Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Seemingly having received some order, the dragons on the battlefield turned and left, indicating that they would no longer participate in the matter.

Without the support of the dragons, the battle that followed became much simpler.

After the Three Pure Ones left, Chen Qing personally took action and captured all the high-level combatants of the Witch Clan, including Feng Bo and Yu Shi.

The remaining Chi You was also severely injured by Duobao and his companions wielding the Witch-Slaying Sword and captured alive.

The Jiuli tribe suffered a crushing defeat. Under Xuanyuan's command, the various tribes pursued their victory relentlessly, slaughtering the Jiuli and leaving them routed, their blood flowing like rivers. Only when the remaining Jiuli tribesmen surrendered did Xuanyuan withdraw his troops.

The remaining mess is Xuanyuan's problem, and has nothing to do with Chen Qing and the others.

Chi You, the mastermind behind this great war, was torn apart by five horses in full view of everyone.

Given Chi You's current level of power and his mysteriously restored Wu Clan body, he certainly wouldn't have died so easily—but that couldn't stop Chen Qing. With a few simple tricks, he resolved everything.

As for the Wu tribe members captured by Chen Qing, he found an opportunity to send them directly to the underworld. Now that Chi You is dead, he believes they will be able to settle down under Hou Tu's control.

Pingxin didn't say much about Chi You's death. The Wu tribe didn't know, but surely she understood?

In this vast and ancient land, the human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth, and is the darling of the heavens.

It is virtually impossible for the Wu Clan to rise to power again—the Heavenly Dao will not allow it, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun will not allow it, and those saints will not allow it.

If it weren't for Chen Qing's intervention, it's estimated that none of the Wu Clan members who left the Underworld would have returned. The current situation is already quite good.

Chi You's Jiuli tribe suffered a major defeat, and the human race was completely restored to unity.

Under Xuanyuan's leadership, the human race gradually recovered and prospered. After the great war, the human race possessed an unusually strong sense of unity. This powerful unity led to rapid development.

After the incident, Chen Qing's avatar did not immediately leave the human tribe, but instead began to travel among the various tribes.

One day, in a tribe, he saw a child who was very different from others. While his companions were playing happily or helping the adults with chores, this child would go to the side and draw on the ground with a twig after finishing his tasks. This made Chen Qing very curious.

"What are you doing?" Chen Qing walked over, squatted down, and asked gently.

The child looked up and said innocently, "I want to create something that can record everything about our human race."

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow: "Don't humans now have methods like inscribing stones and tying knots to record events? Why don't you use them? Is it because you can't learn them?"

"No way!" the child said proudly. "I think those two methods are inconvenient. I, Cangjie, will create a more convenient method!"

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat—Cangjie? Isn't that the legendary figure who created writing? He never expected to encounter him here.

He paused for a moment, pointed to the crooked marks on the ground, and asked, "Then why did you carve these marks on the ground?"

Cangjie explained earnestly: "Some time ago, I was playing outside the tribe when I met some elders who were going into the mountains to hunt."

One person said to go east, another said to go west, and yet another said to go south, each claiming to have found excellent prey, and they argued endlessly.

Later, out of curiosity, I asked them how they found the prey—did they see it with their own eyes? I later learned that they used the footprints on the ground to determine the direction of the prey.

He paused, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "So I thought, since animal tracks can tell us where they went, could we also use this method to create a way of recording things that everyone can understand? That way, we could record even more things."

After hearing Cangjie's explanation, Chen Qing was completely certain that the child in front of him was indeed Cangjie, the one who was about to create writing.

After a moment's thought, Chen Qing made up his mind—he decided to stay and guide Cangjie in creating writing. This was of paramount importance to humanity; it was the beginning of civilization and the foundation of its heritage.

Although he has memories of his past life and can create characters at will, those characters are his own, not those of the human race.

What humanity needs is this process, to understand the meaning and significance of these words, and the spirit of creating something from nothing, through personal creation.

So Chen Qing settled down in this small tribe. Every day, he tried his best to guide Cangjie to think, observe, and record, allowing him to draw inspiration from all things in heaven and earth.

Time passed day by day. The people in the tribe gradually noticed Chen Qing, this uninvited guest, who spent his days drawing and writing on the ground with one of their children, doing something unknown.

Later, someone finally recognized Chen Qing's identity, which caused a sensation throughout the entire tribe and the surrounding tribes. People flocked to him, all coming to pay their respects to the Holy Master.

Chen Qing didn't offer much explanation. After sending those people away, he continued his teaching as if nothing had happened.

The tribespeople knew that the Holy Master must have a special purpose in doing this, so they did not come to disturb him and instead observed him secretly.

Under Chen Qing's guidance, Cangjie's inspiration flowed like a spring.

He observed the sun in the sky and created the character "日" (sun); he looked at the moon at night and created the character "月" (moon); and he used the shadow of a person as a reference to create the character "人" (person).

Mountains and rivers, birds, beasts, insects and fish, plants, flowers and fruits... all things in the world are transformed into simple and vivid symbols under his pen.

Chen Qing has lived in this tribe for over twenty years. The mischievous little boy of yesteryear has now become a man nearing middle age. His face is etched with the marks of time, but his eyes are brighter and more determined than ever before.

That day, after Cangjie made the last stroke on the ground, he seemed to understand something, raised his head, and looked at Chen Qing.

Looking at the densely packed, neatly arranged characters on the ground, Chen Qing was filled with emotion. He nodded and encouraged him, "Go. If you gain the approval of Heaven, your actions will be of immeasurable merit. In the future, the human race will surely forever remember your name, Cangjie."

Cangjie created writing, which could have been directly disseminated among humanity. However, there was an even simpler and more efficient way to spread it—through the power of Heaven. If one could gain the approval of Heaven, the form and meaning of these characters could be directly transmitted to the minds of every human being, allowing them to learn them instantly.

With the current large human population, if we were to follow the oral transmission method used by Fuxi and Lieshan, it would probably take several hundred years for the knowledge to spread, as that requires a long learning process.

After receiving Chen Qing's affirmation, Cangjie felt relieved. Over the years, he had listened to Chen Qing's words without question, not only because of Chen Qing's status as a holy teacher, but also because of Chen Qing's meticulous teaching and selfless help over the years.

Cangjie walked resolutely to an open space in the tribe, took a deep breath, and said loudly:

"Now there is a human named Cangjie, who, feeling that humanity was in a state of ignorance, with nothing to record and nothing to rely on, specially created writing—as Heaven would bear witness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone else could react, the branch in Cangjie's hand began to move in the air, writing one character after another on the ground.

The words seemed to come alive, rising from the ground and transforming into golden rays that shot straight into the sky.