Chapter 407: The Heavenly Master Seeks the Dao, the Taiwei Assembly Reopens!

【Sigh, how could any primordial divine being be simple?】

Taiyi sighed inwardly.

He knew that persuading the Queen Mother of the Jade Pond to willingly assume the position of “Sect Master” would be harder than getting her to voluntarily relinquish control of Mount Kunlun.

Thus, Taiyi ceased pressing the matter.

Next, he exchanged “friendly and constructive” pleasantries with the Queen Mother.

He subtly hinted that the thrones of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the future divine race remained vacant, inviting all virtuous and capable beings to actively vie for them.

Then, Taiyi took his leave.

On his way back to the Heavenly Court, he seriously considered the possibility of retrieving the Eastern Emperor.

【To cooperate with the Eastern Emperor, two matters must be addressed: reviving him, and confirming he truly wishes to cooperate—otherwise, all effort would be wasted.】

The Eastern Emperor perished at the hands of the Mo Sect’s Master, the Void Emperor Daojun, during the Battle of Buzhou Mountain.

Yet, undeniably, he was a man of great talent and vision, diligent in his role as Immortal Emperor, making him a viable candidate for Sect Master or one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

“It seems I must convene a Taiwei Assembly—first, seek help from Jingyao, and see if we can retrieve the Eastern Emperor.”

After much deliberation, Taiyi decided to rescue the Eastern Emperor.

He did not go to Taishang Laojun.

After all, retrieving souls was a specialty of all the Taiwei gods.

“Besides, who’s more reliable than our Taiwei’s Purple Qi Jingyao Supreme Lord?”

Of course, Taiyi also knew that the position of “Sect Master” would not be settled anytime soon.

The urgent priority was to steadily advance the grand project of unifying the post-heavenly script.

After all, this was the supreme undertaking that would truly benefit all sentient beings, forge consensus, and lay a solid foundation for the “Divine Sect” and the “Divine Race.”

On the other side, Kunpeng, whom he had entrusted with the task of unifying the post-heavenly script, had already acted with decisive energy.

Kunpeng understood that this matter concerned not only the Heavenly Emperor’s trust and commission, but also a monumental achievement worthy of eternal glory and boundless merit.

If he succeeded brilliantly, his future status within the Heavenly Court and his prestige across the entire Honghuang Wanjie would soar beyond measure.

【At that time, my title of “Heavenly Master” will truly live up to its name!】

【Will my Peng-flavor barbecue stall still lack customers?】

【Hmph, just wait—I will regain everything I lost, doubled and returned to my arms!】

As the chief trainer for Heavenly Soldiers and newly elevated Immortals, and the instructor for Dao cultivation basics, Kunpeng had advanced far in the art of teaching the Dao.

If he succeeded in unifying the post-heavenly script, he would surely make further progress on the Dao.

“If I can unify the post-heavenly script and make all generations use the characters I create, could I attain sainthood through the Way of Writing, break through Taiyi Da Luo, and become a Hunyuan Sect Master?”

Thinking of this, Kunpeng’s eyes grew brighter.

Without the slightest hesitation or slackness, he immediately shouldered the heavy “burden of character creation” and embarked on his long, arduous “journey of script unification and genesis.”

First, Kunpeng fully leveraged his position as a core member of the Heavenly Dao Committee and the special authority granted by the Heavenly Emperor to review numerous treasures stored within the Taiwei Heavenly Court.

These were detailed records and evolutionary histories of all post-heavenly scripts created and used across every era, race, and civilization since the opening of heaven and earth.

These materials were as vast as the ocean, wildly diverse.

Some scripts had vanished with the extinction of their races; others, too obscure and difficult, survived only in tiny circles; still others had sparked bloody wars due to conflicting Dao principles they carried.

Kunpeng locked himself inside the Heavenly Court’s “Ten Thousand Scripts Pavilion,” sleepless and tireless, manifesting countless avatars, expending immense effort, until he had preliminarily organized, categorized, and analyzed these precious script records, gaining a clearer understanding of the current state and core issues of post-heavenly scripts across the Honghuang universe.

