Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

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Deep longing and helplessness were revealed in the Xuan Turtle's eyes, which were as large as the sun and moon.

It wanted to take human form and roam freely between heaven and earth like the Kunpeng, but its body was too huge and had long been integrated with the earth veins of Beiming Guixu. In fact, it could be said that it was a part of Beiming itself.

The only way is to abandon this innate divine and demonic body, take the primordial spirit into reincarnation, and be reborn into a new body.

However, at this time, Houtu had not yet been reincarnated, the Six Paths of Reincarnation had not been established, and there was no concept of "reincarnation" in the primordial world.

When one dies, one's Dao vanishes; who would dare gamble with their own foundation of the Great Dao?

Seeing the despair in the Xuan Turtle's eyes, Kunpeng's heart stirred slightly.

He knew the value of this future "pillar of heaven". If he could completely bind him to his chariot, he would have an extra trump card to save his life when the great calamity came.

"Fellow Daoist, do not worry." Kunpeng's expression was solemn, and Daoist energy flowed around him. "Although there is no reincarnation, as the Lord of the Northern Underworld, I, Kunpeng, will not sit idly by."

"Today, I swear by my Dao heart: in the future, I will surely find a way to help my fellow Daoists break free from the shackles of the physical body and manifest a human form!"

"If I break this oath, may my Dao fruit shatter and I fall into eternal chaos!"

In fact, this oath of Dao heart is not a great constraint for Kunpeng, since Kunpeng's Dao heart is essentially nonexistent; for him, being able to lie down and relax is enough.

All the current struggles are for a better future.

Grand vows, accompanied by the power of cause and effect, reverberated in the void.

The Xuan Turtle sensed the sincerity and the binding force of the Great Dao emanating from the depths of its soul. Its massive head slowly lowered, emitting a deep, rumbling sound: "Good... I... believe in you."

……

Time flies, and the vast wilderness forgets the years.

Just as Kunpeng had settled the Xuan Turtle and continued his secluded cultivation in the Northern Sea, the entire prehistoric world suddenly trembled.

The once calm, black waters of the Northern Sea suddenly began to boil without warning. Gale-force winds howled, whipping up towering waves, and lightning bolts darted wildly through the clouds, as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse.

Above the heavens, the calamity clouds poured down like ink, instantly obscuring the sun, moon, and stars.

Those were no ordinary dark clouds, but rather an extremely concentrated will of Heaven. Purple lightning tore through the sky, each bolt containing the dual laws of destruction and rebirth.

At the summit of Guixu, Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering.

The golden book in his arms—containing the "primordial script" he had painstakingly developed over three thousand years—was buzzing loudly.

The pages unfolded on their own, and ancient, vigorous characters flew out from them.

They are no longer static symbols, but have transformed into dazzling stars, suspended in the sky, reflecting the primordial landscape and depicting the birth, death, flourishing, and decay of all things.

"Countless lives have learned calligraphy and the Way, passing the torch from generation to generation, until this very moment!"

The Kunpeng looked up at the sky, its eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He knew that this was the final test, and also the opportunity for his writing to be recognized by heaven and earth.

"Boom—!"

The first bolt of chaotic divine lightning struck down, aiming directly at Kunpeng's brow.

The thunder dragon roared ferociously, causing the void to collapse inch by inch wherever it passed. The cold tide of the Ruins of Return surged back, attempting to drown out this heaven-defying act.

"Well done!"

With a long roar, the Kunpeng caused the Pure White Lotus beneath its feet to suddenly bloom.

The twelve lotus petals, layered upon each other, radiated a holy and inviolable brilliance, forcefully blocking the world-destroying lightning tribulation from its path.

"In the past, I, Kunpeng, created three thousand characters, not for the selfishness of my own race, but to educate all living beings in the primordial world and spread the seeds of civilization! Now, with the resonance of all living beings and the calamity descending upon heaven and earth, it is the time when writing is recognized by heaven and earth!"

His voice resounded throughout the heavens through the great formation, making it clearly audible to the powerful beings of the primordial world who were observing.

On Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones were gathered together discussing the Dao.

The Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerable frowned, gazing at the golden dragon of destiny soaring into the sky in the direction of the Northern Sea. He sneered, "This Kunpeng, usually so lazy, I never expected it would actually cause such a commotion. The Dao of Writing can actually trigger such a celestial phenomenon?"

Inside the Sun God Palace, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi observed this scene through the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Donghuang Taiyi's face was gloomy, his eyes filled with apprehension and disgust: "This Kunpeng is just playing tricks again!"

"They're just a bunch of ants learning a few symbols; do they even deserve to call it 'education'? It's utterly ridiculous!"

However, just as the masses were filled with doubt or disdain, the winds and clouds above the heavens suddenly changed.

The originally pitch-black tribulation clouds suddenly tore open a large hole, and a vast expanse of purple energy, stretching for ninety thousand miles, surged in like a rushing river, pouring into the Northern Sea.

Golden light filled the sky, and boundless spiritual energy surged down like a waterfall, causing flowers to fall from the sky, golden lotuses to spring from the ground, and the air to be filled with the fragrance of orchids and magnolias, with auspicious omens everywhere.

At that moment, Kunpeng appeared solemn and majestic, with a towering Dharma image faintly emerging behind him, as if he had ascended to immortality and transcended the mortal world.

Most alarmingly, a colossal pattern slowly coalesced within the divine light that filled the sky above the Northern Sea.

The intricate patterns, yet exuding a profound simplicity, formed an ancient seal script character – “天” (heaven)!

Once this symbol appeared, the ignorant beasts and birds of the primordial wilderness gave birth to intelligent plants.

I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.

I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.

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I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.

Once this symbol appeared, the ignorant beasts and birds of the primordial wilderness gave birth to intelligent plants.

I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.

I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.

I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.

Once this symbol appeared, the ignorant beasts and birds of the primordial wilderness gave birth to intelligent plants.

I instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, as if some kind of restriction etched deep in my soul had been broken.

Over the years, symbols called "writing" have quietly spread throughout the primordial world. They record the cultivation methods from innate beings to immortal golden immortals, and analyze the principles of the Five Elements, subtly changing the fate of countless beings.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was sitting upright on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he was on the verge of achieving Dao, his face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

He looked at the character "天" (heaven) floating above the Northern Sea, his pupils slightly contracting.

As the being closest to the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun understood better than anyone else what this meant.

"The appearance of writing dispels ignorance. This is not merely the creation of characters; it is the usurpation of the right to interpret the Way of Heaven!"

Hongjun's heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had originally thought that Kunpeng had merely created a script used by the demon race, but he hadn't expected that Kunpeng was so shrewd and ambitious!

He did not define this script as the script of a particular ethnic group, but rather elevated it to a "primordial universal script"!

In this way, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or a rogue cultivator or a creature born after death, as long as they want to cultivate and pass on their knowledge, they cannot bypass this writing system.

In the future, all races of the primordial world will owe Kunpeng a debt of gratitude and will all follow Kunpeng's path!

"A variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time..."

Hongjun gently calculated with his fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in disarray. "The emergence of writing will greatly accelerate the evolution of all living beings in the primordial world, and even the future human race will benefit from it."

"This small change is enough to trigger a butterfly effect and completely change the course of the great calamity."

Unfortunately, Kunpeng occupied one of the six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun felt that he had been too hasty in setting up six positions to determine the saints.