On an auspicious cloud flying toward Kunlun, Hou Yi heard the shout coming from the direction of the Heavenly Court, then looked at the enormous golden cloud of merit descending toward the Northern Abyss. His expression instantly turned exceedingly grim.
Demon script, Demon Master, such a huge Merit Golden Cloud...
The Demon Race had grown stronger again!
"Brother Gungun, things are looking worse and worse!" Hou Yi clenched his fists and spoke to Gungun, who sat beside him on the cloud, gnawing on bamboo.
"No, things are looking better and better." Gungun glanced at the Merit Golden Cloud, then shifted his gaze to the glittering demon script suspended in the heavens and spoke casually.
"Brother Gungun, this really isn't the time for jokes. Kunpeng was already a Quasi-Saint who had severed two corpses. Now that he's gained boundless merit, his strength will surely soar. Even if he still can't sever his third corpse, he'll be far stronger than an ordinary Quasi-Saint. When the final battle comes, he'll be a formidable enemy of our Witch Race!" Hou Yi told Gungun anxiously.
After speaking, his eyes darted as something suddenly occurred to him. He grabbed Gungun's furry arm just as the bear was about to stuff the Yin-Yang Grinding Bamboo he held into his mouth, and said excitedly, "Brother Gungun, you're also gifted at communicating with spirits, and among all the living beings who've joined our Witch Race, your cultivation is the highest. Your primordial spirit is powerful. Could you create a script for our Witch Race, just as Kunpeng did?"
"Huh?" Gungun had been about to ask why Hou Yi was interfering with his bamboo eating, but the question suddenly left the whole bear dumbfounded.
Me... create a script for the Witch Race?
*Wait, what made you think I was a