Chiyou received guidance from Xuanqing, feeling joyful, he decided to imdiately head to the Netherworld for the appointnt.
He soon passed the assessnt, smoothly taking up the role, becoming one of the assistants to Emperor Fengdu.
The entire process was very smooth.
Chiyou couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, the Reincarnation Demon God went through all kinds of hardships but couldn't enter the Netherworld, yet now I can work here!"
"The Three Pure Ones are indeed the Mystic Sect Leader, Primordial Giant."
"Their reputation is truly imnse!"
"Emperor Fengdu agreed to my employnt request as soon as he saw the recomndation letter."
After taking office, Chiyou did not imdiately plunge into work.
He received the Ghost Emperor Suit from Emperor Fengdu, imdiately wore it, and went to Ping Xin Hall to visit Houtu.
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On this day, the Human Race capital was stirred again, causing tremors throughout the Three Realms.
A rhythm rooted in the essence of civilization, the most ancient and solemn, began to sound slowly between heaven and earth.
"Heaven!"
A dry and hoarse voice pierced through layers of clouds, resounding across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Though the sound was faint, it contained a supre great power that could change the color of heaven and earth, making Ghost Gods wail!
Only to see an elderly man with white hair, stooped figure, appearing decayed like a piece of deadwood, standing shakily on a central altar of the capital.
There was no trace of mana fluctuation on him, nor was there any vitality, as if a gust of wind could completely blow him away.
Yet, on his face filled with wrinkles, there were four tightly closed eyes.
When the word "Heaven" sounded, those four eyes suddenly opened wide!
Cangjie used his finger as a brush, with heaven and earth as paper, writing stroke by stroke a symbol full of boundless mystery, ancient and sacred, in the void.
That symbol was "Heaven"!
"Earth!"
Another hoarse shout issued from the elder's mouth.
His fingers, like deadwood, once again stirred in the void.
The earth trembled, and mountains and rivers resonated with it.
A symbol heavy, vast, full of bearing and nurturing aning took shape.
"Man!"
"God!"
"Ghost!"
...
With each word, each tone.
With each word the elder uttered, with each symbol written, a profound and mysterious resonance occurred in the Primordial World.
A fundantal law of heaven and earth seed to beco clearer, more stable, and more perfect due to the birth of these texts!
Above the Nine Heavens, transford by Heavenly Dao Laws, the supre heavenly tenets recording all events in the Primordial beca self-active.
The part belonging to the Human Race civilization began to automatically update and evolve!
Cangjie created characters!
What he created were not re symbols for recording information.
They contained the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, able to articulate the Origin of the Great Dao, supre Daoist text!
Seeing the text, one could know its form, grasp its aning, understand its sound, and comprehend its way!
Rumble——
When Cangjie wrote the three thousandth character, wind and clouds changed colors, thunder roared, lightning flashed!
An incomparably thick, full of endless Creation vitality, Xuanhuang rit Qi, crashed down!
This was the Heavenly Dao's response.
Following were the earth's will, the human's will.
The Three Realms' wills collectively erged, bestowing endless rit, the highest reward for Cangjie's creation of characters.
The Xuanhuang rit Qi entirely poured into Cangjie, whose body was already exhausted.
In a visible manner, his shriveled flesh began to replenish.
His full head of white hair rapidly turned from white to black.
In just a few breaths, the elder decayed like a deadwood disappeared entirely.
Replacing him was a middle-aged literati with a lean face, wise eyes, filled with endless wisdom and vitality.
In fact, he was never truly old.
He rely exhausted all his energy and life to create these three thousand characters capable of articulating the Great Dao and passing on civilization.
Above the capital, rit Golden Light gathered into a sea, golden lotuses drifted down like raindrops.
The three thousand characters written by Cangjie, under the illumination of rit Golden Light, emitted unprecedented brilliant radiance.
As if imbued with life, they happily danced and swirled in mid-air.
Eventually, these characters transford into a golden river, slowly flowing, surrounding Cangjie's body.
The Great Dao was established, rit bestowed, Ten Thousand Immortals bowed their heads, all deities focused!
Cangjie, with his four divine radiant eyes, calmly glanced at the vast sky.
Then, he calmly stepped forward.
Beneath his feet, naturally ford was a White Jade Stairway of three thousand steps, condensed from rit Golden Light and Great Dao Runes, leading him into a mystical world.
"Congratulations, Daoist!"
"et Daoist Cangjie!"
In the void, water rippled.
On that endless tributary of the Great Dao, woven by various Great Dao Laws.
One by one, Supre Daoist Lords, with a presence deep as the sea, each holding a Great Dao dominion, manifested their forms to greet and congratulate this newly appointed Master of the Literary Dao.
Cangjie's gaze swept over those diversely ford, yet equally powerful Daoist Master figures.
Yet, before he could see the appearances of many Daoist Masters clearly.
Those myriad rivers of the Great Dao receded like tides.
Only a broad river full of the light of wisdom, flickering vibrant sparks of civilization, lay across before him.
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