Chu Yang returned to Shouyang Mountain with the "Book of Light".

In the hall, the atmosphere was serious.

"Saint Master, solemnly summoned me and the other three to come, is it that something big happened?"

Suiren took the lead in asking.

"If the lichs do not come out today and all races are dormant, it is a great opportunity for our human race to develop. Could there be something wrong?"

Youchao also asked.

Ziyi sat next to him and looked over.

It is not a big deal, Chu ** would not have summoned them together, and he was inevitably nervous.

"Our human race has developed, and it has spread all over the east of the east, on the side of the sea, and is spreading rapidly in a non-circular direction!" Chu Yang said, "However, during the development period, it can only be passed on by oral information, which is very inconvenient. In the prehistoric world, those who have achieved success in cultivation are connected with each other through Taoist literature. Unfortunately, this can only be mastered by strong people above the Golden Immortals and cannot be popularized at all. In the Heavenly Court, demon masters created demon culture, which is difficult to master if they are not above the Heavenly Immortals, and they are only suitable for demon races."

"At the beginning of the opening of heaven, there were Taoist texts, and the heavenly court had demon texts. Even the witch clan had unique texts, which were convenient to pass, easy to record, and could be preserved for a long time. Why didn't our human clan have their own texts?"

"Writing can be passed on for a long time and record civilization!"

"In the past ten years, Brother Guangming and I have traveled to the human tribe, watching the flowers falling and blooming, the clouds rolling, the clouds rolling, the birds and beasts, scale beetles and fish, mountains, rocks and rivers, etc. I feel something, and I have integrated it. With the prototype of the way of writing, I want to create words that belong to my human race, even three-year-old children can learn it!"

Chu Yang said solemnly.

"real?"

Ziyi was very excited.

"With words, inheritance is orderly, recording civilization, and transmitting messages, then the development of our human race will inevitably be rapid!" Youchao was also excited, "The method of planting, breeding, smelting, experience inheritance, etc., with records, inheritance and continuous civilization, will create a true prosperity for our human race! Even if it declines temporarily, it can rise rapidly. This is the foundation of a race."

"The most important thing is that with words, as long as our human race continues to end, we can pass on our civilization from generation to generation and never forget it! Even if it takes tens of millions of years, our human race will not be cut off!" Suiren stood up and bowed to Chu Yang, "The human race saint teacher, we should be worshipped forever by our human race!"

The three of them are all human ancestors and Daluo's powerful men. They can understand the importance of it with just a word of advice.

"Third Patriarch, if you agree, then I will set up an altar, pray to heaven and earth, and create words!"

Chu Yang returned a bow.

"good!"

The third ancestor of the human race nodded.

The "Book of Light" sat quietly, with a kind smile without interrupting a word.

An altar was soon established on the top of Shouyang Mountain and in front of the ancestral hall.

Eighty-one feet tall, square.

There is a large tripod on it, with three legs, two ears and one round mouth!

Chu Yang soared into the sky and landed directly in front of the big tripod. The three ancestors of the human race and the "Book of Light" were arranged on both sides.

He sorted out his clothes and ignited a huge golden fragrance three feet tall, rushed to all directions, into the world, bowed three times, and inserted it into the cauldron.

"The way of heaven is above, and the human disciple Chu Yang is polite!"

"Pangu opened the sky and created the great fortune, which is an infinite merit, and will be worshipped forever by all spirits!"

"Hongjun Daozu passed on the Dharma, enlightening all spiritual wisdom, and enjoying the fortune of all races!"

"Nuwa created human beings and will be sacrificed forever by our human race!"

"The saint of Taiqing founded the people's religion to protect our human race, and should be worshipped by our human race!"

"Now, our human race has grown and grown. In order to better maintain the order of prehistoric times and inherit civilization, our disciples create words to record merits, write etiquette, spread order, be civilized, abide by the rules, establish ethics, and open up the inheritance for generations, and civilization will continue to end!"

Chu Yang bowed three more times.

He took out a pen, which was made by the spirit of the human race and the people, integrated into the mysterious and yellow aura of the prehistoric world, added to the sand of the stars, the earth of the earth, and the gold of the underworld, and finally refined it into the acquired middle-grade spiritual treasure...

Even with the Taoist soul method, this is the limit of refining, and its function is not inferior to any medium-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"sky!"

Chu Yang held the pen tightly, entered the immortal essence, wrote in the air, and one word was formed and flew into the sky.

"This is the word "tian!"

The sound fell and the sky shook.

In an instant, dark clouds rolled and thundered.

The sky wails, weeps bloody rain, and the wind blows all over the vast land.

