Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Witnessing all this, the Tongtian Sect Leader laughed heartily, took another sip of wine, and then left in a carefree manner.

Zhou Yi's success today is also a silent rebuttal to certain people, and he feels extremely pleased. Taiyi Shen, who was originally excited and expectant, is now very disappointed because he did not expect that the heavenly punishment would fail to defeat Zhou Yi.

Di Jun secretly rejoiced that he hadn't acted impulsively, otherwise the current situation would have been very awkward.

In the sky, Zhou Yi was working against the clock.

That black lightning bolt was clearly different from ordinary divine punishment.

No one can predict whether an even more terrible blow will suddenly strike.

He had to hurry up and finish his task to ensure that the texts would remain intact.

Hongjun thought it was all over and closed his eyes, only to find that Zhou Yi had not died.

When he was ready to act again, Zhou Yi had already finished writing the last character.

Starting with the human race and ending with different ethnic groups.

At this moment, the heavenly tribulation is a thing of the past, and even if Hongjun wanted to make any changes, it would be too late.

The thunderstorm seemed to realize the change in the situation and began to gradually dissipate.

Then came a golden, auspicious light, which quickly covered half the sky like a tide.

This light contained a rich power of merit, so great that it was almost half the merit of a saint.

Such a magnificent sight amazed all the creatures of the prehistoric world.

Many strong individuals felt a mix of emotions, a complex blend of feelings.

The two Western Saints watched this scene from afar, and Zhunti was filled with regret, sighing incessantly.

"Senior brother, if we had acted sooner and guided the I Ching to the West, this merit would have belonged to us."

Jieyin narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, "Junior brother, it's not entirely without a chance. Just watch, one day it will fall into our hands."

His eyes revealed a firm confidence.

By this time, he had come to a profound understanding of the unique value of the Book of Changes.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the written creation was successfully completed.

All the characters seemed to come alive, leaping off the stone slab and merging into the world, becoming a widely recognized form of writing.

The stone slabs that originally bore the inscriptions underwent an astonishing transformation under the power of merit. Thousands of stone slabs merged into a single piece of jade, surrounded by a faint golden light.

Finally, the jade stone slowly landed in Zhou Yi's hand.

"What a treasure! This is even better than the previous Heavenly Mandate City Wall." Zhou Yi was delighted and couldn't help but exclaim.

The power contained in this treasure exceeded his expectations and will surely have a huge impact on the development of the human race.

The power of merit in the sky poured down like a celestial river, covering the entire human territory.

This powerful force not only filled everyone's hearts, but also flowed into Hou Tu and Yu Qiang's bodies.

"We can get some too?" Yu Qiang asked, scratching his head in confusion.

I was just joining in the fun and helping to carry the stone slabs, how could I have received such precious merit?

It should be noted that even the Wu tribe is well aware of the preciousness of merit.

"You've been with us the whole time, helping to move the stone slabs; that's a contribution in itself," Zhou Yi's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

He had returned to his original spot without anyone noticing, and was smiling at Yu Qiang beside him.

Yu Qiang was startled by Zhou Yi's sudden appearance and was secretly surprised, because he had not noticed the other party's arrival at all.

This can only mean one thing: in the process of creating written characters, the power of the I Ching was further enhanced.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy looking at me like that?" Zhou Yi joked, noticing the change in Yu Qiang's expression.

This time, Yu Qiang didn't shout as usual; he just silently shook his head.

I really felt like I had gotten a great deal, to gain such precious merit in just five years, an opportunity that others could only dream of.

However, these merits have not yet been fully absorbed and refined by Yu Qiang.

After returning to the past for a period of time, he believed that his abilities would be further enhanced.

Fang Yun then returned to Zhou Yi's side. Because he had been in such a hurry to save people, his hair ornament was disheveled and his clothes were wrinkled, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi personally adjusted his hair ornament and gently patted the dust off his body.

"Thank you." When he regained consciousness, he heard Fang Yun's words and poems during the crisis, which were relayed by others and provided him with great help.

"I only played a supporting role; I wasn't the one who truly woke you up," Fang Yun waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to take credit. He knew he wasn't the key factor.

Zhou Yi nodded without saying anything more. He had a general understanding of the source of the power that allowed him to recover at the crucial moment, but it was not convenient to reveal it at this time.

"Writing has been born, and the Way of Literature has begun. From now on, you must work even harder." Zhou Yi looked at Fang Yun, his eyes filled with expectation.

The emergence of this new script ignited the flame of civilization's inheritance, and Fang Yun will be the first torchbearer to pass on this light.

Fang Yun was extremely excited at this moment. As everyone was reciting those words, he could clearly feel his righteous energy growing.

He couldn't help but imagine: if everyone could read and write, compose poems and lyrics, what astonishing level would his righteousness reach? How powerful would humanity become?

Fang Yun had a premonition that once written language became widespread among the people, this world would be far more powerful than before. "Now that we have written language and poetry, and you are here, it is the perfect time for enlightenment."

"I will entrust this task to you and Yu Hao. Every member of the clan must receive continuous literacy education for at least nine years from the time they are old enough to understand, even those with cultivation talent are no exception." His tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Hou Tu frowned slightly upon hearing Zhou Yi's words and asked, "Zhou Yi, doing this requires a lot of resources. Shouldn't your human race focus on development?"

"Culture is the core pillar of a nation. In my view, while production development is important, the promotion of culture is equally important."

Zhou Yi looked calmly at Hou Tu and said, "I believe you can do it. I'll leave this to you."

Zhou Yi reached out and beckoned, and the jade-like stone slab flew lightly toward Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was astonished, and everyone around him looked incredulous.

The fact that this precious treasure was given away so easily, especially considering its offensive and defensive value, speaks volumes about its value.

Fang Yun's eyes welled up with tears, filled with gratitude: "Rest assured, Ancestor, human culture will surely flourish. If I fail to achieve this, I am willing to atone with my death."

Seeing Fang Yun's state, Zhou Yi gently patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Alright, I believe you are capable enough to handle this, there's no need to say such things."

Then, Zhou Yi turned around and looked down at the crowd below, whose faces were already wet with tears.

Several hours ago, Zhou Yi lay motionless on the ground, almost considered dead.