Collapse of Iron: From Creating the Holy Grail War to Shocking the Star Gods

"Ding! Successfully absorb the evil spirit to delay the witch's calamity, and be rewarded with a drop of the witch's blood and a million years of cultivation!"

When the ancient witches were creating zombies on a large scale, Zhou Chao also received a reward from the system.

A million years may seem like a long time, but for this prehistoric world where time is often calculated in a Yuanhui, it is nothing at all.

With an extra million years of cultivation, Zhou Chao felt that his aura had become even heavier.

Zhou Chao did not immediately test how strong he was. He first took out the blood of the ancient witches.

Those who traveled through the prehistoric world would be rewarded with Pangu's blood and Pangu's essence by the system.

It may be that Zhou Chao's system is relatively low-level, or it may be that his current poisonous plan did not cause enough events in the prehistoric world, so he did not get Pangu's blood.

Even if it was only the blood of the ancient witches, at the moment this drop of blood appeared, an inexplicable halo emanated from this drop of blood.

Lotus flowers grew from the ground. Even though Zhou Chao had set up several restrictions to conceal the aura, the Dao rhyme of this blood almost emanated through the restrictions to the entire East China Sea.

How could Zhou Chao let other strong men detect the aura of the blood of the ancient witches? He swallowed the blood of the ancient witches directly into his stomach and began to refine it.

"Is it Zhou Chao? Has he made another breakthrough?"

Zhou Chao caused a big commotion, and Kuafu, who was a million miles away, also noticed it.

Immediately, Kuafu turned into a giant as tall as a mountain, and rushed towards Zhou Chao's tribe.

Protecting their own kind is the consensus of every Wu tribe warrior.

Facing other races, the Wu tribe is united in hatred of the enemy.

Zhou Chao didn't know that Kuafu came to protect him, and now he has put all his mind on refining the essence of the ancestor witch.

"Wu Wu Wu!"

When the ancestor witch's blood entered his body, Zhou Chao felt a breath of fighting against heaven and earth, which was the spirit of the witch clan.

Zhou Chao transformed from a Taoist body into a witch clan body. As the witch clan blood increased, his body continued to grow.

The ancestor witches all had their own unique magical powers. Zhou Chao also felt that there was an inexplicable Tao rhyme in this drop of ancestor witch's blood.

Unfortunately, this Tao rhyme is not a text, and can only be understood by oneself.

""Words?"

Zhou Chao's mind suddenly flashed a bright light at this moment, and he felt that he had glimpsed a great way.

Among the races in the prehistoric times, the Wu clan was the race that developed the body most thoroughly.

Many Wu clan members were born with the magical powers that the later generations of ascetics could only cultivate through magic.

Even the starting point of the Wu clan's magical powers was the end point that those ascetics could never reach in their entire lives.

Even though there were so many magical powers, the Wu clan did not record them.

Because there was no word, there was no inheritance.

If the Wu clan had its own words, the strength of the Wu clan would show explosive growth.

It was unknown whether it was the blood of the ancestor witch that made Zhou Did Zhou Chao's mind become clear, or was it that Zhou Chao suddenly got inspiration.

Zhou Chao was no stranger to characters. There were 30,000 characters in the world, and Zhou Chao had mastered at least 29,000 of them.

If the witch characters wanted to be recognized by the Heavenly Dao and the witch clan, it was far from enough to be able to narrate stories. It also had to carry the Dao of the witch clan. Zhou Chao was multitasking. While he was absorbing the blood of the ancestor witches, he was also pondering the witch characters.

Zhou Chao did not understand the Dao of other witch clans, but he knew his own Dao.

Using himself as a model, Zhou Chao began to create witch characters.

The prehistoric world does not count years. This is not an empty talk.

Ten thousand years had passed since Zhou Chao began his retreat.

On this day, a voice quickly spread throughout the prehistoric world from the place where Zhou Chao was in retreat.

"I am Zhou Chao. Today, I have established the Wu script to record the important events and laws of the Wu clan, pass on the Wu clan's cultural skills, and teach the people of the Wu clan. I hope that the Heaven will judge it!"

On the shore of the East China Sea, three thousand Wu scripts were floating in front of Zhou Chao. These three thousand words were emitting a thousand feet of magnificent light and went up to the sky.

A thousand miles of auspicious clouds appeared in the sky, covering those words, as if celebrating the birth of Wu script.

As thousands of merits fell, these Wu scripts seemed to be like inheritance, and were directly imprinted into each Wu clan, becoming their innate ability.

"Is this a word?"

The moment the words entered his sea of consciousness, Kuafu instantly understood the meaning of the witch words.

The three thousand words seemed to be three thousand great ways. Any meaning that Kuafu wanted to express could be expressed in these three thousand witch words.

"Wu Wen? That's amazing. With Wu Wen, our Wu clan seems to be less affected by the evil spirits!"

Another Wu clan member gave praise. After mastering Wu Wen, he felt that his brain, which was disturbed by the evil spirits, became clearer than ever before.

"We Wu clan have our own writing system, which is really something worth celebrating!"

In the Ancestral Witch Hall, the faces of the Ancestral Witches were full of joy.

Although the catastrophe is coming, and the Wu clan is the protagonist of this catastrophe.

However, as the descendants of Pangu, the Wu clan has never been afraid of any challenge.

There are countless men like Zhou Chao in the Wu clan, and the Ancestral Witches do not believe that they will lose.

""Puff!"

When Zhou Chao's Wuwen was recognized by the Heavenly Dao, Kunpeng spat out a mouthful of blood in the North Sea. Kunpeng had been in seclusion for a million years. At this time, there were 2,999 strange symbols in front of him that exuded bursts of Dao rhyme.

These things were nothing else but words.

Zhou Chao created the words belonging to the Wu clan, and Kunpeng was in seclusion to create the words of the demon clan.

It seemed that the words of the demon clan would be born with only the last word, but the Wuwen would be born before the demon word.

In the prehistoric world, the first and the second represent not a little difference.

Zhou Chao created the Wuwen first, and he could gain a huge amount of merit. Kunpeng's merit for publishing the demon word may not be even one percent of Zhou Chao's. Kunpeng originally wanted to use the merit of creating the demon word to impact the quasi-saint, but now it's all gone because of Zhou Chao.

While Kunpeng was sighing, the 3,000-word demon word also floated into the sky.

The blood he just spit out condensed into the last demon word, and now the demon word can also be born.

"Is this the destiny?"

Kunpeng sighed.

"I am Kunpeng. Today I have created a demon script. I hope the Heaven will judge it!"

Kunpeng's voice spread throughout the wilderness, and everyone saw the strange vision in the North Sea.

On the same day, the witch script of the witch clan and the demon script of the demon clan were created at the same time!

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