Once he had an idea, he had to put it into action. Zhao Hai was just like that. After he found out that he couldn't make the books and pens in his interspace turn completely golden by reading and writing, he had been thinking of a way. Now that he finally found a possibility, he naturally had to try it out.

Zhao Hai immediately rushed to the library and found some books on music and chess to read. Of course, he read them with the power of thought. This way, he would be able to learn the zither and chess.

Of course, Zhao Hai had also borrowed some books on calligraphy and painting. Although he could write, his words were not very beautiful. Although he could draw, his drawing skills were not particularly good. He could use this opportunity to learn.

When Zhao Hai returned to his courtyard with the books on music and chess, he used his power of thought to communicate with them. The last piece of the book and the pen in his spatial space that had not turned golden suddenly turned golden. Then, the book and pen glowed with golden light. The golden light shot up into the sky and slowly merged into the Tai Chi diagram in the sky.

Just as the golden light entered the Taiji diagram, the space around him suddenly changed. Some of the animals and plants in the space seemed to have suddenly gained intelligence. A fire of civilization was ignited in the space.

When Zhao Hai's thought power exited the book, he immediately pulled his mind power into the space. Once inside, he immediately felt the changes in the space. The book and pen were still floating in the air, but they had turned golden. At the same time, he felt that the space had changed greatly.

The dimension was his, so Zhao Hai naturally had to find out what had happened to it. Only after looking at it did he realize that many of the animals and plants in the dimension had gained sentience and become demons.

Zhao Hai immediately understood. The book and pen represented nothing but the power of civilization. Between heaven and earth, there was the power of nature and the power of destruction. One represented life and the other represented death. However, if there was no civilization between heaven and earth, would life and death mean anything to the beasts? They lived only for the continuation of their race. They could only act on instinct and had no power of civilization at all.

Civilization was the foundation of the development of all worlds. Without civilization, that world could only be regarded as a primitive world. It could not even be considered a primitive society because a primitive society had to be called society. Without civilization, there was no society.

Previously, Zhao Hai's dimension had life and death, but there was no fire of civilization. Without the fire of civilization, although Zhao Hai could develop the dimension, the development of the dimension was abnormal and incomplete.

Now that Zhao Hai's space had the fire of civilization, his interface could slowly develop like a real one.

Zhao Hai took a closer look at his interface and found that it was indeed different. Some of the Apes in his interface had begun to learn how to use fire.

The fire of civilization wasn't just an ordinary adjective. It also represented the beginning of civilization. Fire couldn't be controlled. When a creature in a world learned to use fire, it was equivalent to civilization. They could use fire to keep warm, to roast food, and to eat cooked food. Their lives would grow, and slowly, a higher civilization would be born.

That was what Zhao Hai's space was like now. The starting point of his space was much higher, because there were many demonized animals and plants in his space before. Now that they had gained intelligence, these demonized animals and plants were even smarter.

Now, these demonized animals and plants had embarked on the road of demon cultivation, but they were far worse than demon cultivators. They had evolved because of the stimulation of the destructive power, so they had some thoughts, but they had not learned how to cultivate. Without cultivation, they could not be called demon cultivators at all. Even the big lizards in the desert were just instinctively absorbing the power of destruction, so they could not be regarded as demon cultivators. Because he didn't have the ability to transform into a human.

Now that the seed of civilization had appeared, these magical animals and plants had become even smarter. They would slowly learn to cultivate, and this would naturally lead to the birth of a civilization.

After Zhao Hai noticed the change in the space, he realized that it was a good thing for him. He didn't care about it anymore and immediately focused his mental power on the book and pen.

Zhao Hai beckoned for the book and pen to come into his hands. He opened the book and found that there was not a single word in it. There was only white paper inside. He took the pen and looked at it. Although the pen was golden in color, the tip was very soft. It seemed that it could still be used to write.

Zhao Hai wrote the word 'Dao' on the book. As soon as the brush touched the paper, a golden word 'Dao' immediately appeared on the book. Once the word was formed, it immediately turned into a golden light. Then, the word 'Dao' flew out and slowly separated into the world.

However, when the word " Dao " flew out, Zhao Hai could clearly feel that the power of civilization in the space had increased.

