Chapter 70: Kunpeng Creates the Demon Script

Inside the Demon Master Palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens, Kunpeng's face was livid, his expression grim.

Having been forcefully suppressed by Taiyi, he had no choice but to join the Demon Court, and was further promised the position of Demon Master.

Wisps of fortune gathered from the Primordial World at every moment, shrouding him, yet Kunpeng felt no joy at all.

This kind of situation was truly all too familiar to him.

As a Phoenix Prince, back when the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Tribulation was raging through the Primordial World, the fortune that had shrouded his body was how thick and heavy.

Yet, the manifestation and gathering of fortune signified a struggle for the world, portending a new Great Calamity.

The Primordial Three Clans rose during the Fierce Beast Chaos, enjoyed great merit from the heavens and earth, and dominated one side of the Primordial World.

The descendants of the three clans reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm upon reaching adulthood, far beyond what the current Demon Court could compare to, yet they were still wiped out into nothingness.

If not for the Dragon Clan's prolific reproduction, they would likely be no different from the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan.

What is more critical is that the Great Calamity is not scary; what is scary is that there are people plotting the Great Calamity.

With a dark face, Kunpeng thought of the celestial phenomenon from not long ago.

"Sigh! It seems this is the only way, it's just a bargain for that Di Jun and Taiyi!" He had absolutely no sense of belonging to the Demon Court.

Taiyi inviting him to join the Demon Court was merely borrowing his influence.

Regarding the fortune shrouding his body, Kunpeng dared not use it rashly, nor did he want to.

The more he enjoyed it, the tighter his connection to the Demon Court became, and the easier it would be to sink deep into the Great Calamity.

It was just that with fortune clinging to him, no matter how he tried to avoid it, he could not hope to stay out of it; he needed to prepare in advance.

Flying out of the Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng looked up at the firmament and shouted aloud: "I am Kunpeng. Sensing that the ten thousand races of the Primordial World have no script for communication and no Cultivation Method, I hereby create three thousand Demon Script to allow the Demon Race to have a written heritage, to record the laws and discipline of the Demon Race, and to write the history of the Demon Race. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

As the words fell, a brilliant silver light suddenly erupted from Kunpeng's body, and a massive divine bird could be vaguely seen floating in the air.

The divine bird spread its wings, and three thousand mysterious yellow characters flew out from within its feathers, lining up one by one in the sky.

Hum! The world trembled slightly, auspicious clouds shrouded the firmament, celestial music played, and a large mass of golden merit descended.

A portion fell upon the three thousand Demon Script in the air, while the rest poured entirely into Kunpeng's body.

A powerful aura surged up, and with this, Kunpeng successfully broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak.

The three thousand Demon Script in the air also trembled in unison, turning into thousands of rays of rosy light that escaped into the Primordial World.

In an instant, the three thousand Demon Script appeared in the minds of countless living beings, accompanied by a Cultivation Method that led directly to the Great Luo realm.

And in the minds of all those many members of the Demon Race, the figure of Kunpeng outside the Demon Master Palace in the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Demon Court appeared.

Kunpeng's merit was profound; by spreading the Demon Script, he had the merit of enlightening all Demons, and he was worthy of the name Demon Master of the Demon Court. The ten thousand races of the Primordial World were all endlessly grateful.

Kunpeng withdrew his gaze, feeling the vast amount of merit still shrouding his body, and a flash of joy crossed his face.

Merit! Far more merit than he had imagined! To be of benefit to the heavens and earth and receive the rewards of the heavens and earth—it could not only be used for cultivation, but also to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.

If one were to kill rashly, one would inevitably be entangled in karma, and a great killing calamity would descend.

With this merit to protect his body, as long as he did not wantonly create slaughter during the Great Calamity, he should be free from worry.

Originally, he had planned to return to Beiming to use it to revitalize the Phoenix Clan, but the Demon Court had taken a huge advantage.

"Hahaha, good, good, good! Truly worthy of being the Demon Master of the Demon Court!" A hearty laugh came from afar, and Di Jun led Fuxi and the others as they slowly appeared.

Every face was filled with astonishment and deep joy.

Feeling the suddenly surging fortune of the Demon Court, Di Jun was truly excited.

Subduing Kunpeng was merely to establish influence; he had not expected such an unexpected harvest. He was truly worthy of being a Phoenix Prince.

