First Edition Wang Covenant

Within the bamboo boat of ascension, a golden ocean rippled, illuminated by a divine moon, its light shimmering like a misty rain. Red-clothed Demon Immortal, possessing a unique charm, powerful and stunningly beautiful, looked down upon all the immortals.

Every time she appears, she is shrouded in mist and rain, which is quite unique. The raindrops falling between the divine moon and the golden sea make her even more beautiful, with both human beauty and a touch of wildness from the demon race.

Wang Xuan stared at her, lost in thought; he was truly reflecting on his actions.

"In the end, it's because I'm not strong enough," he reflected earnestly.

He looked at Heng Jun, Demon Ancestor Qi Yi, Zheng Yuantian, Ancestor of Celestial Immortals Qi Teng, and others. If his strength was exceptional, he could simply kill them all; there would be no enemies left.

Fang Yuzhu didn't turn around, but she could sense some of Wang Xuan's mental energy behind her. It all stemmed from her being strong enough, while he was a bit distracted at the moment. She really wanted to glare at him.

"Demon Lord, it's been a long time. I wish you a speedy unification of the demon race. You and Fairy Fang are truly like the moon shining over the Divine Lake, standing side by side, your elegance illuminating the celestial realm." Old Zhang spoke first, showing he knew everyone.

Demon Ancestor Qi Yi didn't like hearing this. If others unified the demon race, where would that leave him, the Demon Ancestor? He stared at Old Zhang with an unfriendly expression.

Zhang Daoling pretended not to see it and smiled. He was indeed refined and handsome, and under normal circumstances, it was hard for people to dislike him.

However, the Red-clothed Demon Immortal was not particularly appreciative of his flattery and said, "Long time no see? Didn't you look at yourself in that broken mirror over and over again last time?"

"Ah, it's a misunderstanding. Who knew you'd show up unexpectedly? Ask Old Zheng and Old Demon Qi. If they knew you were nearby, would they dare not be on guard?" Old Zhang laughed it off.

The Red-clothed Demon Immortal and the Female Daoist practitioner greeted each other, and upon noticing the God Slaying Banner on the bamboo boat, they couldn't help but look behind her.

Wang Xuan stood behind the Female Daoist practitioner, remaining calm and composed. Those in the Divine Moon might have guesses, but they could not see his true figure.

Then, on the vast ocean of bamboo boats, the Shine Upon, the sun rose, and enveloped a man, radiating an astonishing holy aura, as if to deliver all demons.

In fact, the so-called Great Sun is composed of countless divine rings, forming a protective halo. The man sat cross-legged, with a solemn Buddha-like posture.

At this moment, even the Demon Ancestor's overwhelming demonic energy was violently shaken by the impact, and Zheng Yuantian also frowned.

Another incredibly powerful figure has arrived. Without anyone saying a word, Wang Xuan already knows who he is.

In the Buddha's light, the dignified figure nodded to the Female Daoist practitioner and greeted her.

"Haha, ascetic, your cultivation has improved again!" Zhang Daoling said with a smile.

"It has indeed been a long time since I last saw Shakyamuni Buddha," Heng Jun, looking ahead.

"Just call me the Ascetic," the man in the dense Buddhist light said, his every word and action carrying terrifying power of law.

Wang Xuan was surprised. Just like Old Zhang, they had changed how they addressed each other?

Is this something to avoid?

Wang Xuan watched silently, then picked up half of the Lotus Seed from the other person, unsure if the other person knew.

Amidst the swirling celestial mist and the radiant glow of divine light piercing the sky, a woman with a crystalline red mole between her brows arrived, seated high in the Ninth Heaven. Though possessing the grace of a celestial being, her aura was incredibly powerful; she was Ling Luanxian.

She had a good relationship with the Female Daoist practitioner. A strange look appeared on her beautiful and aloof face. She looked around at Fang Yuzhu's back before nodding with a smile and saying something in secret.

