Chapter 6

Nuwa was even more dumbstruck.

She stared blankly at the phenomenon evolving above Lin Fan's head.

She had thought that spending every day together meant she already understood him well enough.

Only now did she realize this younger brother still carried many unsolved mysteries.

After a hundred days of preaching, Dao rhythms flowed through the hall.

The aura around Lord Fuxi gradually began to transform.

A hundred years passed like a white colt flashing past a crack.

When Lin Fan's voice fell, a vast Dao rhythm suddenly erupted from within Lord Fuxi, actually breaking through the bottleneck that had fettered him for so long.

"Congratulations, elder brother, on advancing in your Dao arts."

Nuwa congratulated him with a smile.

Lord Fuxi suddenly came back to himself, as if waking from a great dream, his comprehension of the Path of Deduction had already climbed to a higher level.

Only now did he know

that within the Yin-Yang Bagua, such a vast heaven and earth was hidden.

Lord Fuxi stared fixedly at Lin Fan, disbelief filling his expression.

This little fellow was simply an anomaly!

"How do you know such Mysteries of Heaven and Earth?"

Lord Fuxi's heart was filled with the desire to investigate.

Lin Fan's gaze was pure as water as he said softly, "Before I had transformed, enlightenment arose in my heart, and I could resonate with many great Daos. I only do not know the reason."

Looking at that tender face untainted by the dust of the world, Lord Fuxi was deeply shaken once more.

Could it be that this child was actually one of those legendary beings born knowing all things?

Such talent was truly frightening.

This discussion of the Dao had brought him abundant gains, and his art of deduction had advanced greatly.

Perhaps feeling that he owed a favor, Lord Fuxi took out three vermilion spirit fruits and handed them to Lin Fan. "These are top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, Fusang Fruits. After eating them, they can help you comprehend the power of the Divine Flame of the Sun."

Lin Fan, who was playing with the Star Fruit Tree, instantly curved his eyes in delight.

"Many thanks, Lord Fuxi."

As expected, Lord Fuxi was not a stingy person.

Gazing at him, inspiration suddenly flashed through Lin Fan. "The Demon Race is innately vicious and does not honor the will of Heaven, lacking education and guidance. Now that you are a sage of the Demon Race, why not create Demon Script to teach and civilize them?"

"Demon Script? What do you mean by that?"

Confusion appeared on Lord Fuxi's face.

Only then did Lin Fan remember that Demon Script was originally supposed to be created by Kunpeng.

If Lord Fuxi were to act, it would go against the Heavenly Mandate, so there was no response from heaven and earth at all.

He weighed his words. "It can be regarded as a simplified form of Dao markings. Dao markings are profound and difficult to understand; without great fortune, one cannot comprehend them. But Demon Script can let the demons learn to read and understand reason, and communicate their thoughts to one another."

"Learn to read... understand reason... convey meaning?"

Lord Fuxi fell into thought in a daze.

He seemed to have gained something, yet also seemed to have lost something, and in the end he raised his eyes and asked, "I still do not quite understand."

Lin Fan could not help furrowing his brows.

Why did this Lord seem not very bright?

He was far inferior to his elder sister Nuwa—that one, aside from not knowing how to act spoiled, was proficient in every unorthodox trick under the sun.

As Lin Fan focused and pondered, those mysterious and complex Dao markings in her mind gradually became clear. She continuously deduced and simplified them, finally condensing the Dao markings into their purest form.

Done.

Her slender finger lightly traced through the void, and one simple, ancient character after another emerged—

,,,,,...

Nuwa gazed at these words appearing out of thin air, ripples spreading in her eyes. Some mysterious Dao rhythm flowed through her heart. These seemingly simple strokes actually contained the supreme principles of heaven and earth. Unconsciously, she looked towards Lin Fan, her gaze filled with surprise and praise.

Lord Fuxi's originally puzzled gaze suddenly lit up.

"So that is how it is!"

With a long laugh, he leaped through the chaos, holding the Golden Pen as he swept ink across the canopy of the Primordial World. Wherever the brush tip passed, Dao traces intertwined, and three thousand characters of Demon Script appeared one after another.

"I, Fuxi, now create writing for the Demon Race, and shall enlighten all living spirits."

The moment his words fell, thunder rolled through the nine heavens, and the sun and moon shone together. Vast merit poured down like the Heavenly River, and his cultivation rose straight from the early Quasi-Saint stage to the peak. Such a phenomenon drew the eyes of all beings in the Primordial World.

In the Taiqing Realm, Laozi's horsetail whisk paused slightly; on Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi stroked his beard and murmured in thought; outside Golden Ao Island, Tongtian's sword rang clear and bright. Mighty figures from every side all pondered in secret: Nuwa had only just attained the Dao, and now her elder brother had gained the Heavenly Dao's favor as well. Just what kind of fortune did this brother and sister possess?