Next, Kunpeng did not rush to “lock himself away and invent” a completely new unified script.

He understood that the creation and evolution of script was never an overnight endeavor.

It must be deeply rooted in the soil of the civilization and sentient beings it served, capable of accurately carrying their unique Dao principles and cultural essence.

Otherwise, it would become water without a source, a tree without roots, unable to endure.

Thus, Kunpeng made a crucial decision—he would personally travel throughout the Honghuang Zhenjie, journeying through the Zhu Tian Wanjie!

Only by immersing himself in every race and Dao lineage with unique cultural heritage, observing their linguistic habits, studying their script structures, comprehending their Dao essence, and experiencing their cultural customs.

He would become the most devout scholar, listening to every race’s voice, understanding every civilization’s needs, respecting the history and emotion carried by every script.

Thus, after thoroughly reporting his plan to the Heavenly Emperor Taiyi and receiving the Emperor’s full support and corresponding authorization,

Kunpeng transformed into an unremarkable streak of light and quietly departed the majestic Taiwei Heavenly Court, beginning his long, uncertain “Journey of Script Exploration Across the Zhu Tian Wanjie.”

He first arrived in the eastern Honghuang, the vast waters ruled by the Dragon Clan.

He disguised himself as a wandering cultivator, visiting the Four Seas’ Dragon Palaces and engaging in all-night discussions with the learned Dragon elders, deeply studying the rigorous, majestic, and water-elemental Dao-imbued “Dragon Script.”

He personally experienced the hardship and joy of Dragon disciples learning “Dragon Script,” and felt its vital role in preserving Dragon bloodline heritage and cultural identity.

Then, Kunpeng traveled southward into the Honghuang.

There, he had the honor of listening to Phoenix elders chant the ancient “Phoenix Seal,” filled with the meaning of rebirth and eternal flame, feeling the pride and resilience rooted deep in their bloodline.

He also observed young Phoenix chicks learning “Phoenix Seal”—each stroke seemed to pulse with the rhythm of fire and the song of life, leaving him awestruck.

Next, he journeyed to the western extreme and visited Baihu Shenjun.

Together, they discussed the “Qilin Jade Script,” rich with virtue, harmony, and auspiciousness.

He comprehended the profound Dao principle of balancing all things and harmonizing the Five Elements within it.

Beyond these three primordial clans, Kunpeng’s footsteps reached every corner of the Honghuang world.

He had visited the profound and mysterious Jiuyou Underworld, studying the “Yinming Ghost Script” that recorded the mysteries of life, death, and karma with the Ten Yama Kings.

He had also traveled to the Demon Realm, drinking with the Celestial Demon Kings and exploring the mysteries of demonic script.

“Heavenly Master, let me tell you—our demonic script isn’t the only one. You should visit these few great universes.”

At the banquet, the eldest disciple of the Chan Sect’s outer gate, Fu Zhu, and the second disciple, Meng Huai, mysteriously gave Kunpeng several coordinates.

They said: “These coordinates are from our travels across the Zhu Tian Wanjie.”

“Their demonic scripts are classic examples of script carrying Dao—similar in essence to our true realm’s arrays.”

“Heavenly Master, if you’re interested, go take a look.”

“Is that so?” Kunpeng carefully noted the coordinates.

Fu Zhu warned: “Heavenly Master, be cautious of the heretical Heavenly Sovereigns.”

“Some are connected to the Chaos Demon Gods—don’t fall into their traps.”

As he spoke, Fu Zhu wore a look of painful remembrance.

Clearly, he had suffered before.

“I’ll be careful.”

Kunpeng stayed in the Demon Realm for a long time, exchanging valuable information with the Demon Kings.

After all, since the Demon Calamity emerged, the Demon Kings had always been examiners for seekers of the Dao across the Zhu Tian Wanjie, possessing comprehensive knowledge of the cosmos.

Traveling the Honghuang Zhenjie was necessary, but Kunpeng never forgot the broader, more complex Zhu Tian Wanjie.

