The night wind picked up again, ruffling the remaining scratches on the sand and ruffling Cangjie's clothes. He looked up at the starry sky. The words rising into the sky were condensing into bright stars, shining with eternal light in the night sky. The outlines of the thirteen figures gradually became clearer under the starlight, like the marks that fate had already carved, profound and indelible. He didn't know what kind of waves this agreement to protect civilization, which began on the shores of Luoshui River, would cause in the course of thousands of years of history, how it would affect the destiny of mankind, and how it would promote the progress of civilization. But he knew that from this moment on, the world would never be the same again, and the power of words would spread forever.
