The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 202 - 148 Kunpeng, Demon Text

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Off the coast of South Sea Bamboo Island, a figure in a black robe with a stern face, Kunpeng, was tentatively touching the array outside the island. This is after all the abode of the Heavenly Emperor, he dared not trespass recklessly.

Ever since the first Witch Demon War, Kunpeng deeply felt the inadequacy of his cultivation levels. Although he had advanced to the Early Quasi-Saint stage by establishing his status as a Demon Master, for nearly a thousand years, he has not made any progress, which greatly troubled Kunpeng.

Now, as the Witch and Demon Clans had occasional conflicts, if he encountered any Ancestor Witch from the Witch Tribe at this critical moment, given their explosive temper and abnormal strength, they might simply annihilate him without a second word. To think that his billions of years of hard cultivation would be for naught, how tragic that would be!

Yet a few years ago, the downfall of the Divine Bird Hall’s Nine Youths brought good news to Kunpeng. The Northern Emperor Li Qingming, who had disappeared for a thousand years, actually reappeared on the Primordial Land. Why not seek guidance from Li Qingming? After all, he was a fierce Demon on par with Zhunti!

Therefore, the scene from just a moment ago took place outside Ten Thousand Bamboo Island.

"Hahaha, a Demon Master has come to visit. I did not come out to meet you, Fellow Daoist, I hope you’ll forgive me for this!" Li Qingming laughed heartily, followed by the seemingly simple and honest Xiong Da.

"How dare I! It’s just that I have a request to make. How could I trouble Your Majesty to personally receive me?" Kunpeng hurried to bow and perform his respects.

"Fellow Daoist’s words are too polite! Come, let’s talk inside the island!" Li Qingming helped Kunpeng up and led him towards the Ten Thousand Bamboo Hall at the center of the island.

Thinking of the Northern Abyss, a land of bitter cold, he, the Netherworld River, had never seen such beautiful scenery.

Along the way, dense spiritual energy drifted around, countless spiritual beasts were frolicking. Sunlight refracted from the sky above, casting warm yet not scorching beams on the playful spiritual beasts, and occasionally, a breeze joined in their fun. Flowers and trees were blooming brilliantly, the intense nature’s spiritual energy turned into fog-like droplets, resembling clouds, everything was vibrant and alive, like an Immortal Realm!

Not far away stood clusters of green bamboos and cypresses, most miraculous of all. Wanzhu Palace was interspersed with specks of purple, adding a touch of nobility to the entire bamboo forest.

"Your Majesty, this place really is a Holy Land for cultivation!" Kunpeng settled down in the Wanzhu Palace, his expression full of envy.

Li Qingming smiled and said, "Hehe, Fellow Daoist, what brings you on this journey?"

Kunpeng’s face suddenly turned red, and he said, "Your Majesty is wise! Although I am a Demon Master of the Demon Race, I have never been able to relieve the worries of Your Majesties, which indeed is Kunpeng’s fault! After the first Witch Demon War, I deeply felt my cultivation was insufficient, intending to meditate and break through this realm. However, a thousand years have passed, and not only has my cultivation not advanced one bit, but even my mindset has become impatient. Earlier, from Nine Youths, I heard that Your Majesty had returned to the Primordial Land. I specially came to ask for Your Majesty’s guidance!"

Li Qingming slightly frowned upon hearing these words and said, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what in this Primordial Heaven and Earth can enhance mana and break through realms?"

Kunpeng was startled and thought: "Isn’t this obvious?" But since he was asking for help, it wasn’t good to show impatience, so he patiently replied, "Naturally, it would be Immortal Fruits, Immortal Herbs, spiritual elixirs."

Li Qingming slowly shook his head, not speaking.

Kunpeng furrowed his brows, pondered for a long while, and asked, "Is it about solving puzzles through learning?"

Li Qingming shook his head again, looking at Kunpeng and softly said, "Merit."

Kunpeng’s eyes brightened, and he clapped his hands, "That’s it!"

