"So it was you, the nameless giant under the Flame Emperor," Cangjie said slowly. "But I don't understand the meaning of this attack. Does the Flame Emperor intend to wage war on our Yellow Emperor's camp?"
"Don't get any ideas!" Xingtian said. "I'm no longer part of the Flame Emperor's camp! I came here alone to settle a personal grudge, nothing more!"
"Oh?" Cangjie raised an eyebrow. "In all the years of the Yellow Emperor's rule, this is the first time anyone has fought his way to the command tent single-handedly. I suppose I've witnessed history."
"Cangjie, are you going to fight me or not?!" Xingtian demanded irritably.
"No." Cangjie shook his head. "I dislike fighting. I only came out to see what was happening. There are plenty of people here who can fight you. You don't need me."
"Hmph." Xingtian gave a cold snort. "You haven't changed in all these years. You possess cultivation that reaches the heavens, yet you never care to use it. Are you still 'creating characters'?"
"Indeed. Now I must not only 'create characters,' but also record what happens before my eyes. That way, no matter how many generations pass, our descendants will know what happened to us." With that, Cangjie took a smooth stone tablet from his robes, turned his finger into a blade, and carved several pictographs into it.
"Playing at gods and ghosts!" Xingtian slowly walked forward. "If you won't fight me, step aside. I don't want to hurt you by accident!"
"One last question," Cangjie said slowly. "How should I record you?"
"Record me?" Xingtian did not understand what Cangjie meant.
"If I'm to record what happens before my eyes, everyone needs a fine-sounding name." An unusual smile appeared on Cangjie's face. "The Yellow Emperor has now become the 'Celestial Emperor'