As the scroll opened, the shape of a longsword appeared before his eyes, followed by densely packed lines of tiny golden text.
The writing upon it was Innate Dao Script created by the Dao Ancestor. The red-robed youth naturally recognized it and immediately began reading.
"I am Zhunti. Moved by the hardships of the human race, I have created a method from the Eight Hundred Side Paths that can help the human race refine the Human Dao Sacred Sword and protect their peace!"
"Use precious materials to forge a sword blank, supplement it with the human race's blood essence and the willing power of living beings, and forge the Human Dao Sacred Sword. The more blood essence it absorbs and the stronger the willing power, the greater its might. When refined to its peak, it can slaughter Witches and massacre demons, break the ancestral witches' treasured bodies, destroy the Demon Emperor's divine abilities, and possess boundless power and unrivaled killing force!"
"However, the blood essence for this sword must be willingly sacrificed by the human race. Only then will it not be entangled by resentment. Such is the Human Dao Sacred Sword!"
"Otherwise, if the human race is slaughtered to refine this sword, the resentment of humanity will cling to it. This sword will become an unparalleled fiendish sword, its slaughter too excessive and harmful to heavenly harmony. It must never be done!"
"The refinement method is as follows..."
After seeing the contents of the scroll, the red-robed youth was instantly disappointed.
Human Dao Sacred Sword? What kind of thing was that? He had thought it was some scroll-type supreme treasure, some peerless Great Divine Power.
In the end, it was just some lousy human race sacred sword.
Slaughter Witches and massacre demons?
Hmph, it sure talked big!
Did it think it was a Saint?
Hm?
No, wait. Zhunti—was he not actually a Saint?
Was this a method passed down by a Saint?
The red-robed youth's eyes instantly widened.
A method passed down by a Saint... Did that mean this so-called Human Dao Sacred Sword could truly slaughter Witches and massacre demons?
It could break the ancestral witches' treasured bodies!
If it was that powerful, then with this sword, would it not be possible to kill ancestral witches and crush the Witch Clan?
Once the red-robed youth understood this, his eyes immediately lit up. He transformed into a streak of crimson light and shot toward the Demon Court above the Nine Heavens.
If he presented this Human Dao Sacred Sword to the Demon Emperor and gave him a chance to slay an ancestral witch and break the Witch Clan's Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array, then once the Witch Clan lost the Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array, how could they continue fighting the demon race?
If this allowed them to destroy the Witch Clan, he would have the merit of presenting the method. The Demon Emperor certainly would not treat him poorly.
At the same time, within a separate space, Zhunti watched the Grand Unity Golden Immortal demon king tear through the air. A faint smile appeared on his face.
It worked!
I refuse to believe that with hope of breaking the Witch Clan's grand array placed right before them, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would not be tempted.
Although this meant he had created the refinement method for the Witch Slaying Sword, and the slaughter of the human race would bring karmic burden upon him, so what?
The human race of today was still so few in number and so weak that the karmic burden could not be too great. Besides, most of that karmic burden would fall upon the demons slaughtering the human race and those issuing the orders. How much could fall upon him, the one who merely provided the method?
As a dignified Saint, he could easily bear such a small amount of karmic burden. It was far better than personally entering the fray and having all the karmic burden fall upon himself.
Besides, this sword was the Witch Slaying Sword now, but that might not remain the case in the future.
In the end, this sword was refined using the human race's blood essence. The human race was its true master.
Once the Witch and demon races were destroyed, this sword would most likely return to the human race. A sword forged from countless humans, capable of breaking the ancestral witches' treasured bodies—the human race would never discard it.
When the time came, if this sword rendered meritorious service for the human race and merit descended from heaven, he would receive a share as well.
In the end, he was merely the one who provided the method. Whatever others did with it, he would receive a portion—whether karmic burden or merit.
The human race of today could not compare to the human race of later generations. As a Heavenly Dao Saint, Zhunti knew very well that this weak race would become the protagonist of the primordial world in the future.
Zhunti guessed that this sword would surely play an enormous role among the human race of later generations. The merit brought to him by his karmic connection with this sword should exceed the karmic burden.
That was why Zhunti had left his name behind.
As for whether this would offend Grand Pure Sage, did that even need to be asked?
Touching the human race would naturally make Grand Pure Sage an enemy.
Moreover, for the Western Teaching to flourish, cutting off the human race's foundation was merely the first step. The Western Teaching's true enemies were still the three Eastern teachings!
If they could not suppress the three Eastern teachings, how could the Western Teaching flourish?
If the West did not flourish, how could the two of them repay their karmic debt to the Heavenly Dao?
Sooner or later, he would have to face Grand Pure Sage. Not only Grand Pure Sage—the Three Pure Ones were all the same.
Since that was the case, whether he offended Grand Pure Sage was no longer within Zhunti's consideration. For the Western Teaching to flourish, it was inevitable that they would become enemies of the Three Pure Ones!
Since they would offend the Three Pure Ones sooner or later, why think so much about it?
