In the prehistoric times, vicious plots were frequent, the ancestor witch advised me to calm down

After the appearance of the evil article

The demon tribe then had their own writing system, which made it much faster for them to transmit information to each other on the battlefield.

In the past, liches had no written language and relied entirely on verbal communication to convey orders.

Sometimes the battle is too intense, and the spells and magical powers of voice transmission are useless, so people can only be sent to run back and forth between the battlefield and the rear.

This makes it easy to convey the wrong orders.

Nowadays, the demon clan has solved this problem, but the witch clan is still standing still.

After listening to this, Gu Chuan looked at one of the great witches and asked:

"Brother Cangwu, do you have any demon writings from the demon race? I'd like to take a look."

Hearing what Guchuan said, Cangwu took out a piece of animal skin and handed it to Guchuan.

Furukawa took the animal skin, looked at it for a long time, then shook his head and said:

"This demon text is not perfect yet, and there are many errors in it. However, with this demon text, I can improve it to create a witch text, which will definitely be more useful than this demon text."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the great witches were overjoyed. Their witch clan could now have their own writing?

Facing the questions from the great wizards, Guchuan was full of confidence. He believed that the Chinese language system on Earth in his previous life was already perfect enough and he could use it directly.

"It's time to let these primitive country bumpkins see the wisdom of future generations."

Furukawa thought silently in his heart.

At this time, Houyi had returned. Beside him stood a beautiful woman wearing animal skins. Although her clothes were simple, she was extremely beautiful. Looking around, all the men of the Wu tribe present envied Houyi's marriage.

Furukawa didn't think too much about it. He had seen many beautiful women in his previous life.

Even with the ten-level beauty and skin smoothing function, Chang'e's appearance is just so-so.

Just as Furukawa was recalling his teachers from his previous life, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a space being violently torn open. Then, a figure wrapped in thunder walked out of the space crack.

This is the ancestor of thunder - Qiang Liang!

Qiang Liang’s arrival seemed to be a signal, and the ancient witches appeared one after another.

Out of the twelve ancient witches, eight of them showed up!

This is the value of the witch clan’s first sharpshooter.

For the ancestor witches, Houyi, who has the potential to become their descendant, deserves all the care he can get.

After all, they come from the same bloodline.

With the arrival of the ancient witches, the wedding officially began.

As the eldest brother of the ancient witches, Dijiang acted as the master of ceremonies and presided over Houyi's wedding.

After the wedding, the newlyweds toasted everywhere.

Furukawa also took the opportunity to question Chang'e and found that this girl was kind-hearted, and was completely different from what later generations said, that she betrayed Houyi for the sake of benefits.

After learning more about the situation, Guchuan could only remind Houyi and his wife to be more careful in the future.

Just as Hou Yi's problem was solved, Furukawa encountered another one.

"Purple Sky Palace? Me?"

By the campfire, Guchuan looked at Dijiang in front of him with a strange expression on his face.

If he remembered correctly, this sermon in Zixiao Palace would be the last one. After the sermon, Hongjun would distribute the saintly positions.

Although this holy position seemed to have been decided long ago, it would not be said that he had no idea at all.

Although Guchuan intends to prove his truth through force and does not need the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he can give the Hongmeng Purple Qi to others.

The Hongmeng purple qi from the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two saints of the West is not easy to snatch, but the Hongmeng purple qi that Hongyun got is much easier.

If Guchuan remembered correctly, after this sermon, Hongyun would offend Kunpeng because of giving up the sainthood, and then be hunted down by Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun.

In the end, he ended up dead.

The whereabouts of the wisp of primordial purple energy behind Hongyun was unknown and it never appeared again.

Thinking of this, Guchuan suddenly discovered that the operating space of this wisp of Hongmeng purple energy seemed to be very large.

"Furukawa? Furukawa? Are you listening to me?"

Dijiang's voice sounded again.

After being reminded by Dijiang, Guchuan suddenly came back to his senses and quickly asked:

"Emperor Jiang Zuwu, what did you just say?"

Hearing what Guchuan said, Dijiang couldn't help but shook his head. Guchuan was good in every way except that he always liked to daydream. No one knew what he was thinking about every day.

"In another thousand years, Zixiao Palace will reopen, and Hongjun will preach again. It is said that he has reached the realm of a saint. Even for us, listening to him preach will be very fruitful."

"We discussed it and decided to take a few promising juniors with us."

Di Jiang spoke slowly and told his plan.

After listening to this, Furukawa immediately nodded and said:

"I go."

Seeing that Guchuan agreed, Dijiang stopped talking about this topic and instead talked about some things about managing the tribe and strategic layout.

