Within one of the mountain ranges of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains lay the secluded cultivation site of Kunpeng.
Lately, he had been obsessively attempting to refine the Primordial Violet Qi, seeking guidance from the heavens, yet he consistently failed to grasp its essence.
On this day, Fuxi and Nuwa arrived. As Kunpeng sensed their approaching auras, a sharp suspicion bloomed in his heart.
What are these two siblings doing here?
Could it be that the final decisive battle between the Yao Race and the Wu Race is upon us?
"Or... do they intend to seize my Primordial Violet Qi?"
"Fuxi possesses no Violet Qi, and Nuwa, as a Disciple of the Dao Ancestor and a future Saint, might want to secure a strand for her brother. That logic holds up, does it not?"
In a mere heartbeat, Kunpeng had constructed countless paranoid scenarios. Since the battle at the Three Immortals Island, where he was repeatedly ambushed and backstabbed, his caution had evolved into a near-constant state of hyper-vigilance.
Despite his dark thoughts, he maintained appearances and walked out to receive them.
"Fellow Daoists, what business brings you to my door today?"
Kunpeng offered a formal greeting, addressing them as "Fellow Daoists" with an air of neither arrogance nor humility. Having secured a strand of the Primordial Violet Qi, he had internally elevated his status to be equal with the personal Disciples of the Dao Ancestor.
It was a phantom posture, an aura of self-importance that radiated from within.
"It is nothing major. We simply wished to seek Fellow Daoist's counsel," Fuxi said with a pleasant smile.
Counsel?
What could I possibly have to teach you?
Kunpeng's bewilderment deepened, though his face remained a calm, unreadable mask as he maintained his internal guard.
"In that case... please, step inside."
Once they were seated within the Immortal Cave, Kunpeng slowly broached the subject. "I wonder what questions you might have for me?"
"To be perfectly honest, the Dao-attainment and magic power of you two are both superior to mine. I truly cannot fathom what you would need to consult me about."
He spoke with a veneer of modesty, though in his heart, Kunpeng believed himself to be the peer of any great power—especially someone of Fuxi's level.
"It is like this: I wish to inquire about the matter of the Demon Script," Nuwa said, pausing slightly to gauge his reaction.
"The Demon Script?" Kunpeng's expression shifted. He felt an inexplicable, magnetic pull toward the term.
"Indeed, the Demon Script. I wish to hear what profound insights Fellow Daoist Kunpeng might have on the matter," Nuwa continued. She laid out the general concept of the script as Ling Xiao had described it, mentioning what was necessary and omitting the rest.
As Kunpeng listened, his eyes began to glow. For some unknown reason, a torrent of ideas began to surge within his mind.
Under the skillful flattery of Nuwa and Fuxi, Kunpeng began to speak, holding nothing back and exhausting every thought he had.
It was as if a dam had burst; his thoughts flowed like a spring, impossible to stem.
He understood the concept with a terrifying, innate clarity.
Nuwa and Fuxi's eyes brightened as they listened. They had to admit that Kunpeng's insights were profound, often striking upon realizations that cleared their own mental fog.
The technical brilliance was highly inspiring.
Nuwa, in particular, felt her understanding crystallize. She had heard Ling Xiao's conceptual framework, and now, paired with Kunpeng's technical execution, her perception of the Demon Script reached absolute clarity.
She finally knew exactly how to manifest it.
"Fellow Daoists, have my words been of any assistance?" After his long outpouring, Kunpeng finally stopped, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
He was immensely pleased with his own performance. His logic had been sound, his presentation orderly, and his flashes of inspiration had been constant. His mind felt sharper than it had in eons.
"Yes! They have been of immense help!" Nuwa nodded, her tone filled with genuine recognition. No wonder Ling Xiao had directed her to Kunpeng; his understanding of the Demon Script was indeed singular.
She hadn't expected that the usually sinister and unreliable Kunpeng would possess such staggering foresight.
Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao is truly terrifying. He even deduced that Kunpeng held the key to this!
Nuwa's admiration for Ling Xiao deepened. It felt as though nothing in the world could remain hidden from his gaze.
"If I could be of help to a Fellow Daoist, then that is for the best," Kunpeng said with a chuckle, his eyes reflecting a haughty pride.
