Origin of the Demon Codex

The flying Law Artifact sped towards the East Sea. Of the eight people who came, only seven remained, their faces grim, standing out starkly against the rapidly passing white clouds.

"Senior Brother, those people are still following us. Let me go and kill them." The Seventh Brother said angrily, looking at the three flying magical Law Artifact following them from a distance. When they came from the East Sea, the people of the Cultivation Alliance immediately followed them. Now that they are returning, they are still following them. It seems that they will not give up monitoring them until they return to the East Sea.

"Now is not the time to provoke conflict. The Cultivation World of various countries are organizing their forces. Once a large number of people arrive, we will settle accounts with them. We must avenge the Second Brother." Man Hu's face was ashen, and he was gritting his teeth when he suddenly noticed that Yan Zhuixing was swaying and seemed to be unable to stand. He immediately supported him and asked, "Young Palace Lord, are you injured?"

The others looked on in surprise. Had his previous composure been all an act? Yan Zhuixing glanced back at the flying Law Artifact that was following them in the distance, and as soon as he turned his head, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned deathly pale. To the astonishment of Man Hu and the others, the blood that Yan Zhuixing spat out landed on the base of the flying Law Artifact, actually emitting wisps of black smoke, and quickly dried into scabs with a hissing sound.

"Was it from that knife?" Man Hu asked.

"My Demonic Body seems to be naturally able to restrain that sword, but my Demonic Body is newly formed and not yet stable. When I resisted, I was accidentally invaded by the fire poison. Fortunately, my Demonic Body suppressed the fire poison on its own and prevented it from spreading." Yan Zhuixing chuckled with a pale face, "After I go back this time, I will intensify my cultivation of the great techniques in the Demon Codex. I am determined to get those two swords."

Half a day later, the group returned safely to Wuji Island. Yan Zhuixing didn't say much, and immediately flew into the depths of the island's mountains on his sword. The fellow disciples looked at each other in the sky, knowing that he had gone to cultivate Great Demonic Art. Man Hu and the others thought of the earth-shattering techniques in that 'Demon Codex,' a chill ran down their spines.

The third brother, with a stern expression and usually quiet, asked, "Eldest brother! This 'Demon Codex' is a treasure that Master has kept for many years. Why did you say you found it by chance in the inner palace? Also, although Master asked us to search everywhere for someone who can form Demonic Body, why did you give the 'Demon Codex' to him for cultivation? If Master investigates, I'm afraid..."

Man Hu smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his junior brothers. These brothers knew his actions were wrong, yet they hadn't said a word; their trust was invaluable. However, thinking of his deceased Second Brother, Man Hu said sadly, "Third brother, Master treated us like his own father. How could I do such a thing behind his back? Alas! When Master learned that Yan Zhuixing had formed Demonic Body, he was so overjoyed he almost came to China himself. But bound by the poisonous oath, he had no choice but to instruct me to hand over the 'Demon Codex' to Yan Zhuixing instruct us to obey his commands."

"This..." The group remained silent, though they didn't say it aloud, their expressions revealing great confusion.

"There are some things you don't know, but now that Yan Zhuixing has formed Demonic Body, it's time to tell you." Man Hu looked at his junior brothers and slowly said, "The Ancient Demonic Path is true, and the passage to the demon realm was sealed off. This is because the demonic path was too powerful back then, even the Immortal and Underworld Realms had to bow down to it. Who knew that such a powerful demonic path would be instigated into internal strife by the Immortal and Underworld Realms? Even Master doesn't know exactly what happened. In short, the passage to the demon realm was sealed off by the immortal and Immortal and Underworld Realms working together. But the Devil Lord of the demon realm is no ordinary person. After realizing that something was wrong, just as the passage was about to be sealed off, he forcibly used a great magic to grab a demonic soldier and send him out. That demonic soldier who was sent out carried the 'Demon Codex' bestowed by the Devil Lord."

The group exchanged bewildered glances. The third brother frowned and asked, "Eldest brother, did Master tell you this? Why didn't Master tell us?"

"Third brother, listen to me slowly, and you will understand after you hear it." Man Hu continued, "Since the Immortal and Underworld Realms dare to do this, they will naturally not allow the people of the Demon Realm to have the opportunity to open the passage from the inside. The opportunity to open it lies outside. That demonic soldier carries the 'Demon Codex' and is entrusted by the Devil Lord to search for someone in the Great Demonic Art world who can cultivate the great demonic art. Once someone can cultivate the Great Demonic Art, they will naturally be able to find the sealed passage to the Demon Realm. With the power of the Devil Cultivation Method art, there will definitely be an opportunity to open the passage from the outside."

"If that's the case, why don't the lowly demonic cultivators cultivate the Demon Codex themselves, instead of going around looking for others to cultivate it for?" the fourth brother asked, puzzled.

"To practice Devil Cultivation Method, one must first build Demonic Body!" Man Hu sighed. "The situation was urgent at the time, and the Devil Lord didn't have time to choose a more suitable candidate. Bringing out that lowly demonic soldier was a last resort. However, that lowly demonic soldier's talent was limited, and he was simply unable to build Demonic Body, so how could he possibly cultivate the Demon Codex? After the Immortal and Underworld Realms joined forces to seal the passage, they massacred the remaining demonic cultivators in the mortal realm. At that time, without the support of the Immortal and Underworld Realms and were almost wiped out. From then on, the demonic path was extinct in the mortal realm. That lowly demonic soldier, burdened with a heavy responsibility, endured humiliation and hardship to survive. Only after the Immortal and Underworld Realms paid less attention to the mortal realm did he quietly search for someone in the mortal realm who could build Demonic Body and cultivate the Demon Codex."

