Monster Script Appears

Peng Xuan said arrogantly that when it came to speed, he feared no divine ability or person.

"Hmph, you may be fast, but your cultivation is lacking. Once I catch you, you're dead!" Kun Peng said viciously as he watched Peng Xuan flash back and forth before him.

A streak of gold and a streak of black cut across the sky. In the blink of an eye, the two had traveled a thousand miles away.

"It's finally done!" After a hundred years, Qing Xuan looked at the banner-shaped Spiritual Treasure floating before him. Its entire body was dark red, its surface embroidered with countless Blood Red Black Mosquito patterns. Its pole was crafted from a branch of the Yellow Middle Plum Tree. The banner radiated an eerie bloody glow, and when waved, phantom blood mosquitoes swirled around it as baleful energy soared into the heavens.

At that moment, heavenly lightning gathered above Qing Xuan's head. It seemed the Heavenly Dao could not tolerate this treasure.

Boom!

The Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation descended. Bolt after bolt struck the banner, while hundreds of millions of blood mosquito phantoms appeared to protect the Spiritual Treasure and withstand the heavenly lightning.

Before long, only the final tribulation lightning remained. It struck at the Spiritual Treasure, and the last few blood mosquitoes vanished as well. The lightning hit the banner pole, and the small banner could no longer endure it, falling to the ground. Still, it had finally withstood the tribulation.

Qing Xuan picked up the treasure, and its functions surfaced in his mind. "Hahahaha! A High-grade Spiritual Treasure! Heaven truly aids me! I shall name you the Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner!"

The Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner was a postnatal High-grade Spiritual Treasure. It used Blood Red Black Mosquitoes as its core, supplemented by Yellow Middle Plum Tree branches and water from the Netherworld Sea of Blood. Its most powerful ability was to extract a Spiritual Treasure's foundation while preserving it, allowing it to be refined within the banner or transferred elsewhere.

With this Spiritual Treasure, Qing Xuan's plans could be carried out even more effectively. He then returned Above the Sea of Blood and summoned the Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner. The banner transformed into countless Blood Red Black Mosquitoes, which rushed into the Blood Sea and disappeared.

Qing Xuan closed his eyes and used his Primordial Spirit to sense his connection with the Spiritual Treasure, directing it toward the depths of the Blood Sea.

"Damn it, those dead mosquitoes are still disgusting!" In the depths of the Blood Sea, Minghe sensed the disturbance. He had not expected Qing Xuan to be so powerful that he had even refined those troublesome Blood Red Black Mosquitoes into a Spiritual Treasure.

"Hmph, I am invincible within the Blood Sea. Hundreds of millions of incarnations, disperse!" Minghe snorted. Qing Xuan's methods might be impressive, but within the Blood Sea, Minghe had plenty of ways to deal with him.

Minghe put away his Spiritual Treasure, then his body exploded. Hundreds of millions of Minghes began darting wildly through the Blood Sea.

Qing Xuan controlled the Spiritual Treasure and destroyed one Minghe, but there were simply too many of them. Even with his Primordial Spirit cultivation, he felt somewhat exhausted. Seeing this, Qing Xuan recalled his treasure.

As expected of Old Ancestor Minghe, the hardest person to kill in the Primordial Wilderness. His reputation is well deserved. Qing Xuan sighed inwardly. As long as Minghe did not leave the Blood Sea, Qing Xuan had no way to deal with him.

Perhaps I should seek out other Spiritual Treasures. The Merit Golden Lotus on Spirit Mountain can't be this difficult to acquire, can it? Qing Xuan acted as soon as he thought of it. Since he could not get anywhere with Minghe, he rose and headed for Spirit Mountain on the western continent to catch up with Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Just as Qing Xuan headed toward Western Spirit Mountain, the battle in the North Sea had already ended.

"Kun Peng, Di Jun has established the demon race in the Heavenly Court. Why don't you join them?" Peng Xuan asked Kun Peng, who sat beside him. Just moments ago, the two had appeared ready to fight to the death, yet now they were having hotpot together.

Kun Peng ate a piece of meat, finding this cooking method remarkably novel, before replying.

