C452 Rules of Wisdom

These two savages have been muddle-headed for thousands of years, but one day they suddenly awaken their own wisdom. They embarked on the path of civilization.

During the awakening, apart from the rules of spiritual intelligence in his inherited memories, he could not understand the interference of any other power.

"Rules of spiritual intelligence..." Hong Zheng's eyes were filled with shock. A large amount of the law of consciousness must have drifted away from the canyon in the void of life. However, he didn't notice it. The scarlet energy that clung to his soul definitely contained spiritual laws!

Hong Zheng looked at the Classic of Creations on the wall again. The lines were strange and full, twisting and turning. This was only a preface. After thousands of years of development, it was already shocking enough to write such a preface.

"Where did you wake up at the beginning?" Hong Zheng asked the most critical question.

The male barbarian pointed to the innermost part of the cave. There was a stack of grass there.

Hong Zheng walked over and sat cross-legged on the stack of hay. This should be the place with the densest spiritual sense. Sitting there, the Creation Symbol Scripture appeared in his mind and began to deduce.

In that instant, it was as if he entered an ancient state of ignorance. His consciousness was without joy or sorrow, gradually sinking, and all of his emotions were obliterated. In his mind, he kept recalling Elder Tianque's words, comprehending the primordial in the chaos.

In his line of sight, there was endless darkness. It was as far as the eye could see. After an unknown amount of time, as if in an instant... It also felt as if it had been tens of millions of years, or even billions of years. A flash of light appeared before his eyes. It lit up his vision, as if a huge explosion had occurred. The heavens and earth were opening up, the primordial chaos was beginning.

Heaven and earth were gradually taking form. Countless creatures appeared on the ground, but he was the only human. He was completely naked, his eyes revealing a blank look. He ate raw meat and drank blood, starting his primitive life.

In the beginning, he still walked on all four limbs. In the end, he gradually evolved and began to walk on his feet. His back was bent from the beginning to the end, straight.

He learned how to drill wood for fire, and how to polish various types of stone tools. He learned how to hunt. His intelligence was gradually evolving. He felt a little lonely living by himself. He started to mumble to himself and started to draw some patterns on the wall. He wanted to record the state of his life.

Then, he felt that the drawings were very complicated. He felt that it was necessary to use some kind of symbol to replace the drawings. Therefore, the drawings in his hands continued to evolve from hieroglyphs to hieroglyphs. And then... Simple and easy to remember characters.

Finally, one day, he discovered that writing was much more convenient than a pattern. Thus, following his accumulated experience, he began to draw his own words on the wall. Even though he was the only one who could understand it.

He began the process of creating words.

When 600 strange characters appeared on the wall, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Heaven and earth were shaking.

There was a roaring sound in his mind. It was as if something woke him up. The crimson energy on the Primordial Spirit fused into his Primordial Spirit, and was absorbed and refined by it. He began to consciously cultivate the Scripture of Creation, preparing to refine a symbol that belonged to him!

He sat there cross-legged for a year, two years. Ten years, he always sat there. During this period of time, the storyteller came once to see Hong Zheng's condition. Shock appeared in his eyes. However, he did not interrupt and allowed Hong Zheng to deduce it himself.

Cultivation had no time, and Hong Zheng had already spent a few decades in this place. Finally, one day, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life.

The scarlet energy in his mind had been completely refined and turned into a strange golden color. It was like an ancient dragon character, but it emitted a golden light.

This was the host of the Laws of Wisdom - the dragon character!

The dragon character was born from Hong Zheng's enlightenment. The chanting of scriptures could be heard from it. There was lightning swimming around, and it was filled with a strange aura.

Hong Zheng ended his cultivation and stood up. His eyes were like the starry sky, but they were filled with an ancient expression. He had completely awakened, and he no longer had the frenzied state he had been in.

Hong Zheng looked at the two primitive men with mixed emotions. "Do you want to take a look at the outside world?"

"Our world is the only one. There can't be an outside world." The male primitive man insisted on his own idea.

Hong Zheng was a bit helpless, and then he used their words to carve a scripture on the wall. It was precisely the Heaven's Guiding Scripture.

"If you cultivate according to the things recorded on it, there will be unexpected gains." Hong Zheng said. He didn't explain anything about cultivation. At their level... I don't understand. Also, Hong Zheng was very curious. The two of them had been together for thousands of years. Why hadn't they given birth yet?

The storyteller appeared and looked at Hong Zheng excitedly. "Have you comprehended anything?"

"Yes, the Ancient Scripture of Creation, as well as the rules of spiritual intelligence." Hong Zheng said calmly.

The storyteller was stunned, stammering, "What? The Scripture of Creation and the laws of spiritual intelligence?!"

Hong Zheng nodded. "Yes. But the Rules of Wisdom can't be given to you. Unless you go to the Grand Canyon and become dementia, you might be able to understand and comprehend it."

After that, Hong Zheng translated the word-creation scripture written by the primitive man in the common language and passed it to the storyteller. The storyteller shook his head. His eyes were bright and blazing. "Having the Creation Script is enough."

"This is only the first level of the Nine Realms of Mandarin Creation, the realm of imitation." Hong Zheng was also somewhat regretful. The male barbarians could only reach this level.

"You have also achieved your goal. What are you going to do with these two people?" Hong Zheng asked.

"Let them live in this world. They are used to this world." The storyteller said.

Hong Zheng nodded. "I should go out. How long has it been in the outside world?"

"Ten days!"

In the outside world, Hong Zheng and the storyteller appeared on a vast ocean. The storyteller looked at Hong Zheng and said, "Cultivate well. Take this well. It can save your life at critical moments."

Then, the storyteller gave the Hall of Wonder Wood in his hands to Hong Zheng. Perhaps it was because the storyteller had been caressing it all year round, but the edge of the Startling Hall Wood was very warm and smooth.

"I haven't asked for Senior's name yet." Hong Zheng bowed gratefully. If it wasn't for the storyteller, he would still be in a muddle-headed state right now, and it would be difficult for him to recover.

"Name isn't important. If there has to be one, then it should be the storyteller." The storyteller waved his hand, and his body began to gradually fade away. "Young man, work hard. The next time I see you, I hope you can make my eyes light up. When the time comes, I'll give you a great fortune. "

Hong Zheng smiled, his eyes were filled with determination. "Alright, I won't let you down."

Speak, he identified the direction, and then began to contact Eight Trigrams Dragon Horse Miaoyan.