These celestial positions and divine titles from the prehistoric era were probably written by the Dao Ancestor. This may have been an attempt by the Dao Ancestor to directly achieve "creation" by sitting in a certain "position".

Li Changzhou couldn't help but wonder if he could become the Heavenly Emperor in modern times and bestow divine titles at will if he learned this script.

Perhaps by learning this script, he can also understand the principle behind how the King of Instinct Black Mist could be deified.

He tossed aside Chenghuang, which landed steadily on the feather-light reeds and stood obediently to one side.

Li Changzhou stretched out his finger and wrote the runes inside the pearl in the void.

The rune means 'Lord of Baimin Mountain', but according to modern Chinese usage, it is actually just one character.

Li Qianxia watched intently from his shoulder. She had wanted to try it before, but she suppressed her curiosity in the face of the unknown.

Cheng Huang blinked obediently, inwardly bursting into laughter.

The attempt to imitate celestial positions and divine ranks began with the birth of the first precious pearl, and from ancient times to the present day, no one has ever succeeded.

Even the Heavenly Emperor cannot inscribe the weakest celestial office.

Forcing oneself to write will inevitably result in being struck by the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning and dying!

One stroke, two strokes...

Li Changzhou was engrossed in writing, while Li Qianxia watched intently. Cheng Huang secretly raised his eyes and saw that a well made of piled stones had silently appeared in the vast blue sky.

At first, the ancient well was very clear, but as Li Changzhou put pen to paper, it became clearer and clearer, with purple mist spreading from the wellhead.

It's here!

Cheng Huang did not escape. The Purple Heaven Divine Thunder was not an ordinary heavenly thunder. In addition to being imperceptible and unpredictable, it only struck specific targets.

Not to mention her, even Li Qianxia, ​​who was riding on Li Changzhou's back, would be fine.

Four strokes! Five strokes!

It's almost done! The 'Lord of Baimin Mountain' is a high-ranking position in the celestial divination system, with only seven strokes!

The ancient well has completely solidified, and water is being replenished into the wellhead. This Purple Heaven Divine Lightning is not meant to strike, but rather to directly pour water into it!

We must smash those who dare to pry into the secrets of heaven like water!

Six strokes!

Li Changzhou stopped.

The yellow fur of the chariot was taut beneath its hair, the ancient well in the sky seemed to stop tilting, the wind blew, the reeds rustled, and the sound of the river washing over the reeds could be faintly heard.

Li Changzhou glanced at Baozhu, confirmed that the first six strokes were correct, and then carefully memorized the last stroke.

He raised his hand—

The water level in the ancient well continues to rise, and purple slurry can already be seen!

Cheng Huang tried his best to control his breathing!

This country bumpkin! I wonder where he came from! He doesn't even know the taboos of celestial positions and divine ranks! Hahaha!

Even though this is a map of mountains and rivers, and the dead can be resurrected, Chenghuang still feels delighted!

Li Changzhou put pen to paper.

But when he pointed his finger at the starting point of the seventh stroke, his finger suddenly turned into black mist and passed through it.

Not to mention Chenghuang, even the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder in the sky seemed to have a kind of... the bow was fully drawn and the target was locked, but it couldn't be released.

"Brother?" Li Qianxia asked, puzzled.

Li Changzhou held his hand up to his eyes. The other four fingers were intact, but the spot where his index finger used to be was shrouded in black mist.

He was puzzled as to why he had suddenly turned into black mist.

This made it impossible for him not to think: the black mist was not himself, but another existence, which had finally begun to erode his body.

Fortunately, this erosion is not permanent, nor even stubborn; with just a thought, the black mist turns back into fingers.

The runes written with six strokes had dissipated, and the ancient well in the clouds had also disappeared, leaving Cheng Huang very disappointed.

Then, she became excited again because that country bumpkin actually started writing again!

With a few swift strokes, six strokes appeared in the sky, and this time it was a solid entity. The liquid lightning paste even exhibited surface tension, waiting only for...

puff!

On the seventh stroke, the finger turned into black mist again.

Li Changzhou spread his arms wide, just like when he used two pens to punish copying texts, and simultaneously inscribed ten runes on all ten fingers.

Pfft!

The two palms turned into black mist.

"I refuse to believe it!" Li Changzhou changed his palms back and was about to continue.

"Brother," Li Qianxia asked doubtfully, "could the black fog be a warning?"

“You’re too kind,” Li Changzhou said without hesitation. “This kind of power of unknown origin must be suspected with the utmost malice.”

"How can you say it has an unknown origin? It's clearly your own instinct. The black mist is preventing you from writing this rune, perhaps it's your own instinct giving you a warning and stopping you from writing this word."

You can disbelieve the black mist, but you must seriously consider and ponder your sister's words.

"But where does the danger come from?" he muttered to himself.

Regarding this, Li Qianxia also shook her head: "I don't know."

They have a high sense of danger, yet they don't feel any danger at all.

Li Qianxia raised her head and looked around. Everything was calm and peaceful; the ancient well had long since disappeared.

"Never mind." Li Changzhou put away the pearl. "A day and a night have already passed. Let's go find the position of the True God of the North Sea as soon as possible."

Cheng Huang, unwilling to give up, explained in a fawning manner: "The Map of Mountains and Rivers was made by the Earthly Sovereign Nuwa using a corner of the blue sky. It can even adjust time. According to custom, the Grand Competition of Mending the Sky takes three days, which is equivalent to one day in the outside world."

"You can even adjust the time? That's amazing!" Li Qianxia exclaimed in surprise.

Li Changzhou stared at Cheng Huang and said calmly, "You know a lot."

Cheng Huang remained unfazed: "Since we're going to participate in the competition, we should naturally do our research beforehand."

"Do you understand these runes?" Li Changzhou held the pearl up to Cheng Huang's face.

Cheng Huang was completely mesmerized. He instinctively grabbed the pearl with both paws, trying to pull it into his arms. He tried to lift it twice but couldn't before he realized what was happening.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!