One day, Kunpeng’s figure quietly descended into a vast universe known as the “Xuanyun Great World.”

This realm was rich in immortal qi, flourishing in Dao arts, its myriad stars scattered like jewels, with countless civilizations of varying sizes spread across its star domains, presenting a vibrant, flourishing scene.

Kunpeng transformed into a scholarly Daoist, elegant in bearing and deep in gaze, strolling through the most prosperous immortal city of this realm: “Tongming City.”

He leisurely admired the architecture and artifacts unique to the Xuanyun Great World lining the streets, while carefully listening to the conversations of passing sentient beings.

Just as he reached a towering pavilion bearing the sign “Ten Thousand Dao Knowledge Hall,”

Suddenly, a synchronized, chilling sound of armor clashing came from the void behind him.

Kunpeng’s brow twitched imperceptibly; he did not turn, but his divine sense spread like a tide, instantly comprehending the situation behind him.

A squad of roughly a hundred Heavenly Soldiers and Generals flew through the air, patrolling above Tongming City.

The leader stood out particularly.

His face was red, his beard thick, clad in golden armor and red robe, three eyes glaring, left hand holding a Wind-Fire Wheel, right hand raising a steel whip—his appearance was extraordinarily heroic.

This Heavenly General was Wang Lingguan of the Jade Pivot Fire Mansion!

“The Heavenly Dao Mirror detected anomalies—indicating an outsider deity entered the realm—yet no trace of qi was found?”

Wang Lingguan led his troops, meticulously carrying out their patrol duties.

He pulled out a divine mirror—a heavenly artifact issued by the Heavenly Court.

When Xiang Xuanqing served as Heavenly Emperor, he mass-produced low-tier replicas of the Heavenly Dao Mirrors to monitor the myriad realms.

The one in Wang Lingguan’s hands was a Great World Heavenly Dao Mirror.

Now, using the mirror’s power, his central third eye snapped open, its gaze like lightning sweeping across the city below.

Finally, after Kunpeng deliberately leaked a trace of his qi, he located the anomaly’s source.

“Hm? This figure seems oddly familiar?”

Wang Lingguan saw a plain-looking, yet strangely familiar, dark-robed Daoist.

He carefully sensed for a moment—the familiar aura grew clearer, and more alarming!

The next instant, Wang Lingguan abandoned his patrol duties entirely.

He plummeted from the clouds like lightning, arriving several zhang behind the dark-robed Daoist, clasping his fists and calling out: “Your humble servant Wang Shan, pays homage to the Heavenly Master!”

“Your humble servant failed to welcome the Heavenly Master’s arrival in the Xuanyun Great World!”

Kunpeng slowly turned, gazing at the imposing Heavenly General who bowed so deeply before him; in his deep eyes flickered a trace of memory and an almost imperceptible smile.

He sized up Wang Lingguan, his tone laced with teasing: “Oh? So it’s Wang Shan. Long time no see—you’ve grown even more imposing, brimming with martial aura.”

“Had it not been for your three eyes, I might not have recognized you.”

Then, as if remembering something, he continued: “Let me think… you’re from the 47th cohort of the Taiwei Heavenly Court’s ‘Heavenly General Reserve Elite Training Program,’ aren’t you?”

“If I recall correctly, I personally oversaw your graduation exam back then.”

“Yes! Yes!” Wang Lingguan’s face lit up with a radiant smile; he nodded eagerly, his voice trembling with excitement.

“Master Tianshi truly still recognizes this general! This general… this general is truly honored!”

After all, Master Tianshi Kunpeng held an extremely high status in the hearts of all Heavenly Soldiers and Officers of the Taiwei Heavenly Court.

After all, he was their chief instructor!

Although Master Tianshi usually appeared stern and unsmiling, and enforced military discipline with extreme strictness.

But every Heavenly Soldier and Officer who had undergone his training knew that Master Tianshi was, in truth, a true leader who genuinely cared for his subordinates and cherished his comrades.

He never hesitated to guide and uplift promising disciples who worked hard; for soldiers who erred but sincerely repented, he always offered them a chance to reform and start anew.

