Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

The North Sea, the Northern Darkness.

A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The once desolate land, with its towering ice and azure waters, has now been completely transformed.

A continuous cluster of palaces was built on the icy plains.

Countless figures moved back and forth between the palaces.

A tiger-headed demon general led his demon soldiers in orderly steps, patrolling the four directions.

You can also see a "preaching platform" carved from a single block of Northern Dark Ice. On the platform, old demons at the Taiyi Realm often share their cultivation experiences, while thousands of little demons who have just awakened their intelligence sit around, listening with rapt attention.

This place has become the stronghold of the demon race.

The core of this demon clan's stronghold is located in a magnificent ice palace deep within the icy plains.

The main hall of the Ice Palace has a high dome, and its walls are inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall. The interior is simply furnished, with only a huge jade throne and dozens of ice chairs arranged on both sides.

At this moment, on the throne, Kunpeng was resting his forehead on one hand, dozing with his eyes closed.

He wore a dark blue demon emperor's robe, which Bai Ze, Shang Yang, and others had spent hundreds of years weaving using "Nether Sea Ice Silkworm Silk," a specialty of the Northern Sea. It was embroidered with a pattern of a Kunpeng devouring the sky and the sun.

It was gorgeous, but Kunpeng felt that the clothes were too flashy and didn't suit his salted fish persona.

Below the throne, on the left and right, stood two rows of high-ranking members of the demon race.

On the left is Bai Ze, a civil official responsible for the internal affairs, inheritance, and education of the demon race; on the right is Ji Meng, a military official responsible for conquest, defense, and training.

At this moment, a demon general with a leopard's head and a human body was kneeling on one knee, his voice filled with resentment:

"Your Majesty! That Eastern King Duke is going too far in bullying demons! If he had just stayed in the Celestial Court and enjoyed his life, that would have been one thing, but for the past thousand years, he has been constantly increasing his power and capturing my demon clan members everywhere!"

The leopard demon grew increasingly agitated as he spoke: "Last year alone, over ten thousand demons on the verge of awakening disappeared from the border of my North Sea. It was later discovered that they had all been captured by the Celestial Court! They said they were to be used as mounts, servants, and even... even alchemy materials!"

Upon hearing this, all the demons inside the hall revealed their anger.

Bai Ze stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, this matter can no longer be tolerated. The Eastern King Duke, relying on his title as the 'Head of Male Immortals,' is becoming increasingly reckless. If this continues, where will the dignity and cohesion of our demon race remain?"

All the demons turned their gazes toward the Kunpeng on the throne.

Kunpeng kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard.

"Your Majesty?" Bai Ze called out again.

Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes and yawned: "Oh... I see."

His perfunctory tone left the demons speechless.

"Surely you've stood up! We will fight to the death, why is Your Majesty delaying?"

The leopard demon cried out in alarm, "Your Majesty! We must retaliate! At the very least, we must send someone to the Celestial Court to negotiate and demand their release!"

Kunpeng rubbed his temples, looking at them with an expression of annoyance: "Stop making noise... I'm thinking about how to create demon script."

The hall fell silent instantly.

The demons looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bai Ze's eyes lit up: "Demon script? Your Majesty means... to create a script exclusively for my demon race, to record cultivation techniques, pass on civilization, and unite the people?"

Kunpeng: "...Hmm."

He was just making up an excuse to get rid of these guys who kept urging him to "get down to business".

But Bai Ze clearly didn't think so.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Bai Ze's voice trembled with excitement.

"Your Majesty is wise! Once the demon script is created, our demon race will have its own foundation of civilization!"

Techniques can be systematically passed down, history can be faithfully recorded, and government decrees can be accurately conveyed! This is a matter of great importance for generations to come!

Fuxi also stepped forward at some point. Having spent a thousand years among the demon race, he had completely regarded himself as the "demon race's strategist" and had even become a confidant of Bai Ze in the art of divination.

"Your Majesty's idea is excellent!" Fuxi clapped his hands and said.

"I have recently been divining the secrets of heaven and sensed that a written language will soon emerge among the demon race. This is ordained by the will of heaven and an inevitable trend!"

Hearing this, the demons all became excited.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Create demonic texts! Establish a legacy!"

"Our demon race shall rise!"

"Our demon race will surely overthrow the Celestial Court; it's only a matter of time."

Kunpeng: "..."

Actually, I just want some peace and quiet.

In reality, Kunpeng longed for peace and quiet. His dream was to be a salted fish, basking in the sun every day, cultivating his skills, and occasionally catching a few fish from the seabed for a treat.

But Fuxi and Bai Ze didn't think so.

These two top-tier "charlatans" from the primordial world had now flanked the throne, each pulling out jade slips and counting rods from who-knows-where, their eyes gleaming as they stared at the Kunpeng.

"Your Majesty, how far have you progressed in your considerations?" Bai Ze asked solicitously.

"Do you need our help to deduce the text structure?"

Fuxi had already sat cross-legged on the spot, his hands forming a hand seal: "Your Majesty, please just focus on your thoughts. I will protect you and ensure that there are no distracting thoughts!"

Kunpeng looked at the two of them, his lips twitching.

He really... really... just wanted to be quiet and space out for a while!

Why is it so difficult?

But things have already come to this point, and the die is cast.

All the high-ranking members of the demon race in the entire hall were watching him expectantly, waiting for him to "create demon script".

Kunpeng took a deep breath and resigned himself to his fate.

He closed his eyes again, and this time he truly began to think.

Words... demonic writing...

What should it look like?

In Kunpeng's mind, some fragments of memories from his bloodline heritage surfaced. These were the original runes used by certain innate demon gods to record the Great Dao during the chaotic era.

Those runes are too advanced and not suitable for ordinary demons.

He recalled the "Daoist script" used by Hongjun when he listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, where he explained the Dao of Heaven and the Great Dao.

The Daoist text is profound and mysterious, but equally obscure and difficult to understand.

"Demon script... should be simple, easy to learn, and widely applicable."

Kunpeng pondered to himself.

"Moreover, it must be able to bear the characteristics of the demon race."

He recalled the countless demons he had ever seen:

The tiger demon's ferocity, the crane demon's agility, the tree demon's resilience, the fish demon's nimbleness...

There's also the biting cold of the Northern Sea ice, the surging currents of the deep sea, and the ever-changing winds and clouds in the sky...

Gradually, some vague "shapes" emerged in his consciousness.

It is not specific text, but an "image" that outlines the most essential characteristics of the demon race.

Kunpeng stretched out his finger and gently tapped the air in front of him.

A point of pale blue light appeared, then stretched and twisted, transforming into a complex rune.

The rune resembles a roc spreading its wings, yet it also embodies the concepts of "wind," "speed," and "height."

"The first word," Kunpeng said softly.

"Peng".

The runes took shape, hovering in mid-air, emanating a faint Daoist aura.

Bai Ze immediately pulled out a jade slip and frantically wrote down: "Peng! Represents the sky, speed, and kingship! Brilliant!"

Fuxi stared at the runes, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he calculated: "This character subtly aligns with the Heavenly Dipper, summoning wind and thunder... Your Majesty is truly talented!"

Kunpeng ignored them and continued to think.

The second rune appeared, resembling a giant fish diving into the sea, carrying connotations of "profound", "devouring", and "power".

"Kun".

The third rune is like a tiger descending a mountain, exuding a murderous aura.

"war."

The fourth rune resembles the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, symbolizing endless vitality.

"born."