Open Source Technology? No, This is Feeding Poison to the Entire Era!

Thirty-three layers of heaven, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

In the center of the newly completed "Myriad Demons Paying Homage Hall," a bottomless pit had been blasted open!

Di Jun's golden imperial robes were torn to shreds by the blast wave. He stood dumbfounded before the massive hole, feeling the stinging pain on his face.

It wasn't the pain of being burned by flames.

It was his dignity!

It was the dignity of him, the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, having been brutally torn away, thrown on the ground, and stomped on twice by that damned Witch Clan member, Xuanzheng, across billions of miles of space!

"Why..." Di Jun's voice was as hoarse as a demon's roar from hell, "Bai Ze! Tell me! Why!!"

Bai Ze, the wise elder of the Demon Clan, knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

"Your Majesty... I... I don't know! That formation... theoretically, it was flawless, but once the Solar True Fire was injected, it... it turned into the most terrifying explosive in the world!"

"Pfft--!"

Di Jun could no longer hold back, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out!

He remembered Xuanzheng's "honest" face on the Solar Star.

Playing with mud?

The mud he played with could suppress the Eastern Emperor Bell!

The mud their Demon Clan played with according to the blueprints managed to blow up their own home!

"Xuan--zheng--!!!"

Di Jun roared to the heavens, his voice shaking the nine heavens!

"A direct assault... is a dead end."

Bai Ze spoke tremblingly, a hint of desperate madness flashing in his eyes, "Your Majesty, there is only one way now..."

"Speak!"

"Steal!"

Bai Ze's voice was extremely low.

"We can no longer be content with mere formation fragments! We must send people to disguise themselves as rogue cultivators and infiltrate the Witch Clan's construction site!"

"We won't learn their profound formations. We'll just learn how they move bricks! How they mix cement! How they handle the most basic materials!"

"Xuanzheng's strength is rooted in those 'craftsmanship techniques' we've never heard of! As long as we can steal his 'craftsmanship process,' we can replicate his miracles!"

"This is called... learning from the Witch Clan's techniques to defeat the Witch Clan!"

Di Jun stared intently at Bai Ze, and after a long while, he laughed, a smile more bitter than tears.

"Good."

"So be it."

"I, the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, from today onwards, will act like a thief and steal the... craftsmanship of the Witch Clan."

The Netherworld Sea of Blood, construction site.

Xuanzheng strolled leisurely, hands clasped behind his back, wearing a "hard hat" made from the polished skull of some divine beast.

Just then, in his mind, the [Script Mirror] grew slightly warm.

A fragmented image flashed by.

It was the Heavenly Court palace, blown into ruins.

It was Di Jun's face, contorted beyond recognition.

It was Bai Ze's poisonous scheme, "learning from the Witch Clan's techniques to defeat the Witch Clan."

[Oh ho?]

Xuanzheng stopped in his tracks, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably into a wild grin.

[Exploded? It exploded this quickly? It seems the 'thermal runaway runes' I left in those formation fragments were more effective than I expected!]

[And they want to send industrial spies to steal my techniques?]

[Tsk tsk tsk, Di Jun, Di Jun, you've finally evolved from a brute emperor into a... primary school student who uses schemes and tricks.]

[Since the student is so eager to learn, how can I, the 'teacher,' not be more helpful? Wouldn't that make me unqualified?]

Instead of being wary, he trembled with excitement!

It was the ultimate thrill of harvesting an entire era's worth of leeks!

He strode purposefully towards Xiangliu, who was directing the Great Witches in refining "Merit Cement."

"Brother Xiangliu! Good news! Tremendous good news!"

Xuanzheng grabbed the middle one of Xiangliu's nine heads and shook it vigorously.

"I was observing the celestial phenomena just now and sensed an inspiration from Father God!"

Xuanzheng's expression instantly became incredibly sacred and solemn, as if Pangu himself were present.

"Father God said that for our Witch Clan to rise, we cannot work in isolation! We must have the supreme magnanimity to share the Great Dao with all beings!"

Xiangliu listened, completely bewildered.

"Wh-what... what does that mean?"

"It means!" Xuanzheng slapped his thigh, his voice booming, "We're going to implement 'open-source technology'!"

He pulled out a large stack of jade slips from his robes, densely packed with blueprints he had "optimized" overnight.

There was Thirty-Six Incorrect Mixing Ratios for Merit Cement.

There was Soul Guiding Banner Runes: From Novice to Self-Detonation.

And there was also Learn Buzhou Mountain's Load-Bearing Walls in Three Days (Shoddy Version).

He stuffed these jade slips into Xiangliu's embrace.

"Brother Xiangliu! Go immediately! At the most conspicuous spot on our construction site, erect a 'Primordial World Myriad Races Technology Exchange and Joint Progress Propaganda Board'!"

"Reproduce all of these! Let every passing, curious, ill-intentioned... cough, I mean, awestruck being, learn for free! Observe for free!"

Xiangliu scanned them with his divine sense, his nine heads shaking like rattles.

"This won't do, brother! This... this stuff on here is all wrong! This cement formula, when mixed, will just be a pool of poison! This Soul Guiding Banner, if inscribed, will cause vengeful spirits to become fierce ghosts on the spot! This wall... this isn't a wall, it's a sandcastle!"

"Foolish!"

Xuanzheng patted his shoulder with heartfelt pain.

"Brother Xiangliu! Vision! Where is your vision?!"

"We are not sharing technology! We are sharing ideas! Concepts! A great sentiment of 'our Witch Clan is willing to lead everyone to prosperity'!"

"Think about it, when others see this, they'll think, 'Wow, the Witch Clan is willing to share such core technology, what incredible generosity!' Won't our Witch Clan's reputation skyrocket?"

"As for what happens if they build their houses and collapse them after learning, or blow up the magic treasures they refine... can they blame us?"

Xuanzheng leaned close to Xiangliu's ear and whispered, in a voice only they could hear:

"That's because their skills are lacking, their comprehension is insufficient. What does that have to do with our Witch Clan?"

Xiangliu: "..."

He felt his brain wasn't enough.

But looking at Xuanzheng's incredibly sincere expression of "everything for the Witch Clan," he finally nodded, confused and half-believing.

"Okay... it seems to make sense."

"Go!" Xuanzheng waved his hand with satisfaction. "Remember, the propaganda board must be as big as possible! As conspicuous as possible! It would be best to add a few slogans, call it--"

"Technology has no patents, the Great Dao is shared by all!"

[Heh heh heh...]

Xuanzheng turned around and looked up in the direction of the thirty-third heaven, the curve of his lips cold and cruel.

[Come on, my dear 'Heavenly Court Strategic Leadership Group'.]

[The teaching materials have already been distributed to you for free.]

[I hope you...]

[Enjoy learning, and die with understanding.]