Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Everyone was filled with curiosity, wanting to see what the confident Zhou Yi had in mind.

Before leaving the human settlement, Zhou Yi briefly explained a few words to Suihuang.

On the way, Yu Qiang finally couldn't contain his doubts and asked, "Why did you leave the human race to create writing? Shouldn't you be in seclusion cultivating?"

Zhou Yi didn't turn around, but calmly asked in return, "Then tell me, what is the meaning of words?"

This question caused the two wizards to fall into deep thought.

Hou Tu began to seriously ponder the deeper meaning behind the words, while Yu Qiang couldn't figure it out for a moment. He shouted impatiently, "Stop playing riddles! Just say what you mean!"

This drew a burst of laughter from Yu Hao.

Faced with Yu Hao's mockery, Yu Qiang glared angrily, while Hou Tu could only shake his head helplessly.

In her view, the most basic function of writing is to record and convey information.

Noticing everyone's confusion, Zhou Yi decided to stop beating around the bush and explained directly: "The most important thing about writing is that it can intuitively express all things in the world, so that people can understand its meaning at a glance."

At this point, he looked around. "For example, this footprint I mentioned," Zhou Yi pointed to a mark on the ground and continued, "can you identify what kind of animal left this?"

Because they didn't know much about the details of the prehistoric world, Fang Yun and Yu Hao were very confused.

But Yu Qiang, who often went out hunting, quickly recognized it: "This is the footprint of an earth dragon, belonging to one of those hybrid dragon clans."

After receiving confirmation, Zhou Yi further inquired: "If I record the image of this footprint and spread it, letting everyone know that it is the mark of the earth dragon, wouldn't that become a kind of symbol?"

After some discussion, they gradually understood the idea behind the Book of Changes: to create symbols by depicting objects in nature, such as using a circle to represent the sun, adding rays to form the character "日" (sun), and drawing the shape of the moon to form the character "月" (moon).

All of this inspired everyone, especially Yu Qiang, who stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

He was filled with surprise, having originally thought that Zhou Yi was just talking casually.

However, after explaining his idea in detail, he realized that it was not just a pipe dream, but actually feasible.

"Expressing things directly in this way requires no special abilities; you just need to remember them and pass them on, and that's how writing is formed," Hou Tu sighed and said slowly.

At this moment, she was completely convinced that what Zhou Yi was doing was real and feasible. He was indeed trying to create a new writing system that could be read and used even by those without cultivation, and that could be used to record things.

In comparison, Daoist script requires a certain level of cultivation to understand, while the script of the demon race requires either demon blood or recognition.

However, the new writing system of humans did not have these restrictions; as long as one could remember and recognize it, one could use it to record information.

Hou Tu's expression was unusually complex. What the Wu tribe had been searching for for so long but could not obtain, had been achieved so easily by the human race.

What's even more amazing is that all of this might be accomplished in less than ten years.

The method is simply to observe all things and then describe their forms one by one.

For the modern I Ching, this is a piece of cake; it only takes a little effort.

Yu Hao and Fang Yun also began their own observation and creation process, carving patterns no bigger than grains of rice and carefully arranging them on the stone slab.

As one stone slab after another was filled, Yu Qiang and Hou Tu curiously approached to take a closer look. At a glance, they recognized no fewer than a dozen characters that they could understand, such as sun and moon, grass and trees, and mountains. These were all drawn based on the appearance of real objects, simple and clear.

"Sister, I'm afraid I'm going to lose this time," Yu Qiang said with a wry smile. He knew from the very beginning that he had no chance of winning.

Hou Tu focused intently on those stone slabs, and whenever someone filled a slab with writing, she would personally go forward to collect and preserve it.

Seeing this, Yu Qiang sighed helplessly, "How could this happen!" He then joined Hou Tu's work.

Just as Hou Tu had predicted, even faster than expected, in just five years they set off from the human tribe and traveled eastward, drawing pictures of all the sights they saw along the way and recording them on stone tablets.

Over the course of five years, they traversed almost every inch of Buzhou Mountain, eventually returning to their tribe with a mountain of stone slabs piled up as high as a small hill.

Each stone slab is densely covered with various characters in different shapes, some resembling mountains and rivers, some like grass and trees, and some like the sun and moon, vividly depicting all things in the primordial world.

"They really did it!" Emperor Sui and the others had been eagerly awaiting their arrival outside the desolate kingdom.

They understood the significance of the project and were both excited and nervous.

With the return of Zhou Yi and the others, and seeing the mountain of stone slabs behind the two demon gods, everyone's hearts finally settled down.

"Sister, I think I still have a chance. He might fail."

"We haven't encountered anything particularly mysterious along the way."

"I'm afraid that if I don't get the approval of Heaven, all my efforts will be in vain."

Yu Qiang followed closely behind. Over the past five years, he had become intimately familiar with every move these men made, leaving nothing out.

However, in theory, such a momentous event as the creation of writing would inevitably trigger the response of the Heavenly Dao, just as when the Demon Master Kunpeng created the Demon Script, he not only gained immense merit from the Heavenly Dao, but also elevated his realm to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

But right now, they see no signs of it.

"Don't jump to conclusions before the final moment arrives," Hou Tu said, carefully examining the stone slab in his hand.

After years of research, she became very familiar with the contents of the stone tablet and could at least understand the meaning of the words.

Therefore, she is more optimistic about the development potential of this writing system than Yu Qiang is.

The Wu tribe urgently needed a script to record their history and heritage, and the script created by the human race today perfectly met this need.

"This is already the 2999th word. How many more does he plan to write?"

Yu Qiang complained as he looked through the stone slab in his hand.

After detailed counting, there are currently 2999 different characters, which can describe almost everything in the primordial world.

However, Zhou Yi did not stop writing, nor did he receive the approval of Heaven, and the hope of success seemed slim.

"Could it be that Nuwa and those saints are secretly causing trouble? How despicable," Yu Qiang secretly wondered.

At this moment, Zhou Yi returned to the desolate country with the stone tablet, chose a high place to stand quietly, and silently watched the bustling crowd around him.

For half a day, he remained silent like a statue, simply watching the crowd move by.