"Hiss--!"
Throughout the Primordial Wilderness, countless powerful beings who had been cultivating in seclusion were awakened once again by this grand commotion that nearly shook the very foundation of the Primordial Origin!
From Kunlun Mountain's Jade Void Palace, to the Western Mount Sumeru, the Blood Sea Minghe Styx River, to Wuzhuang Temple Zhenyuanzi... countless gazes, some astonished, some solemn, some greedy, and some fearful, traversed endless time and space, all focusing on the still-unfading scroll of heaven and earth and the divine radiance of Demon Script above the North Sea's sky.
The Thirty-three Heavens, deep within the Solar Divine Palace.
Inside the majestic palace surrounded by crimson-gold divine flames, Di Jun, clad in imperial robes and wearing a crown, and Tai Yi, whose illusory image of the Chaos Bell floated beside him and whose aura was domineering throughout the universe, almost simultaneously opened their tightly closed eyes.
The Solar True Fire that surrounded him fluctuated violently for a moment, indicating the unease in his heart.
Di Jun's deep eyes reflected the golden light of the Demon Script that pierced through layers of heavens and reached this place. His handsome face instantly turned ashen, as if ink could drip from it.
He spoke slowly, each word carrying a chilling weight, shattering the palace's silence:
"Kunpeng... actually created... Demon Script?!"
Beside him, Eastern Emperor Taiyi suddenly unleashed his unparalleled imperial aura, his golden pupils seemingly brewing a Destruction Greater Yang storm.
His five fingers clenched into a fist, the bones emitting a faint popping sound, the voice deep and containing overwhelming rage:
"This fiend! How dare he disregard the Demon Court and arbitrarily establish the position of 'Demon Master'?!"
Inside the shrine, the temperature plummeted.
The two brothers exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes the shock, scrutiny, and... a deep sense of apprehension that could no longer be concealed.
Kunpeng's earth-shattering stroke not only wrote the demonic text, but also engraved it heavily on the authority of the heaven. The ancient pattern has changed since then!
The Demon Script scroll stretching across the sky shone with boundless light, like a giant question mark and a silent declaration, hanging over all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness world.
Di Jun stood atop the Lingxiao Hall, hands behind his back, looking down upon the mortal realm.
The sea of clouds surged and the rays of light shone in myriad directions, but none of them could compare to the awe-inspiring Golden Dragon of Destiny that pierced through the Heavenly Court.
At this moment, Golden Dragon of Destiny, coiled Above the Nine Heavens, its scales bristling and golden light flowing, as if forged from solidified Hongmeng Purple Qi. Majestic and vast, it bathed the entire Heavenly Court in an almost immortal radiance.
However, there was not much joy in Di Jun's deep eyes, only a hint of understanding and helplessness in his eyes.
That's enough.
The Heavenly Emperor slowly waved his hand, his robes sweeping across the void, bringing with them glittering starlight.
"Kunpeng created this Demon Script, which was recognized by Heaven and Earth, and attracted immeasurable Merit Luck to his body."
"In that case, the title of 'Teacher of the Demon Race' shall be given to him."
The voice was calm and still, yet it contained an absolute will to rule over all demons.
Di Jun had his own assessment of Kunpeng.
This fiend has been lying dormant in the Northern Darkness for a long time. It is arrogant and sinister in nature and is unwilling to remain subservient to others for long.
This creation of the text resulted in half of its Merit Luck converging upon him, condensing into his Dao Fruit of "Demon Master," while the other half, like sweet rain, scattered across the Primordial Wilderness, nourishing the foundation of the demon race.
With the emergence of the Demon Script, the demon race now has a unified standard for its inheritance, and the convergence of demon hearts and the rise of Luck are all great things.
However... Di Jun's gaze pierced through layers of void and landed on the dazzling dragon body of the Golden Dragon of Destiny, which had reached its limit and could not advance any further.
"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heaven Deduces Forty-Nine, and one is hidden away..."
The soft murmur contained the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Dao. 490,000 zhang was already the limit of the Heavenly Dao's tolerance for the Demon Race Fortune!
The vanished "one" symbolizes variables and also signifies limits.