Old Zhang... spoke up again; there wasn't a single person he didn't know.

"What was Fairy Ling's vow back then? I've forgotten."

Wang Xuan was astonished. It seemed that many people had made oaths back then, involving extremely high levels of society.

He vaguely guessed that the conditions for the so-called new covenant to be established were at least to continue the extraordinary, to re-establish the myth, and to lead these people out of the terrible era that was decaying and dying!

Otherwise, why would an unparalleled expert make those vows?

Next, Wang Xuan felt a chill run down his spine as a series of important figures from history and mythology appeared, including the Female Daoist practitioner and the people Old Zhang had invited, all of whom had extraordinary backgrounds.

What left Wang Xuan speechless was that Old Zhang was eloquent, adept at social maneuvering, and could get close to anyone.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Zhang Daoling turned around and glanced at him, saying, "You have to have a broad mind, understand? No matter what the relationship is like, even if you haven't seen each other for a long time, you have to have a big heart."

Old Zhang was spying on him with the broken mirror, catching a few glimpses of his thoughts. Wang Xuan became alert, immediately restrained his thoughts, and didn't give him the chance.

Following them were the Netherblood Ancestor, the Ancestor of Flying Swords, the Primordial Demon Ancestor, and others, totaling more than a dozen powerful figures, all of whom were giants in their own right and powerful overlords.

"This is not about establishing a new covenant, as no such person has appeared yet. Today, we are simply establishing the Rules extraordinary individuals entering the mortal world," the Female Daoist practitioner began, defining the nature of this gathering.

Old Zhang, the one who brought up the New Testament interpretation, quickly nodded to avoid any overthinking or malicious attempts to find fault.

"If it's not the New Testament, why make such a big show of it?" Sure enough, someone found fault in the thick fog.

The Female Daoist practitioner said, "We both know what the New Testament is, and it's very difficult to achieve. After the Correction of the Present World, all mythical power will collapse. Who can re-establish the extraordinary order? Who can reshape the myth? It's not something you or I can achieve by taking it for granted. If it were that easy, you could go and restore order to the world."

Wang Xuan sighed inwardly. Sure enough, the first clause of the new covenant was to find a way out for the immortals, which was no less important than creating the world. No wonder they were willing to pay the price.

Old Zhang also spoke up seriously, "Everyone, don't get carried away. Let's face reality and see how to survive better in this day and age. Recreating the world is unlikely."

"There is no hope left," said the Primordial Demon Ancestor.

Old Zhang nodded and said, "In the vast universe, which has been silent since time immemorial, the extraordinary is just a fleeting meteor that briefly breaks the tranquility of the eternal night. Afterwards, everything returns to its original trajectory. This is not the first time the curtain has been extinguished in the endless ages, and we are not the first beings to experience this."

Although the Female Daoist practitioner was ethereal and otherworldly, she said with a heavy expression, "The traces of the past, like sand paintings on the beach, have all been erased by the waves. In the end, very few remnants remain, only a handful of relics such as the Nurturing Life Furnace, the Ascension Banner, and the Golden Bamboo Slip."

She spoke calmly about it, saying, "Extraordinary things are like a faint candle flame in the dark winter night, lit several times, but only for a fleeting moment, and will eventually be extinguished. Without any accidents, they have never truly illuminated the world. Therefore, you and I need to accept reality, and new vows are hard to make. No one has ever been able to change the world and make myths shine forever."

A golden ocean rippled, a divine moon shone, and rain of light fell. Everyone was silent, and even more unwilling. As peerless experts, they could not Remolding Heaven and Earth and continue their extraordinary journey.

The atmosphere was very oppressive and frustrating because their time was running out; they only had a year left, and perhaps not even that!

This was the first time Wang Xuan had seen so many unparalleled powerhouses, all absolute protagonists of their respective great eras, each with an extremely glorious past. Some came from the depths of space, others were born in Old Earth, all figures recorded in history books, stirring up a storm of emotions within him.