One could say that at least half of all Heavenly Soldiers and Officers in the Taiwei Heavenly Court had, directly or indirectly, received Master Tianshi Kunpeng’s teachings and favors, and held deep, heartfelt reverence and affection for him.

Kunpeng, watching Wang Lingguan’s ecstatic expression, couldn’t help but smile slightly, then continued teasing:

“Of course I recognize you. Your master, Master Xu Jing, told me your story—Master Xu Jing went to great lengths to take you as his disciple!”

Wang Lingguan and his master, Master Xu Jing, both hailed from a great thousand-world within the Immortal Dao realm.

Wang Shan’s original name was Wang E, and he had done many foolish things.

Later, he was subdued by Master Xu Jing, turned from evil to good, and ascended to the True Realm with his master.

Afterwards, Master Xu Jing completed his meritorious deeds and, together with his disciple Wang Shan, ascended to the Honghuang True Realm. Master Xu Jing chose to enter the Kunlun Academy of the Xuanmen Chan Sect for further study, hoping to advance further on the Dao.

Wang Shan, however, due to his still fiery and combative nature, chose to join the Taiwei Heavenly Court for internship.

“Cough, cough… Master Tianshi! Master Tianshi! Those are all long-forgotten past misdeeds—please don’t bring them up!”

Wang Lingguan heard Kunpeng reveal his “old secrets” right in front of so many of his subordinates.

His originally flushed face instantly turned as red as a monkey’s buttocks, his expression utterly embarrassed, wishing he could vanish into a crack in the ground.

The fire palace Heavenly Soldiers behind him, seeing this, all struggled to suppress their laughter, casting glances toward Wang Lingguan, their eyes brimming with unmistakable gossiping fire.

【Holy Heavenly Emperor above! So our boss once had an unknown “glorious past”?】

【Wow, who would’ve thought! Our boss always looks so upright and imposing—turns out he was once a student with a story!】

【Hehe, I wonder if there’s any related data about this on the StarNet.】

Instantly, the Heavenly Soldiers’ gossiping hearts burned fiercely.

Had it not been for Chief Instructor Master Tianshi Kunpeng standing right there, they would surely have already pulled out their StarNet terminals to dig up every last “black material” and “secret anecdote” about their boss, Wang Lingguan!

Kunpeng, seeing Wang Lingguan’s utter embarrassment, as if he wished to vanish on the spot, secretly chuckled.

He knew the moment was right, so he stopped teasing him.

Since there was nothing urgent today anyway, he decided to casually chat with Wang Lingguan and his soldiers along the streets of Tongming City, taking the opportunity to observe “public sentiment” and understand the daily lives of frontline Heavenly Soldiers.

“How long has your squad been stationed in this Xuan Yun Great World?” Kunpeng asked casually.

Wang Lingguan quickly composed himself and replied respectfully: “Your Majesty, if measured by Honghuang True Realm time, we have been stationed in this world for exactly five hundred years.”

“For these five hundred years, we have remained diligent and never dared to slack off.”

“Myself and my brothers have divided our essences into countless projections, tasked with patrolling every corner of this Xuan Yun Great Universe.”

“We have also projected our divine awareness into its subordinate myriad middle-worlds and small-worlds, upholding the Heavenly Court’s laws, slaying evil and quelling wickedness, aiding the desperate and relieving the suffering, punishing evil and rewarding good, ensuring the peace and prosperity of all beings in this world and the smooth propagation of the Dao!”

Kunpeng nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.

He was quite satisfied with the loyal, diligent, and pragmatic attitude of Wang Lingguan and his Heavenly Soldiers.

This also strengthened his confidence in the Taiyi Heavenly Emperor’s two major reforms: “unifying the post-heaven script” and “establishing a divine religion.”

After all, any grand blueprint ultimately requires countless frontline implementers like Wang Lingguan to step by step turn it into reality.

These Heavenly Soldiers and Officers are undoubtedly among the most solid and vital forces for implementing these two reforms in the future.