Seeing Kunpeng have an epiphany, Li Qingming slowly said, "Lady Nuwa created humans, gaining immense Merit, and became a Saint instantly! Those like Jieyin and Zhunti even established teachings and made great vows to steal the Merit of the Heavenly Dao, thereby becoming Saints. If Fellow Daoist wishes to break through the realm in a short time, only by obtaining great amounts of Merit can you achieve your wish!"

"But where in this Heaven and Earth can one obtain so much Merit?" Kunpeng’s expression was full of sorrow and lacked the joy of finding a breakthrough method.

"Fellow Daoist is a Demon Master of the Demon Race; you should hold the responsibility of instructing and cultivating our race!" Li Qingming saw Kunpeng’s gloomy expression and continued, this topic seemingly unrelated to breaking through cultivation realms.

"Fellow Daoist, I understand as well! After some days, I will open a forum for preaching and explain the path of Cultivation to our Demon Race’s youths!" Caught up in the thought of gaining Merit, Kunpeng paid no heed to what Li Qingming was saying.

"Do you know how many of our Demon Race’s youths you will enlighten and set on the path of cultivation with a single preaching session?" Li Qingming seemed not to notice the perfunctory tone in Kunpeng’s words, and continued to ask.

Kunpeng thought to himself: "I’ve come all the way here to seek advice kindly, but you keep talking about irrelevant matters, what’s the reason for this!"

With an inward annoyance, Kunpeng’s words inevitably carried a bit of harshness: "It’s not that I’m boasting, but if I were to deliver a sermon, it could indeed spread over tens of thousands of miles!"

Li Qingming took a sip of Purple Bamboo Tea and said calmly, "How vast is this Primordial Land, and how can there be anything less than hundreds of millions in my Demon Race! Could it be, fellow Daoist, that you plan to prioritize some over others, and only preach to the tens of millions of miles of Demon Race children?"

Kunpeng’s body shook violently, then his face revealed a look of wild joy. Standing up with a face full of shame, he bowed deeply and said, "Just now, Kunpeng has measured the heart of a gentleman by the yardstick of a villain. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Li Qingming gave Kunpeng a half-smiling glance and asked, "Have you realized something?"

"I seem to have grasped something!" Kunpeng forced an extremely ugly smile, nodded, and said, "Now on the Primordial Land, the methods of cultivation are either inscribed with Tao Runes, passed down through the Primordial Spirit Divine Thought, or taught verbally from one to another. However, Tao Runes are extremely difficult to comprehend, let alone for the Primordial Little Demons, even the Primordial Great Powers have a hard time inscribing them. As for Primordial Spirit Divine Thought transmission, it is mostly used among close kin. And verbal teaching is prone to loss. The only solution now is to create a new script to record the methods of cultivation, to ensure the unbroken lineage of our Demon Race!"

Li Qingming nodded and said, "The creation of this script will surely reveal all the secrets of Heaven and Earth. In time, there may be no more secrets left in the Primordial Heaven and Earth, one could say that creating a script is an offense against the Heavenly Dao, and the advent of the script will definitely invite Divine Punishment! Fellow Daoist, you must act cautiously!"

"I thank Your Majesty for your guidance," Kunpeng said excitedly. "Once I have broken through my current realm, I will visit you again! I take my leave!" Kunpeng bowed deeply and left.

Li Qingming watched Kunpeng’s retreating figure and murmured to himself, "The great era of Witches and Demons is coming!"

...

Returning to the Northern Abyss Land, Kunpeng plunged straight into the Demon Master Palace. As soon as he entered a state of void, many visions involuntarily appeared in his mind, and after seeing them, Kunpeng was overjoyed. It seemed that the Great Dao sensed that the time was right for the Demon Race script to emerge, and it was most fitting that it should come from the hands of Kunpeng, the Demon Master.

