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On the coast of the East China Sea, the place where Saint Nuwa consecrated humans is now also the ancestral home of the human race. Eighteen years have passed since Nuwa issued the order that all races in the prehistoric times are not allowed to attack the human race within a thousand years. There are only two hundred years left. Once this time passes, many ancient races will test the human race intentionally or unintentionally. In the center of the ancestral land of the human race, there is a large hall that exudes the light of merit. It looks very simple. This is the first house built by the Chao family for the human race. Heaven has sent down merit, and 30% of the people have entered this stone house, and 70% have entered the stone house. Cheng was sucked into the body of the Youchao clan. As the human race grew stronger, this palace has become the ancestral palace of the human race.

"The three human ancestors have been away for nearly a hundred years, why haven't they come back yet? There won't be any accidents, right?" An innate human race said to his companions, "Don't talk nonsense, the human ancestors and the others will be fine." "They talked very slowly, mostly with gestures, which seemed very troublesome. Just saying two sentences would take a long time. There was nothing that could be done about it. Not to mention the human race, not even the prehistoric era. The only real writing is Dao Wen formed from Tao. Humans can hardly understand Dao Wen. From the horizon, three rays of golden light fell, falling directly in front of the Human Ancestor Hall of the human race. Three figures appeared in front of many human races, "They are the three human ancestors. They are back. They came down from the sky. That's great." "Now," the surrounding humans who saw all this gathered around them. Looking at the clansmen who gathered around them, the three of them also sighed in their hearts. There were no specific words for the humans to learn how to communicate. It sounded very difficult to speak. Suiren and Jianyi Shi looked at Youchao, who immediately stepped forward and said, "Fellow tribesmen, please be patient for a moment and wait until I pass down the human language." After saying that, he flew up into the sky.

"The great road is up. I am one of the three ancestors of the human race, the Youchao clan. Today, I create writing for our clan, educate the human race, and spread it throughout the world." Youchao clan's voice was loud, and his early stage cultivation as a quasi-sage made his voice speak in all directions. Spreading, the sound became farther and farther, and soon, all the creatures in the ancient world could hear it. This was not because of his cultivation, but because of the reason he swore to the avenue, "The sky and the earth are black and yellow, the universe is ancient... .." Words emerge from the sky one by one, turning into golden fonts and appearing in the minds of all sentient beings. Each word has a Tao rhyme on it. It is obvious that these are words approved by the Tao. Not only that, every time a word appears, With words, the luck of the whole prehistoric era is increasing rapidly, and the way of heaven resonates. The sky above the entire coast of the East China Sea is filled with golden clouds of merit and virtue. However, Youchao's words have not ended yet, the avenue has not yet taken action, and the way of heaven does not dare to send down merit now. , which horrified all the creatures in the entire prehistoric world, even those innate creatures.

In the Purple Cloud Palace of Chaos, such a vision from the prehistoric times cannot be hidden from the eyes of Daozu Hongjun, "Is this? Innate writing? The human race has the Chao clan, how is this possible? Why is he?" Hongjun stared and kept calculating in his hands. , but a layer of fog obscured all the deductions, "How could it be so?" Hongjun's eyes condensed, and a white jade plate appeared behind him, but there were many cracks on the jade plate, and there was also a gap. It was Pangu's half-life treasure that suffered heavy losses during the Kaitian Calamity and turned into what it is today. The jade plate of creation shone with divine light, but after a long time, Hongjun still didn't see a trace. Hongjun Opening his eyes, "Variables," he frowned and stared at Honghuang.

In a hall in Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing transformed by Pangu Yuanshen also looked at the shore of the East China Sea in surprise. The three brothers sat side by side on three futons. The one in the middle was an old man with white beard and white hair. , there is no wave in his eyes, as if he doesn't care about anything, he is quiet and inactive. He is the boss of Sanqing, Taiqing Laozi. On his left is a middle-aged man, majestic and solemn, with a smile in his eyes. Looking down on all living beings, he is extremely arrogant. This is the beginning of the Yuqing Dynasty. On the futon on the right is a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. The momentum of his whole body is like a sharp sword, with its sharp edge reaching the sky.