He could see that Nuwa had been thoroughly impressed by his erudition.
He saw the glint of genuine respect in her eyes.
To put it bluntly, it was the first time in his existence that he had seen Nuwa look at him in such a way.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you have not only helped my sister; you have performed a service for the entire Yao Race."
Fuxi praised him at this moment, his own view of Kunpeng undergoing a slight, favorable shift.
"You overpraise me... Fellow Daoist, what exactly do you mean by that?" Kunpeng's smile faltered as a sudden realization began to dawn on him.
The Demon Script...
This is a script intended for the entire Yao Race?
"Nuwa intends to popularize this script across the entire race to harvest the Heavenly Dao Karma?"
Kunpeng's thoughts pivoted instantly, his self-congratulation replaced by a cold clarity. He understood the strategic intent of Nuwa and Fuxi.
He also understood the sheer magnitude of the Karma that would be generated by standardizing the language of an entire race.
"Does Fellow Daoist not yet see? This script is created precisely for the sake of our Yao Race. With it, the problem of the legacy for countless generations can finally be resolved," Fuxi said with a smile of gratitude.
To Kunpeng, however, that smile now looked like a jagged, mocking edge.
He felt as though he had been played like a common flute!
You didn't mention this was meant for the entire race earlier!
Kunpeng's heart seethed with irritation, yet his face remained still. Regarding Fuxi's praise, he merely offered a stiff smile and replied, "To be able to contribute to the Yao Race is my greatest honor."
"With the presence of Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, our Yao Race is truly blessed!" Fuxi responded with a look of pure admiration.
"Haha... you go too far, far too far." Kunpeng waved a hand, declining the praise with a smile that grew increasingly rigid. A strange light flickered in the depths of his eyes, though he kept his posture calm.
The moment you two leave, I shall be the first to proclaim the Demon Script to the world. I will spread it through the Yao Race myself, and then this Opportunity shall belong solely to me!
He had already made his plan. How could he allow such a massive Opportunity and Karma to be handed to Nuwa for free?
As long as he established the script first and reaped the Heavenly Dao Karma, he could slay his second corpse—perhaps even Attain Sainthood. In that era, the Yao Race would answer to him alone.
If Nuwa and Fuxi dared to defy him, he would suppress them with a flick of his wrist.
"Hehe... in the end, the Karma of this script shall still be mine!"
Kunpeng plotted in silence. He could feel it in his bones; this was his Opportunity, the one that would never come again.
No wonder his meditations had been fruitless lately; the heavens were waiting for this Opportunity to walk through his door.
"In that case, we shall leave Fellow Daoist to his business. We shall take our leave," Nuwa and Fuxi said, standing up with pleasant smiles.
"Farewell, farewell..." Kunpeng replied politely, his mind already racing to see them out so he could begin his own proclamation.
Nuwa and Fuxi stepped out of Kunpeng's Immortal Cave. In that exact moment, the Demon Script in Nuwa's heart reached a state of total perfection.
Without waiting a heartbeat, she raised her head. Her eyes blazed with a dazzling, prismatic brilliance, shooting divine light in all directions.
"Heavenly Dao above! I, Nuwa, having observed the hardships of the Yao Race in their pursuit of cultivation, do hereby create the Demon Script to serve as the Legacy of our path!"
Nuwa's Dao-sound was vast and majestic, echoing across every corner of the world. From the space between her eyebrows, streaks of golden light shot forth, evolving in mid-air into three thousand distinct characters of the Demon Script.
The Heavenly Dao resonated with her call. Through a divine pull, countless members of the Yao Race across the Primordial Great Earth felt an instantaneous connection. Within their minds, the three thousand characters of the Demon Script appeared, etched into their consciousness.
Immediately, the boundless Void Realm began to flow with liquid gold. A massive tide of Karma-light descended from the heavens, imbuing all things with vitality as countless auspicious phenomena manifested.
The vast majority of this massive Karma surged directly into Nuwa's form. The remainder was distributed among Fuxi, Kunpeng, the various Great Yao, and finally, the entirety of the Yao population.
In a single instant, the Luck and raw strength of the entire Yao Race began to surge in a frantic, upward spiral.