Simulating the primordial era? That's way too extreme.

Chapter 4 My Demon Master Grandpa

Since the beginning of time, countless eons have passed, yet no lineage of ancient demons has ever known the exact time of Pangu's creation of the world. Even renowned primordial gods cannot provide a reliable answer.

I remember when Zixiao Palace was listening to the Dao, some busybodies asked the Dao Ancestor about this matter. However, the Dao Ancestor, who was always omniscient, remained silent for a long time. As a result, people in Zixiao Palace looked at each other in bewilderment, and the atmosphere became quite awkward.

That person seems to be Hongyun, right? We haven't been in touch for a long time, so I've almost forgotten about her.

Recalling the amusing incidents he had experienced during his time listening to sermons, even the usually sullen Taoist couldn't help but smile. After all, it was his lost youth, and good teachers and helpful friends are always fondly remembered. At least back then, everyone had plenty of free time, unlike now.

"A letter to my grandfather, the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor... Grandfather..."

The Taoist priest couldn't help but rub his eyes, then held the extremely irregular-looking "memorial" up to his eyes again, trying to see if he had just read too many memorials and his eyes were playing tricks on him:

This "memorial"...this letter has many problems. First of all, the calligraphy is terrible, so bad that even he, the inventor of the demonic script, almost couldn't recognize it. Just looking at this lousy handwriting, the Taoist priest wanted to grab the boy who wrote it and give him a good beating. Recognizing his handwriting is practically torture!

Secondly, there's the format. This thing is neither a memorial nor a letter, completely out of step with the current format commonly used by the demon race, making it awkward no matter how the Taoist looks at it.

Secondly, there's the form of address. The Heavenly Emperor has only recently married his beautiful wife, and they haven't even had children yet, and you're already calling him "Grandpa"? Aren't you afraid of angering the Heavenly Emperor?

Finally, and this is the most problematic issue:

They offered advice to the Heavenly Emperor.

On a grander scale, this is an open challenge to the Heavenly Emperor's authority and decisions. Given the Heavenly Emperor's decisive and ruthless approach in suppressing the prehistoric world, he could easily send this kid's entire clan to the Demon-Slaying Platform if he's displeased!

So after briefly reading the letter, the Taoist's first reaction was:

"Was this his personal opinion, or was it instigated by the Golden Flood Dragon King?"

"Why is he speaking up for the human race like this? Could it be that he's colluding with them? The Golden Flood Dragon... or is that old mudfish from the East Sea placing his bets? Surrendering to Nuwa?"

"If the East Sea has two minds, then what about the other three seas... the Southern Volcano... Qilin Cliff...?"

After making some malicious speculations about whether some treasonous organization was behind this, the Taoist shook his head:

"It shouldn't be that bad... Never mind, let's check it out first..."

The Taoist carefully put away the letter sent from the East Sea to the Heavenly Court, then casually summoned a few heavenly officials, gave them some detailed instructions, and finally sent them away...

……

Unaware that she had almost prematurely cancelled the household registrations of her entire clan, Zhao Si was still anxiously watching the changes on her phone screen:

[Your letter slipped into the daily documents sent by the Golden Dragon Clan to the Heavenly Court. Because of your status as the 300th+ prince, the celestial official delivering the letter didn't dare to question it. For the first time, your worthless princely status finally had an effect.]

"Did it really get sent out?"

Zhao Si breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to send it out, after all, he couldn't let the more than 800 words he had racked his brains to write go to waste.

"Now, let's see if this letter will actually work..."

[Soon after, your father was suddenly summoned by the demon master, and then returned to the Golden Dragon Clan. After the whole trip, he admitted that he was drenched in sweat...]

[That very day, your father severely whipped you with his belt, turning the belt made from the belly skin of seven demon wolves into two belts made from three and a half wolves each, and strictly forbade you from overstepping your authority to submit a memorial again!]

However, every cloud has a silver lining. After being beaten, your father solemnly handed you a certificate of merit from the Heavenly Court...

"A certificate?"

Before Zhao could think it through, the phone screen suddenly flashed and displayed a gold scroll the size of an A4 sheet of paper.