In terms of strength, he is the strongest in the witch clan, but in terms of strategy, he would like to hear Guchuan's ideas.

The bonfire party lasted for a month.

During this period, except for the ancestor witches who stayed for one day and then left, the other great witches did not leave.

Everyone ate meat and drank wine with big mouthfuls, enjoying the unique happiness of this wild land.

The juicy barbecue and the refreshing liquor seemed to be endless.

All of this comes from Pangu's legacy.

After the wedding, Guchuan said goodbye to the newlyweds Houyi and his wife, leaving a message "keep the noise down at night, it may disturb others", and then returned to his tribe.

After returning to the tribe, Guchuan began to retreat again.

However, this time he did not practice in seclusion, but began to create characters.

With the memory of his previous life, Furukawa said that he created characters, but in fact, he just copied them and made some improvements.

Of course, the text must be understandable, readable, and writable by everyone, and it must also be in line with the cultural habits of the Wu tribe, which requires a lot of effort.

Furukawa's retreat lasted for three years.

Until this day

"My name is Guchuan. Today I have created the Wu Clan's written language, called Wuwen. It consists of eight thousand characters. Heaven and earth shall bear witness to it!"

With Guchuan's shout, the wilderness shook and thunder echoed throughout the wilderness. This was the recognition of heaven and earth for Guchuan's creation of witch writing.

The next moment, an incomparably huge golden light of merit descended from the sky, enveloping Guchuan completely.

At the same time, all the information about Wu Wen automatically appeared in the minds of every Wu clan member.

For a moment, the entire witch clan was shocked.

"My people have writing!"

"It was the Great Wizard Guchuan. He was the one who created these characters!"

"Hahaha! This witch text is much stronger than the demon text. As expected, my witch clan is the most outstanding race!"

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The witches were extremely excited, but it was different for the demons.

Inside Lingxiao Palace

"Demon Master, the witch tribe has also created writing, and it's even better than your demon writing. Is this the result of your years of seclusion?"

This time, Di Jun did not have the lazy look as before, but had an angry look on his face.

The demon master Kunpeng has been writing demon articles for so many years, but his works are not as good as what others have written in a few years.

Di Jun had already found out that the great wizard named Guchuan had only started to study wizard writing in seclusion three years ago.

On the other hand, Kunpeng took so many years and consumed countless manpower and resources of the demon clan, but the result was not as good as what others created in three years.

"He doesn't have much ability, but he's quite bold in pretending to obey."

Di Jun glanced at Di Jun and snorted coldly. He was talking about the fact that Kunpeng did not show up for the previous meetings in Lingxiao Palace.

Kunpeng didn't say anything, but just lowered his head with his hands tucked into his sleeves, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or sad.

"Furukawa? Very good, I'll remember you."

Kunpeng said silently in his heart.

At this time, Guchuan absorbed the golden light of merit again because he planned to prove his truth with force.

Guchuan did not use the golden light of merit to improve his cultivation, but instead injected this huge golden light of merit into a big gun he usually used.

This spear is called Panlong, and it is a first-class spiritual treasure in the world.

Guchuan now injected the golden light of merit into it, and the Panlong Spear turned into a spiritual treasure of merit of the first grade.

Even though the grade hasn't changed, it seems to be of no use.

In fact, the Meritorious Spiritual Treasure has a very big advantage, which is that killing is not affected by cause and effect.

The so-called non-involvement in cause and effect means that after killing, no one can figure out who the murderer is except those who have a particularly close relationship with the person being killed.

Of course, the innate lower-grade merit spiritual treasure cannot withstand the calculations of the mid-stage quasi-saint.

In addition, you can be fearless of karma. If you kill too many lives, you will be contaminated by karma. If you have too much karma, it will be easy to develop inner demons, and you will be the focus of heaven's punishment.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel is a spiritual treasure of the highest grade acquired merit. It is also because of the golden cudgel that Sun Wukong was able to kill so many gods and monsters and successfully become a Buddha without being tainted by any karma.

Now that Guchuan has the magical treasure of merit, he is naturally no longer afraid of cause and effect and karma.

After looking at the Panlong Spear for a while, Guchuan put away the spear and continued his retreat.

Although his golden light of merit is useless, the ultimate truth of heaven and earth contained in the golden light of merit can be comprehended more.

In this way, Furukawa began his retreat again.

Until a thousand years later.

"Guchuan, let's go to Zixiao Palace!"

Houyi came again.

The moment he heard this, Gu Chuan, who was in seclusion, opened his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Hongmeng Purple Qi, here I come!