Departing the Xuan Yun Great World.

Kunpeng, relying on the authority granted by the Heavenly Dao Committee and his Luo Xian supremacy, at a single thought, generated countless versions of himself across myriad worlds.

“We Xian Immortals walk the path of proving the Dao through power.”

“Using great power to penetrate the three temporal realms—that is ‘power’; using great perseverance to traverse the myriad heavens—isn’t that also ‘power’?”

“Even when I carry the Dao through writing and return victorious, I may yet demonstrate the power of the Literary Dao!”

“Hahaha!!”

In the river of time and space, the Kun fish swam through different tributaries, the Peng bird soared across countless worlds.

Kunpeng’s transformation transformed the ancient Literary Dao.

“When I first appointed him as Master Tianshi, I did not choose wrongly!”

On the ferryboat of passage, the 【Ferryman】 wore white robes, drifting through countless worlds.

He witnessed Kunpeng’s footsteps.

Kunpeng traveled to one after another great, middle, and small world of varying levels and civilizational forms.

In civilizations dominated by technology, he saw “information scripts” composed of countless precise symbols and logical codes that drove the entire world’s efficient operation.

In fantasy worlds centered on magic, he encountered “magic runes” formed from mysterious glyphs and elemental sigils capable of summoning celestial forces and unleashing apocalyptic curses.

In theocratic worlds bound by faith, he studied “sacred scriptures” filled with divine and solemn energy, recording the wills of gods and sect doctrines.

Even in some primitive and unique tribal civilizations, he discovered “primitive pictographs” based on knotted ropes and pictorial symbols, brimming with simple wisdom and harmony with nature.

Kunpeng delved into countless timelines—not merely as a tourist, but as an active participant in many civilizations.

His countless different identities tirelessly absorbed all knowledge and information related to writing, language, and civilization across this boundless time and space.

During this long process, Kunpeng encountered countless difficulties and challenges.

But whenever he thought of the Heavenly Emperor’s earnest expectations.

Whenever he thought of the profound significance of the “unifying the post-heaven script” project for the entire Honghuang Universe.

Whenever he thought of the immeasurable merit and immortal renown he might gain.

Whenever he thought of his own Dao, Kunpeng immediately rallied himself, pouring renewed passion and unwavering will into this great and sacred endeavor.

Gradually, as he visited more worlds and encountered broader civilizations, his accumulated knowledge grew deeper.

In Kunpeng’s mind, the prototype of that new “unified post-heaven script” became increasingly clear and concrete.

He began attempting to find possible common patterns and intrinsic connections among seemingly unrelated writing systems.

He even boldly borrowed fragments of the secrets behind the “Chaos True Words” used by Chaos Demon Gods in the Chaos Era—

attempting to integrate them into the new script system, endowing it with greater “carrying-the-Dao” power.

This process was filled with countless trials and failures, immense hardship and challenges.

Yet Kunpeng found joy in it, relishing every moment.

For he knew he was undertaking an act that would truly reshape the future of the entire Honghuang Universe—a genuine “opening heaven and splitting earth” feat!

The pen in his hand now bore not merely strokes and structures of script, but the future and hope of all Honghuang civilization!

And while Kunpeng toiled tirelessly, traveling far and wide for the cause of “unifying the post-heaven script,”

In the Honghuang True Realm,

The supermassive online game launched by the Taiwei Heavenly Court’s official platform “StarNet”—“God of Creation”—had already reached an unprecedented peak of popularity.

Billions upon billions of Honghuang beings—whether high-level Immortal deities, novice cultivators, or even mundane beings with no interest in cultivation, only seeking entertainment and thrills—were almost universally captivated by this game.

Within the world of “God of Creation,” every player could embody a “Creator God” wielding supreme authority, personally forging a great thousand-world from primordial chaos.

They could freely set the laws and order of their world, evolve peculiar races and civilizations, and guide the beings within to experience epic histories and great calamities.

Some players delighted in creating fantasy worlds filled with immortal martial arts, sword qi crisscrossing the skies.

