The establishment of Old and Crippled Village was like a point of light in the darkness, drawing living beings to seek refuge and huddle together for warmth.
Chu Feng accepted them one by one, using his strength to save all beings suffering in hardship. He then set rules to restrain everyone, and thus all living things honored him as their king.
In the years that followed, Chu Feng tried to preserve the civilization of cultivation. He taught those with aptitude to comprehend the Great Dao and absorb life essence.
However, the harsh Severed-Spirit Environment caused all cultivators to perish and vanish from existence.
Even those with exceptional talent could vaguely sense that gateway, yet they could not break through it on their own.
Helpless, Chu Feng could only use his own Quasi-Emperor blood essence as a catalyst, helping several mortals cross the threshold of cultivation and forcibly establish their foundations, temporarily preserving the spark of the Dao.
But this was only temporary. If he died one day and no one guided those who came after into cultivation, the flame of civilization would be completely extinguished.
"What meaning does a civilization of one person have?"
Chu Feng gazed out at the river of stars and could not help sighing. What horrified him even more was that the beings of this era were gradually forgetting history. They no longer remembered the Three Heavenly Emperors or the ancient Heavenly Court. Even cultivators retained only vague impressions.
Everything was being erased. It was incomparably desolate.
If later generations forgot history, what would the struggles of their predecessors amount to?
"This cannot continue!"
Chu Feng grew solemn. Rather than using cultivation artifacts such as jade slips, he ordered people to engrave history onto bamboo slips and write it upon stone. He had books compiled, established