Monster Script Revealed

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

"Hmph, you're fast, but your cultivation isn't enough. If I catch you, you're dead!" Kun Peng glared at Peng Xuan, who flickered back and forth before him, and spoke viciously.

A golden and a black streak of light shot across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the two were a thousand miles away.

"Finally done!" After a hundred years, Qing Xuan gazed at the banner-shaped spiritual treasure floating before him. It was a dark red all over, the banner's surface embroidered with countless Blood Red Black Mosquito patterns, the pole crafted from a branch of the Yellow Middle Plum Tree. The banner emitted an eerie blood-red light. When waved, phantom blood mosquitoes swirled around it, and Sha Qi surged to the heavens.

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

Boom!

The Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation descended, bolts striking the banner one after another. Billions of phantom blood mosquitoes appeared, shielding the spiritual treasure and weathering each thunderbolt.

Soon, only the final thunder tribulation remained. The lightning bolt struck the treasure, and the last few phantom mosquitoes vanished. The lightning hit the banner pole, and the small banner, unable to withstand it, fell to the ground. It had finally endured.

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

The Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner was a postcelestial High-grade Spiritual Treasure, crafted primarily from Blood Red Black Mosquitoes, supplemented by Yellow Middle Plum Tree branches and water from the Netherworld Sea of Blood. Its most powerful ability was to extract the foundation of other spiritual treasures, preserving that foundation for later refinement or transfer.

With this spiritual treasure, Qing Xuan's plans could be carried out more smoothly. He then went once more to Above the Sea of Blood, offered up the Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner, which transformed into tens of thousands of Blood Red Black Mosquitoes. The swarm charged into the Sea of Blood and vanished.

Qing Xuan closed his eyes, his Primordial Spirit sensing the connection with the treasure, and directed it to plunge deep into the Sea of Blood.

"Damn it, even dead mosquitoes are annoying!" Deep in the Sea of Blood, Old Ancestor Minghe sensed the disturbance in his domain. He hadn't expected Qing Xuan to be so powerful, even refining those troublesome Blood Red Black Mosquitoes into a spiritual treasure.

"Hmph, in the Sea of Blood, I am invincible. Billions of avatars, scatter!" Minghe snorted coldly. Qing Xuan's methods were certainly clever, but in the Sea of Blood, Minghe had plenty of tricks.

Minghe put away his own spiritual treasure, then his body exploded, and billions of Minghe began darting wildly through the Sea of Blood.

Qing Xuan controlled his treasure, destroying one Minghe after another, but there were too many. Even with his Primordial Spirit cultivation, he felt slightly fatigued. Seeing this, Qing Xuan recalled his artifact.

[As expected of Old Ancestor Minghe, the hardest man to kill in the Primordial Wilderness. His reputation is well-deserved!] Qing Xuan sighed inwardly. As long as Minghe never left the Sea of Blood, Qing Xuan had no way to deal with him.

[Maybe I should go find other spiritual treasures. That Merit Golden Lotus on Spirit Mountain shouldn't be this troublesome.] Qing Xuan thought and acted. Since he couldn't make progress with Minghe, he set off for Spirit Mountain in the Western Continent to catch up with Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Just as Qing Xuan was heading to Western Spirit Mountain, the battle in the North Sea had already ended.

"Kun Peng, Di Jun is establishing the Demon Race in the Heavenly Court. Why don't you go join them?" Peng Xuan asked Kun Peng, who was sitting beside him. Moments ago, they had been fighting as if one of them had to die, yet now they were sharing a hotpot.

Kun Peng ate a piece of meat, finding this cooking method quite novel, then replied.

"I have a grudge against Tai Yi. If they want me to join, Tai Yi will have to kowtow to me first."

"That's basically impossible." Peng Xuan had traveled the Primordial Wilderness for many years and knew how powerful and proud the Demon Race's Eastern Emperor Tai Yi was.

The two had become friends through their fight, chatting over hotpot.

"Alas, Peng Xuan, although our Demon Race is innately powerful, once one falls, the young of our kind who haven't yet grown up lose their chance to cultivate. Some even gradually lose their intelligence and degenerate into beasts. How pitiful."

Kun Peng suddenly spoke with melancholy. Perhaps because he had cultivated alone for so many years, now that he had met Peng Xuan, he wanted to pour out many thoughts.

Peng Xuan thought it over. It was true. The Demon Race needed a leader to become strong.

"Maybe we can think of a way to imprint the Demon Race's heritage into the bodies of newborn Demon children?"

Peng Xuan mused aloud, speaking casually.

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

"Maybe it's worth a try. Our Demon Race's advantage lies in our physical forms and bloodlines. Perhaps we can find a way to form a heritage within the bloodline itself. That way, even newborn Demons can inherit it!" Kun Peng grew more excited as he spoke, sensing that a great opportunity was presenting itself.

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

In the Primordial Wilderness's North Sea, the sky hung low, and waves surged sky-high.

Kun Peng and Peng Xuan reverted to their Original Forms, spreading their wings and soaring high. Above their heads stretched the vast starry sky, and around them, demonic aura surged to the heavens. The demonic energy transformed into countless shimmering symbols in the air. As time passed, more and more symbols gathered before them.

When they reached a certain limit, Kun Peng and Peng Xuan both spoke.

"When heaven and earth first opened, all things had spirit, but the Demon Race had no script to pass down the Great Dao. Today, I, Kun Peng (I, Peng Xuan), take the North Sea as ink and the sky as paper, creating Monster Script to carry the Dao!"

As the words fell, countless symbols turned into flowing light, carving ancient characters into the void. These characters resembled the tracks of birds and beasts, yet contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Stars in the Nine Heavens flickered, starlight falling like rain upon the Monster Script. The earth trembled, mountains and rivers resonated, as if cheering for the birth of the script.

With the completion of the final Monster Script character, a beam of light burst forth from the script, shooting straight into the Nine Heavens. Within the light, countless phantom figures of the Demon Race appeared, all bowing to Kun Peng and Peng Xuan in reverence.

The Monster Script gathered together, forming an ancient bamboo scroll. Golden lotuses bloomed across heaven and earth, and a mass of Merit descended, splitting into three parts, falling upon Kun Peng, Peng Xuan, and the scroll.

Kun Peng's mind stirred. He summoned his spiritual treasure and immediately severed his own Good Corpse. Meanwhile, Peng Xuan took the opportunity to break through to the Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Both reaped great rewards.

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

"This is Monster Script, the root of the Demon Race, the foundation for ten thousand generations. Future Demons shall use this script to pass down the Great Dao and illuminate the Primordial Wilderness!"

The voices of the two resounded throughout the Primordial Wilderness. The various great powers heard this and paid it no further mind, since only the Demon Race benefited this time. They could only sigh that the Heavenly Dao truly favored the Demon Race.

Qing Xuan, who was traveling, was startled when he heard this. [How did Peng Xuan end up with Kun Peng? Then who gets the title of Demon Master?]

Meanwhile, Di Jun, who was in Closed-door Cultivation in the Heavenly Court, was jolted awake. Sensing the sudden influx of text in his mind, he was greatly alarmed and immediately summoned all the Demon Race leaders for a meeting.

In Lingxiao Palace, everyone gathered.

The Ten Great Demon Marshals were discussing the matter when they saw Di Jun and Tai Yi appear. They quickly bowed.

"We pay homage to Your Majesty!"