Demon Clan Script, Heavenly Merit Descends

With the retreat of many powerful figures, only the Witch Clan and Demon Clan remained, facing off against each other.

On the Demon Clan side, there were thirteen Daluo Golden Immortal realm powerhouses, including generals like Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Demon Master Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and Ji Meng.

On the Witch Clan side, there were only six: Xuanyuan, Houtu, and the Six-Eared Macaque.

The difference in numbers was vast.

However, this was Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun Dao Ancestor had previously declared that no conflict was allowed here.

Therefore, they could only resort to verbal sparring and arguments.

Xuanyuan looked at Donghuang Taiyi with amusement. Who did this guy think he was looking down on?

He really wanted to tell Donghuang Taiyi loudly that long before Old Man Hongjun began his sermon, he himself was already at the mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation.

But that would be too arrogant and easily provoke widespread anger.

Moreover, when he killed the Fragmented Spirit of the Chaos Demon God of Destruction, he had sensed that a powerful being was hidden in the void, observing them.

To be able to escape his perception in the current Primordial World, there was only Old Man Hongjun.

If he exposed his strength, it would surely arouse Hongjun's vigilance and apprehension.

At that point, it wouldn't be as simple as secretly targeting the Witch Clan.

Therefore, Xuanyuan did not intend to get into a serious argument with Donghuang Taiyi about this.

He looked at Kunpeng, who stood beside Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, and asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, have you considered my offer?"

Kunpeng sighed. "Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, I appreciate your kind offer, but as the Demon Master of the Demon Clan, I will never betray the Demon Clan to join your Witch Clan, no matter what."

Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi nodded with satisfaction.

Although they harbored suspicions about Kunpeng, they knew that Kunpeng would not defect to the Witch Clan.

After all, it was Kunpeng himself who led the Fragmented Spirit of the Chaos Demon God of Destruction to Buzhou Mountain, causing the Witch Clan to lose several tribes and suffer countless casualties.

"You ungrateful wretch!"

Xuanyuan's expression darkened. "Since you refuse to see reason, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Saying this, he gave the Six-Eared Macaque a meaningful look.

The Six-Eared Macaque understood and took out the Demon Clan Script that Xuanyuan had given him long ago. He raised his voice and shouted, "I, the Six-Eared Macaque, inspired by the difficulties faced by all beings in the Primordial World in their cultivation, hereby invent the Demon Clan Script, aiming to help all beings in the Primordial World record their cultivation techniques and daily lives. Demon Clan Script, appear!"

As the Six-Eared Macaque finished speaking, the jade slip in his hand, which recorded the Demon Clan Script, suddenly emitted ten thousand rays of golden light.

Individual Demon Clan Script characters appeared in the sky.

Not only in Zixiao Palace within the Chaos Void, but also across the entire sky of the Primordial World, characters of the Demon Clan Script were projected.

Immediately after, the Sound of the Great Dao resounded throughout the Primordial World, and a thick pillar of golden light descended from the heavens, landing on the Six-Eared Macaque.

At this moment, outside Zixiao Palace, everyone looked at the Six-Eared Macaque, their mouths agape, filled with envy and jealousy.

It was unbelievable.

Many of them recognized the Six-Eared Macaque. He was among the first to arrive at the edge of the Outer Heavens.

However, due to insufficient strength, they were unable to cross the Chaos Void and enter Zixiao Palace.

In the end, it was Xuanyuan who sacrificed the Taiji Diagram, allowing them to enter Zixiao Palace and listen to Hongjun Dao Ancestor's sermon.

They never imagined that such an unknown nobody would possess such talent and create the Demon Clan Script.

The one who was most devastated was undoubtedly Demon Master Kunpeng.

He had spent countless tens of thousands of years and immense effort researching the Demon Clan Script. Just when he was close to success, someone else had snatched it away.

Thinking back to Xuanyuan's earlier invitation, he felt deep regret.

Clearly, Xuanyuan had been prepared. The Demon Clan Script was not created by the Six-Eared Macaque at all; it was Xuanyuan's doing.

If he had accepted Xuanyuan's invitation then, he would have been the one to create the Demon Clan Script.

Along with his regret, Kunpeng's heart was also filled with hatred.

His eyes turned red, and he glared at Xuanyuan. "Xuanyuan, I am irreconcilably opposed to you!"

Xuanyuan was also looking at Kunpeng and sneered, "Don't think I don't know that you led the Fragmented Spirit of the Chaos Demon God of Destruction from the far north to Buzhou Mountain, harming so many of my kin. I have long been irreconcilably opposed to you, Kunpeng. Today is just the beginning. I will make you understand the consequences of offending my Witch Clan!"

Their conversation was heard word for word by everyone present.

It immediately caused a huge uproar.

"The Fragmented Spirit of the Chaos Demon God was actually led to Buzhou Mountain by Patriarch Kunpeng?"

"That's too cruel!"

"I heard that countless beings died along the way from the far north to Buzhou Mountain. With such great karma of slaughter, isn't he afraid of being entangled by karma and facing divine retribution?"

"Ruthless, too ruthless! The Demon Clan are all ruthless people. We should stay far away from them in the future!"

As the crowd discussed, the expressions of Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the other members of the Demon Clan turned grim.

Some things could be done, but they couldn't be said.

Once exposed in public, they would become the target of universal condemnation.

From this day forward, the Demon Clan's reputation is utterly ruined.

And all of this is thanks to Xuanyuan.

Inside Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's expression was equally grim.

The Demon Clan's overall strength was never as great as the Witch Clan's.

Now, with this incident, few powerful figures would likely join the Demon Clan from now on.

If the power gap between the two clans became too large, the Witch-Demon Calamity would be difficult to proceed according to its predetermined course.

This would make it very hard for him to complete the task assigned by the Heavenly Dao.

"Haotian, Yaochi, open Zixiao Palace. The second sermon begins!"

After much thought, Hongjun could not come up with a proper solution, so he could only order the two young attendants to open Zixiao Palace and begin the sermon early.

This was to stall for time.

"Yes, Master!"

Although Haotian and Yaochi were curious why their Master was opening Zixiao Palace ahead of schedule when the time wasn't right yet, they dared not disobey Hongjun's command. After bowing and accepting the order, they left Zixiao Palace.

Outside Zixiao Palace, everyone was still discussing, and the expressions of Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and other Demon Clan powerhouses grew increasingly displeased.

Just then, the Zixiao Palace, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened.

The two young attendants stood outside Zixiao Palace and shouted loudly, "Zixiao Palace is open. The second sermon begins."

Instantly, all attention was diverted to the sermon. Everyone was incredibly excited and thrilled, and they all stepped into Zixiao Palace.

Houtu pouted and muttered softly, "The favoritism is too obvious!"

Xuanyuan smiled, patted her delicate shoulder, and transmitted his voice, "Sister Houtu, you'll get used to it. Old man Hongjun isn't just biased; he wants to balance our Witch and Demon clans, making us fight to the death."

Regarding the Witch-Demon Calamity, Xuanyuan didn't elaborate. After all, this was Zixiao Palace, under the watchful eyes of Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao. Transmitting a few complaints was fine, but if he dared to leak heavenly secrets, he would likely incur the backlash of Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao immediately.

In any case, with his intervention and guidance, the Witch Clan was already vastly different from before. Even if Hongjun favored the Demon Clan, he wasn't afraid.