Decades passed, and following the guidance in his mind given by the Great Dao, before the end of a millennium, Kunpeng had created two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight Demon Texts. But with the full count at three thousand, having only two thousand some Demon Texts, it was impossible to pass down the Demon Race’s cultivation spells.

What exactly were those last two characters?

Indeed, these two characters were extraordinary. Even if transcribed with Tao Runes, they would become blurred – these were none other than the characters for "Great" and "Dao"!

The words "Great Dao" encompass everything and are not so easy to create.

Left without a choice, Kunpeng once again visited Ten Thousand Bamboo Island to seek an audience with Li Qingming. Perhaps knowing Kunpeng would return, Li Qingming had simply taken up residence on Ten Thousand Bamboo Island in the past decades. His four disciples and his younger brother, Li Qingquan, had also followed. Li Qingming spent his days instructing his disciples and crafting a few Acquired Spirit Treasures, living a smooth and comfortable life.

When Kunpeng arrived at Ten Thousand Bamboo Island, Li Qingming was leisurely sipping tea. He glanced at Kunpeng and asked, "Have you encountered a bottleneck, fellow Daoist?"

"Your Majesty is truly talented! Over these decades, I have dedicated myself to the creation of Demon Text, without a moment’s slack. Yet two Demon Texts remain unrevealed, and I beg your guidance!" Kunpeng humbly acknowledged, his originally gloomy face now openly candid, even carrying a hint of quiet scholarly elegance.

"Which two characters are you stuck on?" Li Qingming asked with a start and a smile.

"They are ’Great’ and ’Dao’!" Kunpeng remained bowing, not raising his head at all. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Before all things are formed, they are born from the innate. Still and vast, standing alone unchanging, revolving endlessly without wear, they can be seen as the mother of all under heaven. I do not know its name and give it the forced name of Dao, and a designation forced upon it as Great. Great is the passing, passing is the far-reaching, far-reaching is the return. Thus, the Dao is great, the Heaven is great, the Earth is great, humans are also great. There are four greats within the realm, and humans occupy one of them. Humans follow the laws of Earth, Earth follows the laws of Heaven, Heaven follows the laws of Dao, Dao follows the laws of nature." After listening, Li Qingming suddenly recalled a passage from the Tao Te Ching and recited it aloud.

Upon hearing these words, Kunpeng was struck as if by Divine Thunder, looking at the Universe, as if lightning streaked across his mind, and the boulder weighing upon his heart shattered explosively, his mind suddenly enlightened.

Despite being in someone else’s sanctuary, he flew into the Cangqiong, observing the arcs of the Kui star, scrutinizing changes in the mountains, rivers, and passes. After eighty-one days, under the curious gaze of Li Qingming’s disciples. Kunpeng, with deep eyes and his pupils flashing with numerous mystical runes, laughed heartily to the sky: "Hahaha! With the Great Dao above, today the Demon Master Kunpeng creates three thousand Demon Texts, with completion today, my Demon Race’s legacy shall be unending!"

Kunpeng’s voice was not loud, but eerily spread across the entire Primordial Land.

Then a lush bamboo joint appeared in Kunpeng’s hand, he traced through the Void, and wrote a large "Heaven" character. Kunpeng shouted loudly, "Heaven!"

Seven-colored auspicious light descended from beyond the heavens onto the "Heaven" character, which instantly magnified by dozens to hundreds of times. It rose up into the sky, its image spreading across the Primordial Land.

Whether they were Demons and beasts without spiritual intelligence or members of the Demon Race who had long achieved Immortal Dao, it seemed they innately recognized this rune. It wasn’t long before the "Heaven" character flew back to Kunpeng, shrinking to the size of a fly’s head, tumbling around Kunpeng.

Just at this moment, the Void trembled. Suddenly, the sky turned pitch black, and a purple Divine Thunder fell from the Void, striking the "Heaven" character!

"Boom!"

The tiny character burst forth with golden light that spanned ten thousand zhang, staunchly withstanding the blast of Divine Thunder!(To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to come to Qidian to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)