At night, the moon hangs high, and the teacher's apartment.

The soft bed was occupied by the little ape, and Zhang Jichuan could only hang himself on a rope and hang it, and his inspiration was like a spring

"How to write it, do you want to write from Pangu to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and then to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties?

"What genre should I use, chronicles, or chronicles?

"No, no, no, this is really terrible, there are twenty-four official histories of China alone, not to mention foreign ones. Even if I studied history, I wouldn't be able to remember that much......

"I had to innovate and create a genre that was appropriate for the world...... Pregnant!

"I can use the transcendent object as a sign, expand it, and write the history of it!

"That's right, it's the genre that's best for this world!"

Excited by his inspiration, Zhang Jichuan untied the rope and jumped down, opening a non-existent door and teleporting directly to the table.

"If that's the case, I'll have to sort the transcendent items into categories. Hey, the forerunner Li Qingcang ordered extraordinary items, and I classified them today, and I always felt that this was a great thing......"

He closed his eyes and carefully recalled every transcendent object he had, identified, and seen, and gradually, he had an outline in his mind

It is divided into three categories: history, science and technology, and literature and art.

"Items such as 'Zhu Houzhao's Mighty General Seal' and 'Xi Shi's Sarong' that have been used by historical figures, or have influenced the course of history, can be classified as historical.

"'Grace?? Herb's journal book, 'Pixi's hand-cranked generator' and other section-level prototypes, design drafts, notebooks and other items can be boiled down to technology.

"Items related to literature and art, such as 'Surter's Flame Magic Sword' and 'Fragments of the Analects', items from myths and legends, and items from film and television dramas can be classified as literary and artistic.

"Hah, that's it."

The blank book was on the table, and Zhang Jichuan grabbed a pen and wrote in the place reserved on the blue cover

Earth ......

Click.

When the last stroke of the word 'to' and the first stroke of the word 'matter' passed, suddenly, the pen in Zhang Jichuan's hand broke.

"Huh? Am I too excited to push too hard? Zhang Jichuan was puzzled, suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he saw that on the reserved position on the cover of the blank book, the handwriting of the three words that had been written became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone was wiping it with a wipe.

Three seconds later, the three words that had already been written disappeared......

Hey......

Zhang Jichuan's expression slowly became serious, he thought about it, took out a pen from the pen holder again, injected soul power and wrote on the cover of the blank book

Earth......

"What's going on......" The first stroke of the first word fell, Zhang Jichuan's hand sank, and the pen in his hand suddenly became more than a thousand catties, making him almost unable to hold it.

But this is only the beginning, when the second and third strokes are written, not only the pen in his hand becomes heavier and heavier, Zhang Jichuan seems to feel an invisible but magnificent force acting on his hand, and at the same time, the blank book on the table also begins to emit a misty light......

Dark shadows covered the earth, and above the sky, the bright moon was originally hanging high, but suddenly, out of nowhere, thick clouds came one after another, quickly obscuring the bright moon, and the sky and the earth suddenly became pitch black......

"Huh?" In Yujing City, many men and women who were dating at night were stunned, and when they looked up at the sky, they faintly saw dark clouds rolling, stirring up arcs.

"It's going to change? So suddenly? "Many people feel baffled.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded, shaking the souls of many people.

"Something is wrong...... In Yujing City, many transcendent beings instinctively frowned, and there was a premonition in their souls, as if something big was about to happen.

……

In the teacher's apartment, Zhang Jichuan couldn't hear the thunder, and all his attention was poured into the pen in his hand.

When the word 'ground' was written, Zhang Jichuan was soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"In the end...... What's going on......" He was shocked, he didn't expect such a strange thing to happen when compiling a textbook.

Just as he was hesitating whether to stop, an illusory and ethereal voice seemed to come across thousands of years: "Write it down!" ”

"Write it down...... Yes, I should have written it! It was as if he had been empowered, and a sense of mission filled his heart.

The tip of the pen moved down, and Zhang Jichuan began to write the second word 'ball'.

Thunderclap!

In the outside world, thunder came and went, and terrible lightning seemed to tear the entire sky apart.

In the whole Yujing, the people were panicked.

And in Zhang Jichuan's apartment, extraordinary power blooms from the tip of a thin pen and swells throughout the room, resonating with some wonderful existence in the underworld.

When writing the second word, Zhang Jichuan 'saw' the flowers under the pen, the tip of the pen rose and fell, and the flowers bloomed and disappeared, as if the rise and fall of civilization

The pen in his hand is even heavier, like a mountain, Zhang Jichuan writes extremely difficult, and every pen goes down, he has to pour his spirit and will, as if he wants to write his whole soul into the book and words

When the word 'ball' is completed, the tip of the pen moves down and the third word 'to' begins.

"Write it down"

"Write it down"

"Write it down"

Figures appeared in front of him, including beggars in ragged clothes, rich men in gold and silver, soldiers with missing arms and legs, emperors in dragon robes, farmers with hoes, doctors, teachers, scientific researchers, men with black hair and black eyes, blond women with blue hair, children waiting to be fed, and old people in old age

They were fleeting, but those pairs of eyes, as if looking at Zhang Jichuan with a gaze that spanned the ages, conveyed a common belief together

Write it down!

The first stroke of the word 'toward' is a skimm, and this skimming is accompanied by a lightning bolt that almost cuts the sky open, and the rain pours down, as if the sky has leaked.

The heavy rain extinguished some of the dryness of early summer, but the hearts of each transcendent creature seemed a little irritable, and the transcendent objects bound to their souls were restless, as if expecting some kind of change to come.

Master Usu, Douglas, Liu Yiyi, Liu Zhaoying, Li Luo, Qin Huaimin, and the high-grade transcendent creatures supported by the families of the major nobles rose to the sky one after another, fearless of the terrible thunder, trying to find out the source of the vision.

However, the vision was not limited to Yujing, with Yujing as the center, the five major powers such as the Ancient Moon Kingdom and the Nicholas Dynasty, as well as the Ancestral Peak, the Holy Snow Mountain, the Lailong Mountain, the Heavenly Star Forest, the Wolf Cang Plain, the Four Seas, and even the vast covered land, almost all the transcendent beings had an omen rising in their hearts.

There will be signs of great change in the otherworld.

"The last time this kind of omen appeared, it was when Lear compiled the genealogy map of the gods, this time, is there anything big about to happen?" said Ancestor Feng, an old man, to Xu Lingshan, a spokesman for the Association of Contemporary Archaeologists.