At the same time, he further realized that finding new power and opening up a new mythological world would have a huge impact. Even he felt a little uneasy due to their heavy mood.

He is trying to find new power, searching for a new and extraordinary world, but he doesn't know if he will succeed.

For a fleeting moment, Wang Xuan wanted to chat with these people and discuss the new mythology, but he quickly suppressed that thought and decided not to be reckless.

Who are these people? Don't be fooled by the silence now, or even the sadness in some of them. When they really get angry, they are all ruthless people who would dare to slaughter an entire planet and wipe out an entire race.

For example, when the Demon Ancestor and the Netherblood Ancestor rose to power, which one of them didn't leave the land of their respective life-bearing planet stained with blood? If you really want to know that he is abnormal, you must dissect him for research.

And then there's Zheng Yuantian, who's always been concerned about his health!

"It's meaningless. Since it's not the New Testament, is there any need for us to gather here?" said Qi Teng, the Ancestor of Celestial Immortals.

Zhang Daoling looked at him and said, "Yes, it concerns the fate of your disciples and grand-disciples, and may even affect you yourself. You and I will eventually return to the Real World. The grand stage is nothing but a dream, a fleeting illusion of thousands of years of wandering beyond the mortal realm. The present world is the foundation. Once there is a consensus, bloodshed and chaos must not occur in the human world. Any immortal or demonic offspring who stirs up trouble in the present world and violates this first version of the new covenant may die a terrible death."

"Could you please not call it the New Testament? It sounds rather jarring," said the Netherblood Ancestor, and others nodded in agreement.

Fang Yuzhu smiled and said, "Do you have any better names? Rules for Gods and Immortals, Daily Behavior Code for Demons and Monsters, or Punishments for Gods and Demons? Which one do you think is better?"

Everyone was speechless. Is this really you? The strongest warrior among the current Daoist Master, a peerless figure with unparalleled immortal power, why are you acting so playful in the mortal realm?

Old Zhang spoke up at the opportune moment, laughing, "Once you arrive in the mortal realm, you really can't be bloodthirsty. Peace and tranquility are good for everyone; chaos is not allowed. You'll all gradually adapt, and everything will change. For example, I've recently come to enjoy fine wine. When you arrive, those who like fighting can go to underground boxing; those who want universal respect can be packaged as world-class celebrities; those with a strong desire for control can run for office. Hmm, I guess some fairies might be more interested in clothes, designer bags, lipsticks, and the like. As for ascetic cultivators, just find a mountain and enter a ready-made ancient temple to live in seclusion. Old Zheng, Zheng Yuantian, if you like taking someone else's place and role-playing, that's even simpler; there are many stress-relieving live-action game venues now. Of course, what I'm talking about is the comfortable and peaceful life you'll lead after you gradually become mortals."

No one looked at him with a good look.

Wang Xuan felt that Old Zhang was a bit frivolous.

The Demon Ancestor smiled and said, "Indeed, there can be a set of rules for matters in the human world. As for the name, it's just a title, a symbol. It doesn't matter what it's called. I think we should call it the First Edition Wang Covenant."

Immediately, some people showed strange expressions.

Wang Xuan's expression changed. Was this old demon doing this on purpose? He wanted to drag him out.

He did kill some demon cubs, but he was too far away from this peerless old demon and hadn't had any contact with him yet. The other party wouldn't be studying him.

Based on the information he had, the Demon Ancestor did not concern himself with matters below, and it was his sons who were in charge of the daily affairs.

"Yes, it's fine to call it New Testament, it's just a name, isn't it?" The Primordial Demon Ancestor nodded with a smile.

"Is there someone behind Fairy Fang? Let him come out and let us see him," said the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but feel that their words were inappropriate and that they weren't good people.

Chapter Two is almost finished too.