Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

Kunpeng fell silent; he was somewhat tempted.

Merit, good fortune, and fame—these are all things he has always longed for.

He lived alone in the Northern Sea for countless eons, enjoying a carefree life, yet also feeling lonely. The reason he was unwilling to leave the world was that he had no identity worthy of being born.

If he could truly create a script that is universally applicable to all races, his name would forever remain in the history of the primordial world.

But he still had a doubt: "Why did the Heavenly Emperor ask me to create writing? With the Heavenly Emperor's abilities, wouldn't it be more convenient for him to do it himself?"

This is a meritorious deed, so why would you refuse to do it yourself and instead seek him out?

Taiyi smiled slightly, opened his arms, and said, "I am the Heavenly Emperor, ruling over all the heavens and myriad realms. How could I covet such a small amount of merit? Besides..."

He paused, his golden eyes fixed on Kunpeng, and said, "What I need is not merit, but a chess piece."

Kunpeng felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

Taiyi continued, "With the establishment of the Celestial Court, all races have submitted and called themselves the Demon Race. Although the myriad races are not to be feared, their combined fortunes have created immense power. I want you to take the written language you created to the Celestial Court."

Kunpeng was shocked: "The Heavenly Emperor wants me to be an undercover agent?"

Taiyi smiled slightly and continued, "You just need to be yourself. You are the creator of the script of all races and are born to be the cultural ancestor of the demon race."

If the Celestial Court wants to attract all races and gather fortune, it has no choice but to win you over.

If you go to the Celestial Court, they will give you a high position.

You must try your best to win over the demon race in the Celestial Court, while I will make arrangements in the Heavenly Court.

When the time is right, you will lead this part of the demon race to break away from the Celestial Court.

"Once I have achieved my goal, I will bestow upon you the title of Emperor of the Demon Race. What do you say?"

Kunpeng finally understood Taiyi's plan: to disintegrate the demon race from within and divide them.

Written language is the foundation of culture, and culture is the carrier of destiny.

Whoever controls the written language controls the fate and destiny of the demon race.

Taiyi asked him to create writing not to educate all races, but to take away the power of the demon race from the Celestial Court.

If most of the demon race were to leave the Celestial Court, the Celestial Court's fortune would plummet, and those powerful beings who remained in the Celestial Court might even face death.

"A brilliant plan." Kunpeng smiled wryly and said, "The Heavenly Emperor is truly far-sighted; Kunpeng admires him."

Tai looked at him and asked, "Are you willing?"

"Aren't you afraid that if I agree to your request now, I might not do things the way you want?" Kunpeng said slowly.

"Because I'm afraid, therefore..."

Before Taiyi could finish speaking, he reached out and touched Kunpeng's brow.

A golden-white light entered the depths of his primordial spirit, transforming into a mark of the sacred flame of the sun.

The mark, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, merged with the primordial spirit of the Kunpeng.

"This is the mark of the Great Sun Sacred Flame," Taiyi said calmly. "With a single thought from me, your soul and spirit will be annihilated. As long as you serve loyally, I will not touch it; but if you have disloyal intentions..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Kunpeng's expression changed drastically, but he dared not say anything more.

He bowed his head and said, "Kunpeng understands."

Immediately afterwards, Kunpeng took a deep breath and knelt on one knee: "Kunpeng is willing to serve the Heavenly Emperor."

"Get up." Taiyi turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Go and create writing. I'll give you a thousand years. Is that enough?"

Kunpeng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's enough."

Taiyi left Beiming and returned to the Heavenly Court.

Kunpeng sat cross-legged at the bottom of the Northern Sea, closed his eyes and concentrated, beginning to comprehend the mysteries of writing.

He did not create something out of thin air.

The innate Daoist texts contain the fundamental laws governing heaven and earth and all things. He only needs to simplify and combine these laws to form a simple and easy-to-learn symbol system.

Each symbol corresponds to a syllable, and each syllable corresponds to a meaning.

The characters should be simple in form and easy to write; the meaning should be clear and not easily confused.

Kunpeng pondered deeply in the depths of the Northern Sea, day after day, year after year.

He simplified the forms of all things in the world, such as mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, plants, birds and beasts, into lines and combined them into characters.

