiritual Energy.
There are high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and countless words written on paper, printed in books, and flashing between screens.
He saw how he learned and used words in that world, and was deeply shocked by the civilization carried by words.
He saw how he awakened in Primordial Wilderness and became the Obsession incarnation of Xuande, carrying all the traveler's attachment and memories to another world.
He saw Xuande sending him into Human Path in the depths of Underworld reincarnation, reincarnating him as Human Race, and letting him experience a complete Human Race life.
Let him turn that Obsession into the foundation, and let the things that are incompatible with Primordial Wilderness be tolerated by heaven and earth.
Cangjie slowly put down the raised Bamboo Slips, lowered his head and looked at his hands.
These hands have just created the words Human Race, bringing the Seed of Civilization most cherished by the traveler to Primordial Wilderness between heaven and earth.
It was at this moment that he finally understood the meaning of his existence in this life.
He is not Xuande's burden, not Obsession who needs to be cut off, but Xuande's Great Dao's other half.
Xuande is in charge of Merit, purification, destruction, and creation, while he is in charge of civilization, inheritance, order, and human relations.
He is a gift from Xuande to Primordial Wilderness sentient beings, especially to human beings, and is an indispensable part of Xuande's Great Dao.
Fuxi stood next to Cangjie, watching the changes in the child who grew up under his own watch.
The aura of Peak Primordial Origin Golden Immortal is still circulating around Cangjie, and the aftertaste of Merit Golden Light and Human Dao Fortune has not completely dissipated.
But his eyes were different, no longer the innocent curiosity of the young man who lay on the dirt all day drawing symbols.
But there is an added touch of depth and vicissitudes of seeing past and present lives.
Fuxi also finally understood at this moment that Cangjie turned out to be Obsession Corpse of Xuande