Thinking this, Di Jun's gaze turned to Fuxi beside him; this was all thanks to the other's suggestion. If they had been a step late, and waited until Kunpeng had created the Demon Script before going to subdue him, how could the Demon Court have obtained such thick fortune?

"The Demon Court is destined by heaven; this is the good fortune of the Demon Emperor!" Fuxi cupped his hands, his expression relaxed.

All of this was merely his Divination Art at work.

Fuxi was still very confident in his own divine ability, but he couldn't help but think of what Tian Yuan had said—had he ever divined for himself?

Di Jun very much appreciated this calmness of Fuxi's. Taking a wide stride forward, he said solemnly: "The Demon Master has enlightened all Demons and benefited the ten thousand races of the Primordial World; this calls for a celebration!"

After he spoke, many female demons behind him brought over countless spiritual fruits and heavenly treasures.

Kunpeng didn't even look at them, responding indifferently: "Kunpeng thanks the Demon Emperor!"

As for Fuxi on the side, he didn't even pay him any mind.

After arriving at the Demon Court, Kunpeng only then realized that Taiyi subduing him was entirely following Fuxi's suggestion.

Dragged into this whirlpool for no reason, how could Kunpeng have even the slightest bit of good feeling toward Fuxi?

As for the other Demon Saints, they couldn't catch his eye.

Fuxi didn't mind; everything he did was for the Demon Court, and instead, he took the initiative to speak: "The Demon Master's actions have immeasurable merit; the ten thousand races of the Primordial World shall keep it in their hearts!"

As one of the four Emperors of the Demon Court, Fuxi could naturally clearly feel the changes in the Demon Court's fortune.

Kunpeng's creation of the Demon Script could be said to have doubled the Demon Court's fortune.

This meant their cultivation would become simpler, and more Great Demons would come to join them in the future; the Demon Court's unification of the Primordial World was just around the corner. "Emperor Xi is too kind." Kunpeng nodded, still appearing very cold.

Sensing the anger in Kunpeng's heart, Di Jun hurriedly stepped forward and smiled: "The Demon Master has blessed the heavens and earth; this is an unprecedented achievement. We should prepare a banquet to celebrate!"

Kunpeng's strength was not weak, and he was one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace; Di Jun naturally would not ignore the other's feelings.

His second brother, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, was arrogant and cold, and did not like to talk, but he was different.

He made almost all the decisions for the Demon Court's affairs, while Taiyi spent most of his time in the Sun Palace in quiet cultivation and rarely moved about the Demon Court, so it was naturally up to him to look after the other's emotions.

After speaking, not waiting for Kunpeng to react, he pulled him and walked outside.

Kunpeng felt helpless, but could only follow behind.

On Mount Buzhou, the quietly cultivating Tian Yuan slowly opened his eyes, looking with slight envy at the large mass of merit falling from the firmament.

In the Primordial World, merit was a panacea-like thing.

He had dredged and purified so many Branch Veins, yet he hadn't gained the slightest bit of merit.

As the rosy light flashed, three thousand Demon Script faintly floated before him, each one radiating a lively aura.

"No wonder, no wonder! This Kunpeng is truly extraordinary!"

Tian Yuan muttered to himself; he had thought about creating a script earlier, but it was completely useless.

So it turns out these three thousand Demon Script are innate characters; how could an ordinary person create them? Kunpeng indeed possesses great fortune.

Speaking of the many innate mighty figures of the Primordial World, Tian Yuan actually quite admires Kunpeng.

Through the Dragon-Han Calamity and the Witch-Demon Calamity, he repeatedly threw himself into the calamities, and never in an ordinary capacity, yet he was able to retreat unscathed every time; he truly has Great Fortune.

Regardless of cultivation level or Dao attainment, only by surviving can one have everything.

Unlike a certain fellow hiding in the Sea of Blood, who refined four hundred eighty million Blood God Child clones.

His companion spirit treasures, the Yuantu and Abi swords, kill without incurring karma, and he wished to prove the Dao through slaughter, yet he shrank in the Sea of Blood his entire life, and in the end, was even bullied to his own doorstep by a Ksitigarbha.

His gaze swept past, the three thousand Demon Script dimmed, and Tian Yuan closed his eyes to continue cultivating the Law of Force.

(End of this chapter)