This is the Literary Dao River!
Cangjie opened his eyes and saw that the world before him was no longer the turbulent spaceti.
Here was a world transford by endless rit and wisdom, harmonious and tranquil.
Between heaven and earth, the Eight Diagrams constantly evolved into the infinite truths of the Great Dao.
A lody, soothing and enchanting as if washing the soul, ca from afar.
Cangjie looked toward the sound to see a noble gentleman, dressed in an Eight Diagrams Taoist Robe, with handso features and a gentle deanor, holding a long zither, sitting cross-legged under a towering Ancient Tree, nodding at him in a distant salute.
"Greetings, Daoist."
"Fu Xi Saint Emperor!"
At the sight of that figure, Cangjie's lips trembled with overwhelming excitent.
Unexpectedly, he had quickly encountered the existence he so revered.
Cangjie instinctively wanted to bow down.
However, Fu Xi's figure slightly flickered, sidestepping his bow.
He shook his head, a smile as warm as a spring breeze appeared on his face.
"There is no Saint Emperor here, only fellow travelers on the path."
"You and I are both friends of the Literary Dao, adding bricks to the Human Race civilization, the Human Dao Great Era."
"Moreover, on this path, you have even advanced ahead of ."
As soon as his sentence ended, Fu Xi's figure dissipated like a dreamlike bubble.
Only the soothing lody of the zither continued to echo between heaven and earth.
Cangjie stood in place, closed his eyes, and pondered deeply over the profound aning in Fu Xi's words.
After a long ti, a knowing smile appeared on his face.
Again, he cupped his hands in salute toward the direction where Fu Xi had vanished.
Then, he took another step forward, entering a world as dark as ink, filled with endless reincarnation and order.
Around him, the Ghost Gods stood in a row, and the fierce wind howled.
"Congratulations, Daoist, on reaching the peak of the Literary Dao!"
Voices filled with majesty and murderous intent ca from within the endless darkness.
Countless mysterious and profound Ghost Path runes constantly ford and vanished around him, evolving.
Allowing Cangjie a glimpse into the visage of the Netherworld.
In the next instant, the world suddenly shifted, and sacred chants sang high.
In the Constant Sand World, a sage returned, fulfilling a vow to co back.
The two Daoists who had transcended the Other Shore returned to the world to save those in distress, fulfilling the wishes of all beings.
In the infinite, Zen-like, wise Sanskrit scriptures, Cangjie saw two golden words blazing with boundless light.
"Compassion!"
Jieyin and Zhun Ti put their palms together and nodded slightly at Cangjie.
Cangjie solemnly paid his respects, also putting his hands together, returning the gesture.
Another step, blood boiling, battle intent raging!
The world before Cangjie seed to turn into a primitive and wild, blood-stained battlefield!
Between heaven and earth, only an indomitable and defiant supre Dao sound remained.
"Wu!"
The supre will to battle heaven and earth, never surrendering, perated the entire world.
Making even the scholarly Cangjie unable to resist his blood boiling.
Cangjie chuckled.
Before him appeared thirteen towering colossal shadows, led by the Earth Goddess Houtu.
Among them, the figures of Houtu, Ju Mang, and Wu Luo shone as bright as the sun, exuding powerful auras.
The remaining eight figures appeared sowhat dim, as if they might vanish at any mont.
They smiled at Cangjie, a smile full of goodwill.
"Daoist, please!"
Cangjie took his leave from the hosts of this place, treading above the Canghai, listening to the winds from all directions.
In this mont, wind and water achieved perfect harmony.
In the cycle of wind and water, there is a Great Dao connecting heaven and earth.
A Carefree Guest road the universe.
Upon seeing Cangjie, joy welled up in his heart.
"This is my Great Dao, what do you think?"
With a sweeping motion of the Kunpeng's wide sleeve, in an instant, wind and water transford the world, the demon script spanned Qiankun!
A grand and magnificent, infinitely mysterious and enigmatic epic scroll of Demon Clan civilization unfolded slowly before Cangjie.
Cangjie observed it, a heartfelt admiration and esteem showing on his face.
"Extrely profound, its achievents surpass the world!"
"Excellent! Excellent!"
A resonant and carefree laughter echoed through the entire Literary Dao River.
The carefree Immortal who transford wind and water laughed heartily up to the sky, then extended a finger, pointing to Cangjie from the air.
Innurable golden light points, representing the Qi Fortune of the Literary Dao, converged into Cangjie's body like rivers returning to the sea!
"I acknowledge you as the master of this Literary Dao!"
Kunpeng's voice was filled with ease and relief.
He acknowledged this newcor.
Being surpassed was not sothing unacceptable for him.
After all, in the Literary Dao, he too had once been a newcor, surpassing countless predecessors.
Tis are forever changing, and civilization is eternally progressing.
He had mastered the Literary Dao for many years.
Now, a new master of the Literary Dao was born in this Human Dao Great Era.
The authority of this Literary Dao rightly should be passed to the other.
"I'm leaving now!"
The wind and water dispersed, Cangjie advanced once again.
He seed to traverse the barriers of ti and space, arriving at the era of the Three Ancient Clans.
The bold and unrestrained Dragon Chapter, the splendid and beautiful Phoenix Seal, the ancient and profound Qilin Book...
Piece by piece, volu by volu, writing magnificently moving and tragic epics of that era.
"To carry the Dao with literature, how difficult it is!"
At the end of the Literary Dao River, Cangjie sighed.
Exactly as Kunpeng did when he once ca here.
He looked back, seeing that besides several main streams, the Literary Dao River had many smaller branches.
This represented the Primordial Creatures' exploration of the Literary Dao.
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