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

Looking at the auspicious clouds above his head, the huge fortune distribution from the Three Pure Ones, and all kinds of mysterious changes, the smile on Guchuan's face became more and more intense.

He softly joined in a melody with the myriad mysteries in the void, and left an assessment of the Three Pure Ones.

"The era of the saints competing for supremacy has begun, but this time the battlefield will definitely not be dominated by humans!"

Furukawa's words fell into Cangjie's ears.

The naughty child raised his head and looked at Furukawa, as if comparing him with the image in his mind.

"Ancestor Wu Guchuan, the saint who has the most negative feelings towards my Wu clan is no longer being influenced by the other two saints. I wonder what my clan should do?"

Cangbai, Cangjie's grandfather, asked with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry. What Yuanshi Tianzun is most concerned about right now is not my Wu clan, but his own troubles."

Furukawa finished his speech calmly, and then he turned his attention to Cangjie again.

"Furukawa Ancestral Witch?!"

A hint of excitement appeared on Cangjie's little face. He wanted to ask something, but he hesitated.

Guchuan did not answer, but pointed slightly at the space in front of him, and saw that a strange palace suddenly rose up in the originally extremely rough witch tribe.

In an instant, thousands of special books emerged from the crystal palace, and the text recorded on them was clearly the words of the witch clan.

They are arranged neatly, but contain a special rhythm, and each layer has a special meaning.

"Little one, the meaning of your life does not lie in this tribe, but in these books before you. Since you want to create or simplify some characters, I will give you this resource. If you can do it..."

Furukawa smiled slightly when he said this, and left two words in the void.

eternal life!

"Eternal life?!"

A hint of confusion appeared on Cang Jie's face. He didn't understand what immortality meant, nor did he understand the pain of losing his life. He didn't even understand what kind of opportunity he had been given.

But the white-haired and pale old man does not think so.

He looked at the two words in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes, but then he immediately knelt down in front of Furukawa.

"Thank you, Guchuan Zuwu, for giving this child such an opportunity!!"

Furukawa smiled without saying anything. He continued to move forward. Every step he took covered tens of thousands of miles. In less than a moment, he completely disappeared from the tribe.

Cangjie was lost in thought as he stared at the palace in front of him. He wanted to rush in and experience its significance, but was stopped by his grandfather.

"Child, what you need to do now is not to read these books, but to understand your own path. Only in this way can you make further progress!"

A trace of emotion appeared on Cang Bai's wrinkled face, and he spoke seriously to his child.

"My path... is to create a new writing system for my people!!!"

Rumble!

At the moment Changji finished speaking, thousands of auspicious clouds rose from the sky, and the golden color covered the entire ancient sky, changing the color of the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon lost their light.

Hou Tu appeared beside Gu Chuan with her little head tilted, and asked in confusion.

"Furukawa, why did you entrust such an important responsibility to that little kid? Logically, you should have sought out many powerful experts to work together to lay the foundation for this new script."

But before Hou Tu could finish her words, she felt the changes happening behind her.

A touch of emotion suddenly appeared on her pretty face, and she turned around and looked at Furukawa in disbelief.

"Humanitarian approval??"

"Gu Chuan, that kid is only about ten years old, yet he's actually achieved this. What kind of incredible opportunity did you give him?!"

When Hou Tu said this, his face couldn't help but flash with excitement that was difficult to calm down.

His eleven brothers are still walking in the wilderness, calming the earth's veins and absorbing the evil spirits to accumulate merit for themselves.

But this child seems to have done nothing, and yet it seems that he can gain human recognition by doing something.

Not only can you get the protection of humanity, but you can also gain supreme opportunities for yourself after completing this important task.

"It wasn't me, but him. His own ambition and perseverance pushed him to this point. I just took action in advance!"

Furukawa didn't say anything more.

But Hou Tu's little face was full of confusion and expectation. She was also looking forward to getting guidance from Guchuan again one day!

To know the last time.

Guchuan instructed himself that Houtu was directly transformed into the underworld. Although she had gone through the six reincarnations, she also controlled the underground and became the supreme being.

"By the way, Guchuan, what should we do next? You've already spread across the entire prehistoric world and laid out your plans. Do we need to continue laying them out?"

Hou Tu expressed her doubts.

After all, in these short hundred years, although Guchuan's footsteps did not lead to the status of a saint, they spread throughout the entire prehistoric world.

Even in the barren lands of the West, controlled by the two saints of the Western religion, there are traces of Guchuan.

There were also a large number of clones sent out by him, constantly micromanipulating something, which mainly made her curious again.

The two of them walked at a fast pace. In less than half a quarter of an hour, they crossed a large plain and then arrived at a thousand-foot-high mountain.

Watching the clouds rolling in and the sun and moon changing colors.

Furukawa, who always had a faint smile on his face, rarely showed a solemn look.

Although his next words blocked the heaven and earth, they made Hou Tu excited and tears instantly fell.

"This is just a small gesture I prepared before my death!

Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, I hope you can collect my body when the time comes so that I won't be exposed in the wilderness!"

Furukawa turned around and looked at Houtu with a smile on his face, as if what he had just said was not that he was going to die, but that he was going to break through his limits, break the shackles and reach the holy realm.

"what?!"

"Gu Chuan, what nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you alive and well now? There's no saint plotting against you.

No one else is going to attack you, and we can solve any problems we have. Why do you say that?!"

The moment Hou Tu finished speaking, a ten-thousand-foot-tall golden figure appeared beside her, covering the entire sky and blocking out the sun. It contained endless mysteries and even traces of underground power.

This force swept across everything around, even affecting the dojo of several saints. Although the saints were unhappy, they did not say anything.

Only Yuanshi Tianzun summoned a giant that reached the sky in an instant. The original true god stood between heaven and earth, glaring at Houtu.

"Fellow Daoist Pingxin, are you going to start a war with me?!"