The souls in the vast world have inexplicably sank their hearts, and they feel sad, as if they are in eternal decline and are difficult to turn over.

Especially above Chu Yang's head, the black clouds flipped ink and the thunder condensed, but it never landed.

The terrible pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and the breath of destruction penetrated the soul, making Chu Yang's heart frightened and changed his color in horror. If the thunder fell, let alone him, he would not be able to stop it.

In the end, the thunder did not fall, but instead fell a golden light and merged into the word "Heaven". This word hangs high above the nine heavens, expanding a hundred thousand times, and the golden light shines on the prehistoric world.

Especially the human race, at this moment, they all know the method of writing this word and its meaning.

The prehistoric world shook, and they all looked at each other.

Above the heaven.

"How could human race make words so moving?"

The demon master Kunpeng looked at the vast land, very puzzled.

"The human race creates characters, and luck is turbulent, and it will definitely grow. It has huge potential, so we must guard against it!"

Bai Ze frowned.

"It's okay!" Di Jun, who was sitting cross-legged on the throne, did not open his eyes, but said lightly, "The human race, the disease of scabies is not worth worrying!"

"The human race, created for Nuwa, will never threaten us at any time. On the contrary, the witch race is our mortal enemy!"

The demon master Kunpeng nodded, but for some reason, he looked at Chu Yang on Shouyang Mountain and felt an inexplicable feeling, like a bigger ant, like his life and death enemy.

On Kunlun Mountain, the Taiqing Saint opened his Dharma eyes.

He first looked at the place where the Tongtian Sect Master was. There were many disciples there, with a rolling demonic spirit and mixed voices. He shook his head slightly, sighed, and looked at the human land.

"Create words, all styles can be learned. From now on, record civilization and inheritance will continue. The human race will grow stronger!" The saint of Taiqing thought in his heart, "If you want to flourish completely, you will inevitably have a disaster, to eliminate the false luck and polish the foundation, and then you can fully flourish."

"Just, the human saint teacher!"

The Taiqing Saint's brow moved slightly, and finally, he closed his eyes again.

Nuwa Palace.

This palace was rebuilt again.

In the palace, Nuwa opened her eyes.

The creation of Pangu's true body has now been restored.

"The human race created the characters and its luck grew, which made me understand the way of heaven a little faster, but...!" Nuwa Niangniang shook her head, "No matter what, the human race will be under the demon race."

In Zixiao Palace, Taoist Ancestor Hongjun opened his eyes and then closed it again.

There are still many places in the prehistoric land, and they have attracted attention.

For example, the two Western Saints, Wuzhuangguan Zhenyuanzi, the Blood Sea of ​​Styx, the Ancestral Witch, and many other terrifying auras are also being looked at.

Chu Yang ignored the attention of the outside world.

Lift up the pen and continue writing.

"land!"

"people!"

The three talents of heaven, earth and man hang high in the sky and live side by side. The name is a thousand feet long, and the blessing of merits, the golden light shines in the vast world, and the universe is fixed.

Chu Yang kept writing.

One by one, they flew into the sky, and they lined up together, driving the surrounding black clouds and thunder into the distance, as if opening the passage of the sky.

His immortal energy was also consumed rapidly.

The words created are connected into one piece and form one's own side.

In the human village, all people worship, and the blessing of infinite luck and thoughts makes the light of these words more dazzling, and all evil will not invade and all things will not be stained.

Finally, three thousand words appeared in the sky.

"The way of heaven is above, and Chu Yang, a disciple of the human race, created three thousand words to inherit the human race civilization. Since then, the words have been endless and inherited!"

Chu Yang exhaled a breath of turbid air and worshiped the heaven and earth again.

Rumble!

Above the sky, a sound of thunder sounded, echoing in the sky and falling into the hearts of all spirits.

The next moment, the merits like waterfalls descend, sweeping away the black clouds that spread throughout the prehistoric world.

Some of these merits fell on three thousand words, which was a reward for the first batch of words, and some were on Chu Yang's pen. This acquired spiritual treasure was promoted in an instant and reached the acquired high-grade merit spiritual treasure. It was only half a step away from the top-grade merit spiritual treasure.

Four Taoist texts automatically appear above: the pen of humanity.

This is the nature of the way of heaven.

Chu Yang showed excitement and said in his heart: "With the spread of words, the prosperity of civilization, the subsequent endless belief in merit and humanity, the pen can definitely evolve to the level of the acquired top-quality merit spiritual treasure. As for the ultimate treasure, it is unlikely!"

The last merit falls on him.

No hesitation, absorb directly.
Chapter completed!