Others preferred constructing fantasy realms brimming with magic, dragons, knights, and elves.

Some even wildly experimented with futuristic sci-fi worlds dominated by technology, interstellar warfare, and mecha.

Or worlds saturated with eerie horror and unspeakable Cthulhu mythos.

Different worldviews, law systems, and civilizational forms collided, borrowed from, and merged within the vast “sandbox” of “God of Creation,” sparking countless astonishing innovations.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Court’s Ministry of Works skillfully embedded concepts and knowledge of the “Five Great Luo Xian Methods,” the “Eight Immortal Methods,” and even the “unified post-heaven script” into the game.

Allowing players to, through “learning through play,” subtly absorb and comprehend these profound Daoic mysteries.

One could say, the emergence of “God of Creation” not only successfully diverted public attention from the “Heavenly Emperor’s Seclusion” incident.

It also, invisibly, cultivated an unprecedented and most favorable “mass foundation” and “intellectual atmosphere” for Taiyi’s two major reforms: “unifying the post-heaven script” and “establishing a divine religion.”

A bottom-up “civilizational reform” wave, sweeping across the entire Honghuang Universe, was quietly brewing within this seemingly tranquil game and daily life…

Taiwei Yuan.

The Heavenly Emperor Taiyi summoned the Taiwei deities.

Deities including 【Jingyao Supreme】 Xuanqing, 【Jingyao Supreme】 Taishang, 【Xuyao Supreme】 Minghe, 【Taiyin Supreme】 Wangshu, and 【Zhenxing Supreme】 Zhenyuanzi all arrived.

“I have gathered you all for a great matter—a matter concerning the bright future of all Honghuang beings!”

The Heavenly Emperor Taiyi waved his hand, revealing a line of golden, primordial Dao characters as the conference’s theme:

“On Deepening the Great Unification of the Honghuang Three Realms: Post-Heaven Script and Candidates for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors”

“Post-heaven script?”

“Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?”

The Taiwei deities exchanged glances.

“I’ve followed the new StarNet game—Brother, are you launching the post-heaven script unification plan?”

【Jinyao Taibai Supreme】 Qitian asked.

After all, Taiwei Yuan had long had a related contingency plan; no calculation was needed to know Taiyi’s intent.

“Correct!” Taiyi nodded.

“As for the ‘Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors’ matter, here’s the specifics.”

Taiyi briefly explained his views on the divine religion and divine lineage.

Xuanqing feigned thoughtfulness, Taishang dozed off, and Minghe appeared to be thoroughly engrossed.

Yuan Huang looked at Taiyi with a strange expression, and unconsciously thought of Shen Ni.

“So, your first choice is Donghua Di Jun?” Xiang Xuanqing couldn’t help laughing after hearing the name.

Could Taiyi really be thinking of digging up “the dead” to fill the gap?

Who came up with this idea?

“That’s right. Could Comrade Ji Du and Comrade Jing Yao lend a hand?”

Taiyi looked hopefully at Xiang Xuanqing and Tai Shang.

In the matter of retrieving people, Xiang Xuanqing was an expert.

And for saving lives, Tai Shang’s miraculous pills were still needed.

“Of course we’ll help! Absolutely!”

At the mention of pills, Tai Shang immediately perked up, his drowsiness gone.

“It’s just saving Donghua, right? I’m a professional!” he patted his chest in assurance.

“Tell me then—what kind of Donghua Di Jun do you need?”

Taiyi was curious: “Can you customize different versions of Donghua?”

“Of course!”

Tai Shang looked at Taiyi as if it were obvious.

“Do you want to retrieve a Donghua Di Jun who refuses to cooperate, then play out a powerful conquest, staging a drama of harmonious ruler and minister?”

“That’s how all the popular novels are written these days—subdue the strong to highlight your own greatness!”

“No, no, let’s stick to something serious,” Taiyi shook his head.

Because Tianfei Yinglong was a devoted reader of a certain immortal, Taiyi had also had the privilege of reading the current popular novels.

Compared to them, he even found the gods of Taiwei quite respectable.

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