Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Finally, Yu Qiang couldn't help but speak up: "Zhou Yi, it's okay to fail. Don't worry, I will treat the one condition you owe me very fairly."

After remaining silent for a long time, Zhou Yi finally turned to look at Yu Qiang with a bright smile on his face, but he didn't say anything.

This smile made Yu Qiang feel uneasy.

In fact, the Book of Changes is a review of the past five years.

Over the past five years, he has witnessed countless things, broadened his horizons, and gained a deeper understanding by creating the human race's script from scratch.

At this moment, looking at the bustling crowd, his heart became unusually calm, as if an invisible force was awakening.

"Do you think I've already failed?" Zhou Yi's words left Hou Tu speechless for a moment, and he stood there stunned.

Yu Qiang responded directly: "I admit that your idea is indeed ingenious, and even the words you wrote along the way may have their value."

"However, this world did not accept it, as if it could be corrected at any moment."

Yu Qiang examined the stone slab in his hand, turning it over and over again.

The symbols on the stone slab glittered in the sunlight, but remained motionless.

He had seen the runes of the demon race before; those runes emitted a faint golden light and exuded the unique aura of the demon race.

"Our human writing system does not need the approval of Heaven!"

Zhou Yi's words greatly shocked Yu Qiang.

He was secretly amazed by Zhou Yi's boldness and unwavering toughness, which seemed to disdain everything in the world.

At the same time, dark clouds began to gather in the sky and slowly moved toward the human territory.

"You witch clan keep saying you don't respect heaven and earth, but in reality you still fear the way of heaven."

"But we humans are different; perhaps our strength is not as great as yours."

"But in terms of will, we are more resolute than any other race."

Zhou Yi's gaze was unwavering.

Hou Tu originally intended to speak up for Yu Qiang, but after hearing these words, he felt a surge of anger and stared directly at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi did not back down. He met their gaze and then uttered a shocking statement, word by word.

"But how can our human language be without the word 'human'?"

"I want it to be simple and easy to understand, yet expressive."

"Those two strokes, one left and one right, symbolize mutual support. People rely on each other to stand tall in the world, so these two strokes represent 'human'!"

Zhou Yi took out the last stone slab and solemnly wrote the character "人" (person).

Instantly, the other stone slabs with inscriptions floated up together, hovering around Zhou Yi in the astonished gazes of Hou Tu and Yu Qiang.

Zhou Yi's body also began to slowly rise from the mountaintop, surrounded by strange light.

"Could it be that he really succeeded?" Yu Qiang asked in surprise.

Yu Qiang was horrified.

With a loud bang, a dazzling bolt of lightning illuminated the Zhouyi in the sky.

Hou Tu's expression shifted rapidly, then he cried out in disbelief, "This is not the approval of Heaven, but divine punishment!"

"Heaven's will does not allow it to exist."

Hou Tu slowly raised its head, its deep gaze fixed on the sky filled with lightning.

Yu Qiang found a place to sit down, and while drinking the fine wine that Zhou Yi had given him, he began his commentary: "The human race is truly unique."

"Whatever you do, you always have to make sure the whole world knows about it."

At the same time, his gaze did not leave Yu Hao beside him. This man was usually very good at sarcasm, and at this moment he was watching everything that was happening in the air with complete concentration.

Thunderclouds rolled across the sky, like a harbinger of the end of the world.

The humans on the ground looked up at all of this, and even though they were ordinary humans, they could feel the intense hostility emanating from the Heavenly Dao.

This feeling was extremely unpleasant, as if the whole world was collectively rejecting one's ancestors.

Even deep down, a sense of disgust arose unconsciously, and reason could only barely control this dangerous emotion.

Without hesitation, Zhou Yi rushed into the thunderclouds.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, the humans could only vaguely make out those blurry figures.

However, the inscriptions on the stone slab beside Zhou Yi appeared exceptionally clear under the illumination of the thunder.

These densely packed characters resemble stars shining in the night sky.

"The Ancestor of Humanity must succeed." Yu Hao and Fang Yun understood that what was happening before their eyes had gone beyond the simple act of creating characters.

This is a new path paved for humanity, an unprecedented route, and it is crucial for the long-term development of humanity.

Civilization is passed down and continued through writing; only writing can allow civilization to stand firm in the long river of time.

Zhou Yi, amidst the thunderclouds, adjusted his position, facing the divine lightning that was gradually turning purple, without any intention of retreating. "Heaven above, today I, Zhou Yi, create characters for my human race."

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing through the thunderclouds.

After saying that, he decisively drew a stroke and a dot in the air to start the character "人" (person).

This time, the thunderbolt fell without hesitation, striking the character "人" (person) written in the Book of Changes.

The characters instantly emitted golden light and collided with the lightning.

Surprisingly, the word was not destroyed; instead, it became even more dazzling due to the power of the thunder.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yun immediately shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, look carefully! This character is pronounced 'ren,' the 'ren' of our human race!" The humans below began to whisper and repeat after him.

At first, there were only scattered sounds, but they quickly coalesced into a chorus. Seeing this, Zhou Yi was in high spirits and encouraged, and continued writing.

Meanwhile, Nuwa was searching for materials to create humans when she inadvertently witnessed all of this and became extremely angry.

"The Book of Changes!" She was burning with anger, believing that the human race at this time did not have the ability to have an independent writing system.

However, Zhou Yi's actions elevated the status of the human race to a new level that she considered inappropriate.

Nuwa felt a pang of regret, but she quickly dismissed the idea and decided to add some other elements in an attempt to create something even better.

Above the boundless seas, the Three Pure Ones, after their disintegration, reunited for the first time.

The Master of Heaven, sword in hand, coldly stared at the Supreme Celestial Venerable and the Primordial Celestial Venerable, his tone icy, "You two sages, are you trying to stop me?"

Shangqing Tianzun calmly replied, "Third brother, this is an internal affair of the human race, not an arrangement of the Heavenly Dao. You must not interfere without authorization." Yuanshi Tianzun looked at his brother with slight apprehension, after all, the four Zhuxian Swords behind him were extremely powerful.

"Stop calling me Third Brother. The brotherhood between us has long since vanished."

"I hope you will call me Tongtian Daoren. As for whether or not to help him, that is my choice," Tongtian Jiaozhu stated firmly.

Shangqing Tianzun sighed softly, then continued, "Since that's the case, Tongtian Daoist, I will definitely stop you from advancing today."

"This Ancestor of Humanity is a variable; he must perish here. Don't meddle in other people's business. Your Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation poses no threat to us." Upon hearing this, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's confidence soared.