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Di Jun clapped his hands and laughed, and within Lingxiao Palace, the gathered demons rejoiced. But inside Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces were dark, and the pottery cup in Houtu's hand silently shattered.

Di Jun looked delighted.

"Haha, Fuxi has rendered merit by creating Demon Script. Naturally, he should become the Teacher of the Demon Race."

Inside the hall, Kunpeng was so furious he nearly spat blood, anger churning in his eyes as he gnashed his teeth bitterly.

"Fuxi! You actually dared to snatch my opportunity!"

Just now, when the Demon Script had appeared, he had immediately sensed it.

These days, he had already comprehended a method for simplifying Dao patterns, yet Fuxi had beaten him by one step.

That Position of Demon Master should have belonged to him, but now it had been seized by another.

Thinking of the Immeasurable Merit he had missed, he was unwilling to the extreme and immediately rushed out of the great hall.

High in the heavens, Fuxi saw Kunpeng coming straight toward him and had not yet opened his mouth—

A clear and beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the void, her cold eyes sweeping over like lightning.

Cowed by Nuwa's gaze, Kunpeng felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen, and the rage filling his chest was extinguished in an instant.

"Dao... Daoist Friend, what brings you here?" His throat tightened.

"I came especially to congratulate Daoist Friend Fuxi on the merit of creating Demon Script." Kunpeng forced out a smile.

Fuxi chuckled. "Many thanks for your kind intention."

He had long since glimpsed from fate that this should have been Kunpeng's fortune.

But under a certain bit of guidance, the opportunity had already changed owners.

With Nuwa before him, Kunpeng could only retreat in frustration.

After he left, Fuxi teased, "Look how badly you scared him."

"What does that have to do with me?" Nuwa blinked, then suddenly said in delight, "Brother, you've actually reached Perfected Quasi-Saint. Your gains this time were not small."

"Fortunately, Lin Fan helped me. Otherwise, how could I have had such an opportunity?"

Fuxi laughed in a clear voice, his expression delighted to the extreme.

Seeing her brother praise Lin Fan, Nuwa's smile grew even brighter than Fuxi's.

How was this little fellow's comprehension so outstanding? Even she, as his Sister, could not help feeling envy arise in her heart.

Inside Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun gazed at the changes between heaven and earth in the Primordial World, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Demon Script should have been created by Kunpeng. How had it become Fuxi's opportunity?

Just where had the error occurred?

Could it be that Fuxi's fate had also been disturbed by an anomaly?

Hongjun drew upon Heavenly Dao Power and pinched his fingers to deduce.

Yet it was still the same as before, without the slightest clue.

The trajectory of the Heavenly Dao's operation had already been silently shifted somewhere.

But as for where that force stirring fate came from, he was actually unable to glimpse even the slightest trace.

Fortunately, Fuxi's creation of Demon Script did not pose much harm to the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

However, for the future of the Human Race, it might not be so simple.

Nuwa was the Mother of the Human Race, and Fuxi, as her blood brother, was deeply connected to the Human Race.

Yet now Fuxi had become the Teacher of the Demon Race. Whether such a variable would produce a drastic change in the future of the Human Race was something even he found difficult to say.

No sooner had she returned to Wa Huang Palace than Nuwa went straight into Lin Fan's residence.

This time, Fuxi had been able to create Demon Script entirely thanks to Lin Fan's guidance. As his Sister, she naturally had to properly reward her younger brother.

"Little Lin, Sister is back."

Lin Fan, who was refining the restrictions of the Primordial Pearl, felt his heart jump.

Why has this Demoness come back again? I only had a moment of peace just now.

In the instant he was stunned, Nuwa had already pounced right up to him.

"Hm? The aura on you seems even more refreshing."

Nuwa was slightly startled. She discovered that after Lin Fan's Breaking through, the special fruity fragrance and clear qi of creation on him had grown even richer.

It made one unable to resist breathing in a little more of it.

That scent was truly intoxicating; Nuwa nearly failed to control the drool in her mouth.

Lin Fan watched Nuwa warily. "What are you trying to do?"

"What bad intentions could Sister possibly have?"

Nuwa's heart tightened, terrified he might see through her.

She hurriedly widened her eyes, putting on an innocent, guileless expression, her face full of harmlessness.

But her true intentions were soon laid bare. She hugged Lin Fan and planted a firm kiss on his cheek.

Locked tight in both arms, Lin Fan could only show an expression caught between laughter and tears.

This Troublesome Demon.

If not for the gap in strength, he would have turned hostile and fought back long ago.

Seeing Lin Fan's adorable, helpless look—

Nuwa felt as if her heart was about to melt. Smiling like a blooming flower, she said, "This time, my elder brother was able to create Demon Script and obtain great merit all because of you. Tell me, what reward do you want? Sister will satisfy you."