Just looking at this page of golden scrolls, Zhao Si felt an invisible pressure, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He was so scared that he almost thought he was going to die!

Having finally mustered the courage to pick up the gold certificate, just as curiosity was about to take a look at what was written on this "award" from the primordial world, I was completely dumbfounded:

"What does this say? Oracle bone script?"

On the golden scroll were several lines of large, distorted characters that shimmered with light. They looked like oracle bone script shown on television, or like simple, ancient drawings. They were very pictographic, but completely different from the pictographic characters of oracle bone script. Zhao Si couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he just felt that it was a pictograph. He just didn't know what shape it represented.

Monsters? Magical artifacts? Or... laws?

Zhao Si scratched his head in bewilderment. He was just playing a game, and then he encountered a series of supernatural events, which made his brain overload and his CPU almost burn out...

[A gift from an important figure in the primordial era has been detected. Bind your account?]

A new message suddenly appeared on the phone screen. Still half-asleep, Zhao thought for a moment and then casually tapped "OK":

[Item already bound: "A Certificate from the Demon Master"!]

【"A Certificate from the Demon Master": A certificate personally issued by the Demon Master Kunpeng to a dragon child on a certain day in the 365th year of the Primordial Demon Calendar, the Seventh Cycle, the Fourth Cycle. Binding this certificate will grant the Demon Master's direct transmission of commonly used demon script (already bound)】

The next instant, the golden scroll leaped into the top of Zhao Si's head. A blurry Taoist figure appeared in his mind. The figure, like a caring but serious elementary school teacher, explained the strokes and pronunciations to Zhao Si word by word, making him feel as if he had returned to the classroom twenty years ago.

The teachers back then were just as responsible as this figure, but unfortunately, I was young and ignorant and didn't listen to them. Perhaps that's why I ended up as an unemployed youth today.

For a moment, Zhao Si couldn't help but listen attentively to the lesson...

Perhaps it was a few years, perhaps it was just a moment, but when the lecture ended, the Taoist's illusory figure slowly faded away, leaving Zhao Si feeling lost and forlorn.

"Is it some kind of heretical script?"

With his mind filled with the various characters commonly used by the demon race, Zhao Si now fully understood every stroke and pronunciation. Looking at the golden scroll in his mind, Zhao Si recited the characters on the scroll:

Study hard and make progress every day.

"Grandpa Demon Master's Book"

It's very simple, just one sentence.

But the written tradition it carried was truly etched into Zhao Si's heart:

"I learned a foreign language along the way? What an unexpected bonus!"

Zhao Si didn't know what use this demonic script was, but learning a foreign language was still a gain.

Regaining her composure, Zhao Si continued looking at her phone screen, intending to watch the rest of the story. After all, she had sent a letter to the Heavenly Court, and although she didn't know if Di Jun had seen it, Kunpeng had.

At least some important person has read the letter, but it's hard to say whether it will have any effect...

[This is the first time a Primordial item has been bound. The system is currently updating, which will take twelve hours. You have free time during this period.]

Zhao Si's eyes widened:

"Update? Twelve hours? At your own discretion..."

That means I can go out now?!

Zhao Si, who thought she was going to be locked in a room playing games for the rest of her life, was overjoyed. She took a few steps to the door of the rented room and carefully turned the doorknob.

Crunch!

The door that I couldn't turn before opened easily this time.

Wuhu!

With a cheer, Zhao Si was about to step out the door and escape this haunted room.

But as soon as he took one leg out, he hesitated again...

"well……"

With a sigh, Zhao Si returned to his room, picked up his phone which was updating, and tried swiping. He found he could bring up the interface, which relieved him.

"So be it. Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, and will first test their minds and hearts... If Heaven grants something and they do not seize it, they will suffer the consequences... Since we have encountered this opportunity, it is also a chance to defy fate and change our destiny. We cannot let it slip away!"

"Hmm, I'll go out for a bowl of noodles first, then go shopping and have some fun. I'll come back to the game after the update is finished tonight!"

He walked out with a sense of relief, unaware that everything was no longer the same as before.

……

(End of this chapter)