Kunpeng's actions, while strengthening the demon race's foundation, also subtly touched upon that invisible barrier of the heavens.
Di Jun saw things clearly: Heavenly Dao's gifts always come with a price and a limit.
"Snort!"
A cold snort boomed like thunder, carrying a furious intensity like molten lava.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi, clad in a golden crow imperial robe, stood beside Di Jun. Above his head, the ancient and desolate Chaos Bell hummed on its own, with chaotic runes flowing on its surface, emanating a terrifying aura that suppressed all the heavens and the universe.
"If this wretched creature hadn't been lucky enough to create Demon Script, would he dare to call himself a 'Demon Master'? Otherwise, today I, the Emperor, would definitely use the Chaos Bell to suppress his Northern Darkness Dao Field, along with his arrogant primordial spirit, under the Guixu Sea Eye, so that he would never be able to rise again!"
Tai Yi has a violent and upright personality, and he has never had any good feelings towards Kunpeng.
Di Jun's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, his deep gaze still fixed on the direction of Beihai. He remained silent, simply watching as if he were appreciating a grand drama destined to unfold.
Meanwhile, in the eastern lands, amidst the mountains shrouded in spiritual energy.
Qing Huan had just stepped out of the overseas fairyland of Yingzhou Island, intending to travel through the Primordial Wilderness to find a solution to the food problem of the Witch Clan and to comprehend the Great Dao of nature.
Suddenly, Kunpeng's oath, which resounded throughout the Primordial Wilderness Heavenly Dao and resonated with the heavens, rolled in, each word imprinted on the void.
Qing Huan paused, a hint of surprise flashing across his handsome face.
"Really..."
Qing Huan murmured to himself.
"Kunpeng finally took this step and created the innate Demon Script."
Looking up at the golden rain of Merit and the misty purple aura falling from the heavens, his brows furrowed slightly before relaxing.
"Very well, though there have been twists and turns, the appearance of the Demon Script has made the Demon Race Fortune even more solid and profound. For my path of cultivation, gaining insight into the workings of heaven and earth is indeed a good thing."
The Demon Race Fortune is inextricably linked to their own.
Seeing the torrent of Merit and boundless Luck descending from Heavenly Dao sweeping across the world, Qing Huan no longer hesitated.
With a flick of his sleeves, he found a secluded valley where spiritual veins converged and ancient trees reached for the sky, and set up layers of restrictions.
Faced with that Golden Light of Merit that could drive countless powerful beings mad, with a thought, the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit emerged from the Celebration Cloud. The holy golden light flowed, and the lotus petals unfolded, swallowing up all the pure and vast Heavenly Dao Merit into the Lotus Platform like a whale swallowing the sea!
In an instant, the Golden Lotus shone brightly, and the Dao patterns on the Lotus Platform became clearer and more profound. Faintly, there were chants and Daoist Dao Sound, and the foundation was solidified to be indestructible.
As for the immense Luck that followed, Qing Huan unhesitatingly channeled it into his own primordial spirit's purple palace.
Luck like an invisible spring, cleansing the heart, purifying the mind, and helping to comprehend the profound and mysterious principles of heaven and earth.
Qing Huan's Dao heart is firm, but forcibly raising his realm purely through Merit is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. His foundation is weak, and his future path of cultivation will inevitably be cut off.
Only by Luck and understanding it can one find the true and righteous path.
On the shores of the North Sea, above the Demon Master Palace.
The Kunpeng stood tall in the sky, its form appearing even larger and more majestic under the golden rain of Merit and the purple aura of Luck.
The vast and boundless gifts of the Heavenly Dao surged into his body, cleansing his limbs and bones, and washing away the dust from his primordial spirit.
An unprecedented sense of power surged through my body, and an invisible shackle deep within my mind shattered!
"Hahaha... Hahaha! It's done! My path is complete!" His wild and unrestrained laughter shook the entire North Sea, causing the waves to surge and millions of aquatic creatures to tremble.
The surging Magic Power suddenly surged, tearing apart the void barrier and causing the wind and clouds to change color.
At this moment, Kunpeng successfully severed the evil corpse within his body and officially stepped into the Mid-Quasi-Saint! The expansive feeling brought by the power made him complacent and look down on all directions.