Furthermore, the power of laws in the innate Dao texts was stripped away, leaving only the most basic expressive functions.

In this way, beings born after birth do not need to comprehend the Great Dao; they only need to remember the shapes and meanings of the characters to communicate using written language.

A thousand years can pass in the blink of an eye.

On this day, a golden rift suddenly appeared in the sky above the Northern Sea.

Boundless merit and golden light poured down like a celestial river.

Kunpeng succeeded.

He created a complete set of acquired characters, totaling 12,000 characters, covering the names of all things in the universe, descriptions of actions, and expressions of emotions. It was all-encompassing and contained everything.

This script is simple and easy to learn; even newly awakened spirits can master it in a short time.

Heaven, moved by this, bestows merit.

Furthermore, the position of "Teacher of All Races" was directly attained by Kunpeng, but a crucial point was still missing: the permission of the Heavenly Emperor.

The Teacher of All Races is a master who educates and guides all races. It is a very special position that is formed after birth and requires the approval of the Heavenly Emperor to be truly attained.

Taiyi, who was far away, sensed it and a smile appeared on his lips. Kunpeng had successfully created the characters.

Kunpeng created characters, and Heaven bestowed merit upon him; all of this was within his calculations.

"Kunpeng created the written language, educating all races, a feat that will last for millennia. In the name of the Heavenly Emperor, I hereby bestow upon Kunpeng the title of Teacher of All Races, granting him the authority to educate the demon race with the written language, and bestowing upon him the protection of the Heavenly Court's fortune. All beings born in the primordial world who use the written language he created will receive his grace and respect him as their teacher."

Taiyi raised his hand, and a golden-white imperial edict appeared in his palm, stamped with the imperial seal. It transformed into a stream of light, piercing through the clouds and mist, and went straight to the north of the North Sea.

Wherever the imperial edict passed, it resonated with the heavens, and golden light of merit followed, completely acknowledging the status of the Demon Master.

As the cultural ancestor of the demon race, Kunpeng's contribution to educating all races is enough to earn him a place in the world.

The moment the Heavenly Emperor recognized Kunpeng's position as the teacher of all races, Kunpeng's aura surged.

The bottleneck of the early stage of Quasi-Saint was shattered, the good corpse was severed, and he directly stepped into the mid stage of Quasi-Saint.

Kunpeng opened its eyes, a glint of light flashing in its deep blue pupils.

He raised his hand, and the acquired script appeared in his palm, transforming into golden symbols that swirled and danced in the air.

"It's done," he murmured, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was joy, resentment, anticipation, and helplessness.

He created writing, gained merit, and broke through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, but in doing so, he also became a pawn of Taiyi.

But what's done is done, and he has no way out.

Kunpeng stood atop the Northern Sea, his hands outstretched, gathering all the boundless merit bestowed by Heaven into his palms.

The golden light of merit was as intense as molten gold, surging and flowing in his palm, yet it did not dissipate, but instead became even more solid.

Kunpeng's heart stirred. Merit was not only a manifestation of fortune, but also a supreme material for refining weapons.

He used his merits as bricks, his own will as beams, and his status as a demon master as a foundation to begin building a dojo that belonged only to him.

The golden light of merit was stretched, folded, and rammed in his hands, gradually condensing into the prototype of a magnificent palace.

The entire hall is golden, radiant with light, and every brick and tile is engraved with Daoist patterns in acquired script, subtly connected to the fortune of heaven and earth.

On the day the palace was completed, golden light soared into the sky, and the aura of merit spread for thousands of miles. The heavens sent down extraordinary phenomena to celebrate it.

This palace is called the Demon Master's Palace. It is a treasure of acquired merit, combining offense and defense, and can also suppress fortune and enlighten all races.

Kunpeng sat upright in the palace, feeling that his connection with the fate of the demon race had become even closer, and his position as the Demon Master was as solid as a rock.

Looking at the palace built with merit, he felt a mix of emotions. Although he was a pawn of Taiyi, he also gained a foundation to stand in the prehistoric world because of Taiyi.

Kunpeng took a deep breath, soared into the sky, and transformed into a giant roc that blotted out the sun, flapping its wings and flying south.

His destination—Penglai in the East Sea, the celestial realm.