Besides, whether he left his name or not, Grand Pure Sage would know he was the mastermind behind it. After all, forging a sword with resentment and thought power was originally part of the Eight Hundred Side Paths. In the entire primordial world, only the two of them excelled in such methods. Everyone else followed the Three Thousand Great Daos.
Once the calamity ended, the entire chain of cause and effect could be guessed.
They were both Saints. Completely concealing something from the other was nearly impossible. So long as he acted, he would leave traces behind. At most, he could conceal it for a while during the calamity. Once it ended, everything would come to light.
Now, all that remained was to see how the demon race would act.
Zhunti's figure slowly faded, then vanished directly into the void. As his figure disappeared, the world Zhunti had opened also dispersed, completely merging back into the primordial space.
At the same time, the red-robed youth at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm arrived at the Demon Court and found his own ancestor, Bifang, one of the Ten Directions Demon Saints!
He was merely a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. The highest-ranking person he could meet directly was his own ancestor. As for the Demon Master, the Sovereign of Fuxi, the Demon Emperor, the Empress, and the others above them, they were not people a Grand Unity Golden Immortal like him could meet.
Besides, reporting upward over one's superior was a great taboo within the Demon Court. Not only would the Demon Emperor dislike it, but it would also offend his own ancestor.
"What is it?"
Bifang sat cross-legged in the void, profound Dao rhythms swirling around him, crimson flames coiling about his body. He exuded a vast, heaven-and-earth-like aura without releasing it.
Bifang also appeared as a young man, dressed in a crimson robe much like the Grand Unity Golden Immortal demon king below. More accurately, the crimson demon king below had deliberately imitated Bifang's appearance.
Though the two were dressed similarly, their auras were worlds apart. At a single glance, their superiority and inferiority were obvious.
A Quasi-Saint-level Great Divine Power was different at a glance. It was a quality impossible to describe with words, an absolute gap between the levels of their lives.
"Reporting to Ancestor, I accidentally discovered a method near the human race's territory. It can refine a killing sword. According to the method's description, this sword can break the ancestral witches' treasured bodies. I have come to present it to you," the red-robed youth said, not daring to delay as he respectfully bowed.
As he spoke, the golden scroll from earlier appeared in his hands, and he respectfully raised it above his head.
"Hmm?"
Bifang gave a quiet sound of surprise. A vast aura flashed and vanished, while scorching firelight swept past. The red-robed youth felt his entire body grow blisteringly hot, as though he were about to be burned to ash.
With a lift of Bifang's hand, the golden scroll instantly fell into his grasp.
When he opened the scroll, a dense pressure swept forth. Bifang's eyes instantly widened. Saintly Might!
This was a method left behind by a Saint!
Bifang immediately focused on examining the contents of the scroll. Once he finished reading it, his expression shifted uncertainly.
After hesitating for a moment, he waved toward the red-robed youth in the hall. "Return first. I have noted your contribution. Once I meet the Demon Emperor, you will be rewarded in the future."
"Thank you, Ancestor!" The red-robed youth immediately gave a respectful bow and left the hall.
Bifang pondered for a moment before turning and heading for the Demon Master Palace.
Kunpeng looked at the scroll in his hands, and his eyes instantly widened. Zhunti's figure appeared in his mind.
Witch Slaying Sword, slaughtering the human race... So that was it.
Based on his understanding of the Di Jun brothers, with such a method before them, there was a great chance they would act. In that case, the demon race was truly going to slaughter the human race.
Would that not mean he needed to take the River Diagram and Luo Book?
If so, would he not be the fated master of the River Diagram and Luo Book? Once he obtained them, with two Ultimate Innate Spirit Treasures protecting him, he could walk unhindered throughout the primordial world except before Saints.
When the time came, even Minghe of the Blood Sea would be unable to do anything to me!
Was Minghe not so arrogant only because he relied on the power of his Magic Treasures?
"Come, let us meet the Demon Emperor!"
Within the Demon Emperor Palace, Di Jun was doing his utmost to draw down chaotic spiritual energy and nurture the River Diagram and Luo Book. The two Innate Spirit Treasures had been too severely damaged. Even after thirty thousand yuanhui, they had yet to return to their peak state. At present, they only possessed power equivalent to High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures. To restore their former power as Ultimate Innate Spirit Treasures, they still required a long period of nurturing.
As he nurtured the Magic Treasures, Di Jun was also contemplating a way to break the Witch Clan.
The Witch Clan was numerous and powerful, and they also possessed the Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array. To be honest, they were truly troublesome.
During the previous great battle, if the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Demon Gods had not arrived swiftly and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array had not been deployed in time, the two brothers would likely have been reduced to ashes.
Moreover, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array could do nothing to the Witch Clan. To destroy them, they needed to find another method.
Yet after racking his brains for thirty thousand yuanhui, Di Jun still had not found a solution.
Suddenly sensing someone calling from outside, Di Jun opened his eyes. With a raise of his hand, the doors of the Demon Emperor Palace instantly opened.
Kunpeng and Bifang entered the Demon Emperor Palace.
"Fellow Daoists, has something happened in the primordial world?"
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