"I have a grudge against Tai Yi. If he wants me to join, Tai Yi will have to kneel and kowtow to me first."

"That's basically impossible." Peng Xuan had traveled through the Primordial Wilderness for many years and knew just how powerful and arrogant Eastern Emperor Tai Yi of the demon race was.

The two had become acquainted through fighting. As they ate hotpot and chatted, they unexpectedly became good friends.

"Sigh, Peng Xuan, although our demon race is innately powerful, once we fall, the young members of our race who have yet to grow up lose their chance to cultivate. They may even gradually lose their intelligence and become mere beasts. How tragic."

Kun Peng suddenly spoke sorrowfully. Perhaps he had cultivated alone for too many years. Now that he had met Peng Xuan, he wanted to pour out the many thoughts in his heart.

Peng Xuan thought about it carefully and realized that was indeed the case. If the demon race wanted to grow stronger, it needed someone to lead it.

"Perhaps we could think of a way to engrave the demon race's inheritance into the bodies of newly born demon children?"

Peng Xuan spoke casually, merely voicing a random thought.

Unexpectedly, Kun Peng fell into deep thought upon hearing it, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"Perhaps it can be done. The advantages of our demon race lie in our true bodies and bloodlines. We might find a way to form inheritances within our bloodlines. That way, even newly born demons could obtain the inheritance!" The more Kun Peng spoke, the more excited he became. He felt that a great Opportunity might have appeared before him.

The two then began experimenting based on this idea. Before they knew it, a thousand years had passed.

In the North Sea of the Primordial Wilderness, the heavens hung low, and towering waves surged.

Kun Peng and Peng Xuan assumed their Original Forms and soared into the sky. Above them spread a vast starry sky, while demon energy shot into the heavens around them. The demon energy transformed into countless flickering symbols in the air, and as time passed, more and more symbols gathered before them.

Once they reached a certain threshold, Kun Peng and Peng Xuan both spoke.

"When heaven and earth first opened, all things possessed spirits. Yet the demon race had no script and could not pass down the Great Dao. Today, I, Kun Peng—I, Peng Xuan—shall use the North Sea as ink and the firmament as paper, creating Monster Script to carry the Dao!"

Before their words had faded, countless symbols transformed into streams of light, inscribing ancient characters throughout the void. These characters resembled the tracks of birds and beasts, yet contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

The stars of the Nine Heavens twinkled, and starlight fell like rain upon the Monster Script. The earth trembled, mountains and rivers resonated, as though celebrating the birth of the Monster Script.

As the final Monster Script character was completed, a ray of light erupted from the script and shot straight into the Nine Heavens. Within that light, countless demon phantoms appeared, all bowing their heads toward Kun Peng and Peng Xuan in reverence.

The Monster Script gathered together and transformed into an ancient bamboo scroll. Golden Lotuses bloomed throughout heaven and earth, and a mass of Merit descended, splitting into three portions that fell upon Kun Peng, Peng Xuan, and the bamboo scroll.

Kun Peng's mind stirred, and he summoned his Spiritual Treasure, immediately severing his own Good Corpse. Peng Xuan also took the chance to break through to the Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Both gained greatly.

Kun Peng put away the bamboo scroll and said in a low voice.

"This is Monster Script, the root of the demon race and the foundation for all ages. Future generations of demons shall use this script to pass down the Great Dao and bring glory to the Primordial Wilderness!"

Their voices echoed throughout every corner of the Primordial Wilderness. Upon hearing them, the great powers paid it no further mind. After all, only the demon race benefited from this, and everyone could only sigh at how greatly the Heavenly Dao favored the demon race.

Qing Xuan, who was still traveling, was startled when he heard it. How did Peng Xuan get mixed up with Kun Peng? Then who gets the title of Demon Master?

Even Di Jun, who was cultivating in seclusion within the Heavenly Court, was jolted awake. Sensing the sudden appearance of characters in his mind, he was greatly shocked and hurriedly summoned the demon race for a meeting.

Within Lingxiao Palace, everyone gathered together.

The Ten Great Demon Marshals were discussing the matter. When they saw Di Jun and Tai Yi arrive, they hurriedly bowed.

"Greetings, Your Majesties!"