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

Above the Northern Sea, the heavens shattered.

The howling winds of the heavens could not drown out the terrifying roar of thunder.

Deep within the churning clouds of calamity, the original silvery-white arcs of electricity had all been extinguished, replaced by a chilling, deep purple.

That wasn't the color of ordinary lightning tribulation; it was the destructive aurora leaked out after the origin of the Great Dao was forcibly torn apart—the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning!

"Boom!"

The tribulation clouds churned like an inky sea, and a touch of purple quickly spread across the entire sky, like an open, world-destroying demonic eye, coldly watching the ant below undergoing its tribulation.

At this moment, Kunpeng hovered in the void, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His original lazy and carefree expression had completely disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

Above his head, a book radiating brilliant golden light slowly rotated, and as the pages turned, three thousand ancient and vigorous characters shone like stars.

This is the "three thousand characters" he created by spending countless efforts and comprehending the trajectory of heaven and earth.

Once this final tribulation of lightning is overcome, the written word will take shape, enlightening all living beings, and merit will be bestowed upon them.

When the time comes, his merits will protect him, and even a saint would have to think twice before taking action against him.

However, this final lightning tribulation was too strange.

Ordinary heavenly lightning primarily destroys the physical body; but this Purple Heaven Divine Lightning targets cause and effect and one's origins!

The moment it appeared, the spacetime of Beiming Guixu suddenly froze, all things fell silent, and only that aura of annihilation was silently howling.

"Purple Heaven Divine Thunder... This is Heaven's ultimate annihilation of those who 'defy the established course'!"

Kunpeng's pupils shrank to needles, his heart filled with turmoil. "I merely created characters and spread the word, how could I have attracted such forbidden methods? Unless... someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

Aside from the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who resides high in the Zixiao Palace, who else could mobilize such power?

Could it be because of that futon? Or is it because the premature appearance of written language might affect some of Hongjun's plans?

Kunpeng's mind raced, but he had no time to think further.

Because that bolt of lightning struck.

There was no blinding light, only a purple spear shadow condensed to the extreme, wrapped in chaotic runes, ignoring the layers of defense of the Pure World White Lotus, directly piercing through the void, and accurately locking onto the golden book containing three thousand characters!

If this attack hits, the written word will crumble, and all the previous efforts to spread the written word will have been in vain.

Kunpeng will not only lose all his previous efforts, but will also suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao for going against the will of Heaven, suffering severe damage and even damaging his Dao foundation!

"What a wicked Hongjun! What an injustice in the ways of Heaven!"

Kunpeng, enraged, laughed, his eyes revealing a fierce glint.

Since you won't give me a way out, then I'll carve out a way out for myself!

"Trying to destroy my foundation? Dream on!"

Kunpeng suddenly formed hand seals with a speed as fast as a phantom.

In an instant, the vast and boundless magical power within his body surged wildly. Not only that, he even burned a portion of his life essence.

He poured the accumulated civilizational fire of countless demon beings in the Northern Sea, along with his own destiny, into that golden book.

"Words carry the Way, civilization endures! Even if Heaven forbids it, it will still open a glimmer of hope for all living beings—Give me a town!!"

A roar echoed throughout the primordial world.

The golden book suddenly unfolded, and the three thousand characters that had been floating above it seemed to come alive.

They are no longer static symbols, but have transformed into a roaring, surging golden dragon of primordial energy!

The dragon's body is composed of countless ancient seal characters for "Tao," "Li," "Fa," and "Ze," each scale shimmering with the brilliance of wisdom. The dragon's head is raised high, with a resolute determination to die, as it fiercely crashes into the Purple Heaven Divine Spear that descends from the sky!

"Swoosh—Boom!!!"

It was as if all sound had been lost in the world.

The Xuanhuang Golden Dragon and the Zixiao Divine Spear clashed fiercely at the summit of Beiming.

At the center of the collision, space did not explode, but instead formed a black hole that swallowed everything, from which even light could not escape.

At this moment, all the great beings in the primordial world felt it.

In the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in the hand of the Primordial Celestial Venerable suddenly dimmed. His brows furrowed as he gazed towards the North Sea: "This fluctuation... is it the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder? That Kunpeng can actually trigger such heavenly punishment?"

On the Sun Star, the Demon Emperor Jun, who was deducing the Hetu Luoshu, suddenly looked up, and the star orbit in front of him instantly became disordered.

His expression changed drastically: "Who on earth is capable of wielding the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder? This is Heavenly Dao Divine Thunder; even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would die upon touching it!"

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Daoist Hongjun sat cross-legged in the void, his eyes slightly closed. But when he sensed the violent tremors coming from the Northern Sea, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"He actually fed the will of all living beings back to the Heavenly Dao, forcing the Heavenly Dao to acknowledge it?!" Hongjun's eyes flickered with the laws of nature, a hint of astonishment flashing across them.

In the heart of the battlefield, the stalemate has reached a fever pitch.

The purple lightning, representing the supreme authority of Heaven, annihilated the golden dragon's body with each flash, scattering the characters like rain—a truly horrific sight. But with Kunpeng's relentless support, the scattered characters were continuously reassembled under the pull of the Northern Darkness's fortune and the will of all living beings!

Break it, rebuild it; break it again, rebuild it again!

In just a few breaths, this process was repeated tens of millions of times. With each reorganization, the golden dragon of civilization formed from the three thousand characters became more solid, even faintly revealing a tragic and desolate feeling.

Although Hongjun is powerful, he has not yet fully attained the Dao, and his ability to interfere with the Heavenly Dao is extremely limited.

This Purple Heaven Divine Thunder was his limit; it was not endless.

Gradually, the purple lightning, which was originally full of destructive power, began to resonate with the text that carried a profound cultural heritage.

Writing is the carrier of civilization and another manifestation of the human way among the three paths of heaven, earth, and humanity.

The three paths are of equal status, therefore the human path is used to counterbalance the heavenly path.

After a few breaths of stalemate—

"Buzz..."

A clear, melodious sword cry seemed to come from the end of the long river of time.

The once invincible Purple Heaven Divine Spear did not disappear, but the pure destructive intent it contained was quietly transformed under the influence of the will of all living beings.

The purest purple light from the spear tip peeled off, transforming into a shower of golden merit, which gently fell and merged into the slightly tattered golden book and the golden dragon of fortune.

The remaining raging purple lightning exploded, transforming into billions of gentle purple light rains that merged into the mountains and seas of the Northern Underworld, repairing the world damaged by the lightning tribulation.

The clouds of calamity dispersed, and the heavens became clear and bright.

Boundless golden light of merit cascaded down like a waterfall, illuminating the entire Northern Darkness as if it were a crystal world.

Kunpeng gasped for breath, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

Feeling the vast, ocean-like power of merit within his body, he knew he had won his gamble!

If all these merits were refined, it would be enough for him to ascend to the heavens in one step, break through the shackles, and achieve the quasi-saint status!

It would be difficult for any living being to resist such a temptation.

But Kunpeng is Kunpeng after all, and he is a salted fish. He looks down on cultivation levels that are improved through merit.

But it was indeed tempting. Kunpeng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to break through immediately.

"External forces are ultimately just external forces. Although Hongjun failed to outmaneuver me today, he will surely have other plans in the future. The realm that is built up through merit will eventually be taken back."

With a wave of his hand, Kunpeng gathered all the merits that filled the sky and poured them into the golden book that had already transformed into a treasure of merits.