Then, Zhao Hai started to read a book. He realized that the word " Dao " had disappeared from the spot where he had just written. It was still empty. Zhao Hai was stunned for a moment before he quickly wrote another word " water ". As soon as he wrote this word, Zhao Hai felt the water vapor in the surroundings gather towards him. He could control the water vapor with a thought.

Zhao Hai wanted to turn the water vapor into a water ball. Immediately, a huge water ball appeared beside him. The water ball was ten meters in diameter. It was extremely huge and looked very terrifying.

With a thought, the water ball turned into water vapor and dispersed. However, Zhao Hai was still a little unhappy because he felt that the book was of little value to him. It was as if it was useless.

It had always been so. Now that he had the power of nature, he could naturally borrow the power of all things in the world. Now that he had this book, he had to write it in his memory before he could use that power. Wasn't this a waste of time? When you were fighting, would the other party allow you to write? I'm afraid that the other party would have already attacked while you were writing.

However, as Zhao Hai looked at the book, he had a feeling that it was not as simple as it seemed. He thought of the word " water " in his mind. As soon as he thought of the word, a golden light appeared in the water. Then, Zhao Hai felt the water vapor around him gather around him again.

Zhao Hai was taken aback, but he immediately understood. It seemed like the book would store the words written in it. When it was needed, it could be used with a thought.

Zhao Hai's eyes widened. He suddenly had an idea. What would happen if he wrote a cultivation technique in the book? Thinking of this, Zhao Hai immediately started writing. The pen in his hand kept writing in the book. Line after line of words appeared on the book. The cultivation technique that Zhao Hai wrote this time was actually very simple. It was just a set of fist techniques. Zhao Hai knew too many martial arts. However, as his strength increased, Zhao Hai had very few other martial arts. This was because at Zhao Hai's level, it was impossible to use only one martial art. When he faced an enemy, he would say, It would change randomly, and he would use the same move.

However, this didn't mean that Zhao Hai had forgotten all of them. The fist technique that Zhao Hai had written down wasn't any profound fist technique, but a very ordinary physical cultivation fist technique.

After Zhao Hai finished writing the fist technique, he stopped writing. With a thought, a golden light flashed on the book. Then, one of the books appeared in front of Zhao Hai and started practicing the fist technique.

This fist technique was practiced very well. Each move and form had a strict law, giving people a feeling of a mountain. The name of this fist technique was the mountain shaking fist. This kind of law was exactly what this fist technique should have.

However, Zhao Hai wasn't happy at all when he saw the person practicing the fist technique, because he found that the person was just a shadow. It was possible to use it to teach others fist techniques, but it was useless against an enemy, because it had no power at all. It was just something like a 3D projection. He had never heard that 3D projection could kill.

Zhao Hai frowned. He felt that something was wrong. This book shouldn't be like this. There must be a reason. What was the reason? Zhao Hai frowned as he stood there thinking.

After a while, Zhao Hai's eyes suddenly lit up. He roughly knew where the problem was. With a thought, the fist technique he had written down appeared on the page again. Zhao Hai wrote non-stop at the end of the page and only finished after a long time.

When Zhao Hai was about to stop writing, the golden light in the book appeared again. This time, a golden figure appeared in front of Zhao Hai. This person was still practicing the mountain quaking fist, but it was very different from the previous one. First, it became more solid, which meant that this golden figure was a real entity. He could use it to attack.

The strength of this person's fist technique had become very huge. It was as if a body cultivator was practicing fist techniques. Each move and form carried great power. It could even bring up bursts of wind and thunder. If this punch hit a person, the power would definitely not be small.

There was also a kind of artistic conception in the fist technique. Every punch was like the collapse of mountains and rivers. The momentum was extraordinary. When Zhao Hai saw this situation, he thought of something. Yu Wa immediately flew over and slashed at the Golden figure. The Golden figure raised his fist to meet Yu WA's. The Golden figure was not afraid of Yu WA's destructive power at all. In fact, it even had a slight restraint against it.

Not only that, but the Golden Man could also change his moves. The Golden Man did not seem to be a dead object. He seemed to be an expert who had cultivated the mountain quaking fist to the extreme. No matter how Yu Wa changed her moves, he would counter it with the mountain quaking fist, defusing her attacks, and even counterattacking. Zhao Hai's eyes finally lit up when he saw this. (To be continued.) &Quot; if you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)

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