The key to returning the demonic script to the path of righteousness lies not only in the ceremony, but also in the attitude of Dao towards this matter.
Seriously speaking, the amount of demon blood required is not much, as the demons are all in full vigor and vitality. No matter how complex the demonic script is, it's just a few strokes or brushstrokes. It doesn't take long for the 365 demonic scripts to be filled with demon blood. The demonic script tablet emits a stream of azure light halos, and Lao Sha recites a prayer drafted by Phoenix and approved by Taowan. This is to be heard by Dao. The powerful beings who care about this matter cast their gazes towards the heavens.
It is common for Dao to bestow merit, opportunities, treasures, and insights upon all beings. However, it is truly a first-time event in the world to return a thing back to the heavens and then consume what was brought out again. The eyes of several sages involuntarily turned towards the Purple Cloud Palace. Could this matter be successful?
The matter lies in one thought from Hong Jun's heart.
Nüwa, who had already received the signal, emerged from the portal in the cornerstone world. At this moment, she coincidentally asked Hong Jun.
"Teacher, what does this 'Grasp the great elephant, and the world will follow' mean? The disciple doesn't quite understand it."
Hong Jun's aura of combining his physical body with the Dao is gradually fading away, and the part belonging to his true nature is returning.
He looked at Nuwa with a smile that was neither a smile nor a laugh: "Isn't it the meaning of holding the elephant's nose, swinging it, and being invincible in the world?"
Nuwa laughed heartily, passing the blame, "That was my incompetent disciple's idea. How could a youngling have any insight? It's not me, as his teacher, who's there to shield him from the storms and rains, right, Teacher?"
Hong Jun laughed and shook his head: "You guys have no difference this time, just as you wish."
A Qunfeng, abandoned by the era, is too insignificant on Hong Jun's side. If it were not for Qunfeng still wasting the spiritual essence of Hongwu persistently, he would not have paid attention to such a small character who only knows to eat and occupy, and is actually worthless to Hongwu.
It can be said to be a coincidence, or it could be that it was deliberately arranged. In any case, Nuwa and her disciple are now at thePurple Cloud Palace, with one of them inside busily "sweeping." Hongjun couldn't pretend not to see, so he finally gave them some face.
The demonic race has withdrawn from the main stage of Hongwu, and the demonic script is no longer so important.
The matter is not significant. At this moment, the thing that can be done and cannot be done can be done by lifting your hand to help you.
Hongjun is indifferent, but his attitude towards Kunpeng is like a bolt from the blue.
The demonic script tablet on the square of the Heavenly Court shines with golden light. Lao Sha looks over at Ying Zhao, one of the top ten demonic sages who volunteered to help.
Ying Zhao has a deep-seated hatred for evil. He once helped the human race eliminate the demon race that did no good. This time, upon hearing about confronting Kunpeng, even though his recruitment banner has no effect on him, he still came to help with his own provisions.
It's really because the former deeds of Kunpeng were too despicable. On the side of Bai Ze, it is mainly to safeguard one's own interests. You fight, I don't participate, but Ying Zhao has joined this hunt.
At this moment, the demonic race saint was a bit surprised at the demonic script tablet. After more than ten breaths, he looked at Lao Sha and, with a look of forlorn resignation in his demeanor and excitement over a great grievance being avenged, he said, "Great success has been achieved."
The demonic script has completely disappeared from the Hongwu world. It once existed and briefly shone, but now, with a single thought from Hongjun, it is as if it never was.
Ying Zhao's memories of the demonic script are rapidly disappearing in his mind. From now on, the demon race will have no unified script, only two choices: to learn the human race's script, or to pick up the rough and unsophisticated scripts of each race such as the serpent language and tiger language. However, this would break off communication between many demon races.
The small demons in the Hongwu world are indifferent, but the higher the cultivation level of the great demons, the greater the shock they receive. The things in their minds just disappear like that, which is terrifying for demons.
The most unfortunate one is Kunpeng, who is speeding through the Beihai. As a giant pheasant, he fell from the sky in an ass-over-tee fashion.
The disappearance of the demonic script won't cause him a few thousand points of damage in one go, as the Dao is just and fair, and won't single him out like that. But Kunpeng is still very hurt. Before, he survived the joint attack by the three immortals and Lu Ya, emerging unscathed. This time, he's truly injured.
The process of inventing the demonic script is also a form of cultivation, which involves verifying one's own learning and thoughts with the Hongwu Dao. This experience is not irrelevant to Kunpeng, but rather very important.
Cultivation is like building a house, first laying a solid foundation, and then layer by layer stacking it up.
Now, Kunpeng has a stable foundation, but two middle layers of the structure have been suddenly pulled away. To say that the house will immediately collapse is not necessarily true, but the lack of the process of creating the demonic script has caused his relatively complete cultivation to become incomplete.
He's like proving the Fermat's Last Theorem, having the conclusion and knowing how to use it, but he forgot the crucial steps in between.
If he spent some time, he could trace back to the origin and reorganize his own Dao, but unfortunately, there is no time now.
The magic power that was operating smoothly suddenly became very slow, and despite still being at the level of a semi-sage, he could not even manifest his due capabilities.
A spell he cast before was earth-shattering, but now its power has been reduced by half without a reason.
Seeing that something was wrong with him, the three Buddhists and Lu Ya surrounded him again.
Lao Zhu commanded the Heavenly River Cavalry to set up the Tianhe North Star Formation, trapping the three immortals, Lu Ya, and Kunpeng within it.
Wen Zhong, carrying the still-inexperienced Zhou Tian Xing Dou Da Zhen from the outer perimeter, surrounded the Tianhe North Star Formation.
The array within the array, from the thirty-three levels of heaven to the eighteenth layer of hell, from the endless blood sea to the realm of supreme happiness, countless beings in the Hongwu world are watching this grand battle.
The seven stars of the Big Dipper slowly rotated with the Tianhe North Star Formation, followed by the Zhou Tian Xing Dou, which descended along with the great array, emitting 365 beams of light.
A dense killing intent enveloped Kunpeng, and Lu Ya stretched out his hand and took out the Moonshine he had given him. Using the Moonlight to drive the Tanyin Star Treasure with his Daiyun Golden Flame, it was unexpectedly harmonious. The place where the moon shines is where he transforms into a rainbow.
Lu Ya accelerated to the utmost speed, and Kunpeng was on the verge of exhaustion, fending off from both sides - Lu Ya's lightning-fast speed and the formidable defense of the three immortals.
As he found himself in a desperate situation, he finally unleashed his last lethal move.
Spoiled Treasure!
With the spoiled treasure, he successively dropped the Xunlong Zhu of Bodhisattva Wen Shu and Yujingping of Bodhisattva Guanyin. He didn't care about the merit or demerit of his actions anymore. He temporarily repelled the three immortals, and then his right hand's three fingers were cut off by the Moonshine. A wound over a foot long was carved out at his back, but he didn't pay attention to his injuries. He forced his way out from the gap in the Tianhe Seven Stars Array.
Kunpeng first used the Xunlong Zhu to tie up the life-loving Lao Zhu.
Later, he used the waters of the five lakes and seas within Yujingping to collapse a corner of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array. The training of this array was still too unfamiliar, and Kunpeng was very familiar with it. Without much effort, he found a flaw and ran away as hard as he could.