The somewhat impetuous Seventh Brother asked in astonishment, "Then how did this Demon Codex end up in Master's hands?"

The Seventh Brother didn't understand, but the others exchanged thoughtful glances, seemingly having grasped something. Man Hu looked at them and explained with a smile, "That lowly demonic cultivator's cultivation wasn't high enough to achieve immortality, nor could he have lived from ancient times to the present. Bearing the Devil Lord's heavy responsibility, he naturally needed to find a successor. Before his death, he found a successor and, at the cost of eternal damnation and the annihilation of his soul, cast a 'curse' from the Secret Method of the demonic path upon that successor. If the successor fails to fulfill his last wish, he must also find a suitable successor to continue, otherwise he will face the punishment of the 'curse,' unable to live or die. And that 'curse' will continue with each generation of successors."

"Uh..." The Seventh Brother was stunned for a moment. He wasn't stupid, and he roughly understood what was going on. He couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, do you mean that Master is the heir who bears heavy responsibilities in this generation? Then isn't Master also under that curse?"

"That's right!" Man Hu said solemnly, "I have already agreed to take on the important task of inheriting my master's position. If my master is no longer here, that curse will automatically befall me."

The group was shocked to hear this and stared blankly at their senior brother. But Man Hu waved his hand and laughed, "However, things are really unexpected. I only had the idea of letting Yan Zhuixing try to build Demonic Body because I saw that he was determined. But I really didn't expect that something that hadn't been successful for countless years would actually be successful on him. It has to be said that it was fortuitous opportunity."

"Now that it's successful, has the curse on Master been lifted?" the Fifth Brother asked.

Man Hu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's not that easy. There are only two ways to break the curse. One is that once the Demon Realm passage is opened, the curse will naturally disappear. The other is that once the person cultivating the Demon Codex reaches the late stage of Demon King cultivation, they can use a great technique to help their successor build Demonic Body. Once the successor's Demonic Body is formed, the curse will naturally disappear. Of course, it's almost impossible for a Demon King to fail when using a great technique to help someone build Demonic Body, unlike when we use the 'Seven Star Bloodletting Art.' It's almost certain death."

"So, Yan Zhuixing needs to successfully cultivate to the late stage of the Demon King realm before he can possibly break the curse on his master," the Sixth Brother asked.

"That's right! So Master wants us to follow Yan Zhuixing's orders in order to help him eliminate interference and successfully cultivate the Demon Codex." Man Hu said, then suddenly looked at the group and sighed, "But this will make things difficult for you junior brothers. This matter originally had nothing to do with you."

"Eldest brother, please don't say that. Master is like father to us. Serving Master is our duty. How can you say we're being wronged?" the third brother interjected. The others echoed similar sentiments.

Man Hu pursed his lips, watching his junior brothers nod with satisfaction. The third brother, however, frowned and said, "Senior Brother, there's a problem. To avenge Second Brother, we naturally need to kill Yue Qianchou. But Nong Zhu's female disciple has been by his side the whole time, and seeing how obedient she is to Yue Qianchou, if we make a move, Nong Zhu's disciples will definitely help us. Although we're not afraid of her, if we drag Nong Zhu into this, it'll be troublesome."

"Second Brother, he can't have died in vain. I'll immediately send a message to Master. I'm sure he'll clear the obstacles to our revenge once he knows of Second Brother death. He'll definitely go to the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest to negotiate with Nong Zhu himself," Man Hu said, his eyes gleaming. After speaking, he flashed to the summit of a mountain, took out a piece of jade, and, after finding his bearings, murmured to himself...

In the distant Diron Empire, a snow-capped mountain soared into the clouds. Beneath the dark clouds, a biting wind howled, and snowflakes swirled and danced, devoid of any greenery or sign of life. Yet, above the clouds, atop the snow-capped mountain, the sun shone brightly, its summit covered in ice, draped in a rainbow of colors in the sunlight. In this desolate place, an elderly man with completely white hair and beard sat cross-legged atop the icy peak, clad only in a thin, snow-white robe, seemingly unfazed by the cold.

Beside him, a large, snow-white python lay coiled and fast asleep. Most strangely, it possessed a pair of translucent horns on its head. Anyone with discerning eyes would recognize it as a rare and divine beast— Snow Flood Dragon!

Just then, the old man, who had been sitting cross-legged like a statue, suddenly opened his eyes. He remained silent for a moment, then, as if he had heard some unfortunate news, his eyes snapped open, flashing with a sharp light, and he abruptly stood up. A tremendous aura surged from his body, and the sleeping Snow Flood Dragon quickly opened its eyes and raised its head. Its bright red eyes blinked in terror, and its coiled body, leaving a white shadow, swiftly disappeared into the sea of clouds like a divine dragon.

"Ah..." The old man suddenly let out a painful howl, and a powerful aura surged forth as if it were tangible gas. The entire mountaintop reacted as if a powerful earthquake had struck, the ice covering it collapsing and sliding down the slope. Thick, dark clouds hovering around the mountainside churned into turbulent waves emanating from the summit, scattering outwards with astonishing force. Suddenly, the old man swung his arms, rapidly soaring through the air with a sharp whistling sound as he hurtled against it, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye...

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