Earth Sovereign Takes His Place

(PS: It was finally revised at six. Going to sleep first; after waking up, I'll polish it thoroughly, QAQ.)

After Shennong had truly sampled and recorded most of the herbs in the Primordial World, another troubling matter arose.

The Hundred Herbs Classic had been created with his divine intent. It could only be imparted to martial artists, and only powerful martial artists could withstand its vast divine intent. Weak martial artists and ordinary members of the Human Race simply could not bear it.

Yet his original purpose in tasting the hundred herbs had been to benefit the ordinary Human Race, sparing them from the torment of illness.

If the Hundred Herbs Classic could only circulate among powerful martial artists, it would never benefit the entire Human Race.

"I, Cangjie, have seen that the Human Race has no written language. Today, I create human writing, for only words can bear inheritance and let the roots of culture flow from ancient times to the present. May the Human Dao bear witness!"

A grand, resounding voice spread through the entire Human Race. Hearing it, everyone instinctively looked up, only to see blackish-purple clouds on the distant horizon.

That was a lightning tribulation.

Any race that wished to create a written language had to undergo the test of a lightning tribulation. Only words tempered through such a trial could shine through the ages, just as the Demon Script created by Kunpeng had done.

Even now, the Demon Race still followed and used Demon Script.

Though Dijun, Taiyi, and the other upper echelons of the Demon Race all disliked Kunpeng, they had not stopped the Demon Script he had created from being used among their people. Bloodline inheritance alone was not enough for the Demon Race—they also needed cultural inheritance!

Upon hearing Cangjie's words, Shennong