"I don't ask for any reward. As long as Sister is happy, that's enough."

Lin Fan answered obediently.

Hearing this, Nuwa was so moved that her eyes grew hot.

That little mouth was truly sweeter than honey.

He was simply a warm little quilted jacket come to life.

In her delight, Nuwa took out a Red Embroidered Ball and tied it around Lin Fan's neck.

Set against Lin Fan's ** skin, it made him look even more adorable; as he sat there properly, it added a few touches of festivity.

The more Nuwa looked, the more she liked it. She said with a beaming smile, "It looks wonderful."

"This is Sister's most cherished treasure. Now I'm giving it to you."

Lin Fan lowered his head and examined the Red Embroidered Ball around his neck, curiosity rising in his heart.

So this was the legendary Red Embroidered Ball?

This object was both a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and a Merit Saint Artifact, capable of fixing the three marriages of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Its power was even Earth-shattering.

He had not expected Sister to be so generous as to give it to him.

"Thank you, Sister."

Lin Fan lifted his face and thanked her sweetly.

Nuwa gently stroked the top of his head, her eyes brimming with a smile. Suddenly remembering something, a wisp of purple radiance appeared in her palm.

"This is Hongmeng Purple Qi. It was originally bestowed upon me by Dao Ancestor to be used for proving the Dao and becoming a saint. I have no use for it now, so I'll give it to you."

As she spoke, she placed that wisp of purple qi in Lin Fan's palm. Lin Fan carefully studied the Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hand.

This was the Foundation of the Great Dao, of which there were only seven strands in the Primordial World.

Each strand symbolized a saintly seat.

It was extraordinarily precious.

But when he thought that this item had originally belonged to Hongjun, it was hard to guarantee that no tricks had been hidden inside it; perhaps it had already been tampered with in some way.

However, Nuwa clearly knew nothing of this.

Under the present circumstances, for Sister to give it to him without the slightest reservation caused deep emotion to surge in Lin Fan's heart.

With a sister who doted on him like this, so what if she was occasionally willful and mischievous?

A thought suddenly sprouted in Lin Fan's mind, and he asked with a little curiosity, "Sister, why not give this item to Great God Fuxi? He should need it more than I do."

"My elder brother does not have such an opportunity. For him, being able to reach the peak of quasi-sage is already no easy thing." Nuwa shook her head slightly and explained in a gentle voice, "If one truly wishes to prove the Dao, in the end, one must take the laws as the foundation."

As a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, she had long since seen through the secrets of heaven. The positions of Heavenly Dao Saints had their own fixed number; those with shallow fortune, even if they obtained Hongmeng Purple Qi, would still find it difficult to gather enough merit. Though the merit gained in the past from creating Demon Script was abundant, it was not enough to help Fuxi ascend to the saintly seat.

"Thank you, Sister."

Lin Fan was filled with gratitude and kissed Nuwa on the cheek. With a smile in her eyes, Nuwa gently stroked the top of his head. "Cultivate here in peace. Sister needs to enter seclusion for a period of time. I'll come see you another day."

After Nuwa left, Lin Fan finally had time to himself. He counted up what he had obtained recently and felt greatly comforted. Among magical treasures, he had the Five Spirit Pearls, the Twelve-Petal Pure World White Lotus, and the Red Embroidered Ball; as for cultivation resources, they were too numerous to count—the Star Fruit Tree, three Fusang Fruits, and many Innate Spirit Fruits. With such a rich accumulation, even the mighty beings of the Primordial World would probably have their eyes turn red with envy.

His gaze finally stopped on the Star Fruit Tree. This Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Root had crystalline branches and leaves, with starlight flowing over it. Its fruit could both nourish qi and blood and temper the physical body. Now that he had advanced to Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, he just happened to have obtained one chance at enlightenment.

With a slight movement of his mind, Lin Fan teleported into a stretch of pure land within the Primordial Pearl and planted the Star Fruit Tree there.

System, enlighten the Star Fruit Tree.

Lin Fan silently recited the command in his heart.

The system responded at once.

"Ding, beginning enlightenment for the Star Fruit Tree."

The Star Fruit Tree before his eyes suddenly changed violently, her height soaring from a hundred zhang to ten thousand zhang.

Her leaves seemed to transform into ancient stars, shining brilliantly and lighting up the surroundings.

As her branches and leaves swayed lightly, countless rays of starlight law scattered down.

The Dao rhythm she gave off caused Lin Fan's origin to rise slightly.

"Enlightenment complete. The Star Fruit Tree has received the blessing of the Great Dao of Creation and evolved into a High-Grade Chaos Spiritual Root. Her fruiting cycle has been shortened to one hundred thousand years."