darknovel Chapter 27 Immortal Inscriptions Emerge, Kunpeng Breaks Through Great Defenses, Di Jun's Contem
Chapter 27 Immortal Inscriptions Emerge, Kunpeng Breaks Through Great Defenses, Di Jun's Contem
Chapter 27 Immortal Writings Emerge, Kunpeng Breaks Through the Great Defense, Di Jun's Contemplation (3)
Of course, there are reasons why neither the Three Pure Ones nor the Eastern King Duke's faction came.
The Three Pure Ones did not come, firstly because they had the pride of being the true descendants of Pangu, and such a thing was simply unacceptable to them.
Secondly, Yuanshi believed that sages should dislike flatterers, as excessive flattery would backfire.
The reason why the Eastern King Duke did not come was even simpler. He was also preparing for a major event, and now he had greatly expanded his power by taking advantage of his status as the leader of the male immortals. He had no interest in the Styx River and the Styx River gathering many races to worship heaven and earth and express gratitude to the Dao Ancestor.
Does he need it?
The person the sage valued most was him, not Styx. The entire Immortal Path, from the three thousand great powers of Zixiao Palace to the primordial beings from all directions who accepted the Immortal Path, rested on his shoulders, not Styx's.
Even if we are to express our gratitude to the Dao Ancestor, it should be him, the head of all the immortals, who should be doing it. Why is the Styx River leading the way?
Meanwhile, Houtu and Xuanming, observing the magnificent scene, each had their own thoughts.
They came to Shouyang Mountain, of course, not to support Styx. In fact, after learning that Hongjun had no ability to solve the problem of the Wu tribe's lack of primordial spirit after the first sermon, most of the Ancestral Witches did not even prepare to attend the sage's sermon.
Going there is pointless; it's just changing where you sleep, and you'll feel very uncomfortable. What's the point?
They came mainly to find the person who was plotting against their witch clan.
After all, when Zhu Jiuyin recounted what he had seen and heard to them, after deducing the cause and effect, even the Wu Clan could quickly understand what had happened.
However, given the temperament of their Wu tribe, they certainly wouldn't fear the River Styx. Let alone drying up the karma of the Netherworld Blood Sea, even if they were to ram into Mount Buzhou, they would—
What the Wu Clan cannot accept is being used as a weapon by others, being plotted against by others, or even the person behind the scheme eliminating the Styx being secondary; weakening the Wu Clan is their true objective.
"That is the Styx River. Legend has it that this person has 480 million Blood God Children, and is known as 'The Blood Sea Never Drys Up, the Styx River Never Dies.'"
Xuanming looked at Houtu beside him and said.
"Who could it be?" Houtu frowned. The person behind the scenes was certain that their Wu clan had no primordial spirit, could not sense the Heavenly Dao, and could not deduce cause and effect, so they plotted against them.
The agreed-upon time for the One Yuan Meeting between Styx and the Dragon King of the East Sea has arrived, and at this moment, Styx, as if divinely aided, finally deduced the last word—"Tao".
As promised, Taiyi rang the Chaos Bell. The bell tolled, suppressing time and space. In an instant, the entire Shouyang Mountain fell silent. After demonstrating some of his strength through insignificant means to give the countless beings of the prehistoric world something to imagine, Taiyi did not usurp the stage but instead gave it to the Styx River.
After all, a powerful being like Styx is within their sphere of influence. Di Jun and Tai Yi's short-term rival is the Eastern King Duke, and their long-term rival is the Witch Clan. Even if they can't win Styx over, they absolutely cannot let Styx side with the Eastern King Duke.
"You have all come as promised, and together with me, we worship Heaven and Earth, and express our gratitude to the Dao Ancestor for imparting knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts. Styx will remember this in our hearts." Styx looked at the powerful figures and representatives from the three thousand races present and bowed.
"We are deeply grateful for the Dao Ancestor's teachings, and after much deliberation, we have come to express our feelings and intentions today at Shouyang Mountain."
"We will worship Heaven and Earth and pay homage to the Dao Ancestor." After saying this, Styx began to preside over the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven under the watchful eyes of all the powerful beings.
Meanwhile, a host of powerful beings and representatives of various races joined the Styx River in worshipping heaven and earth, expressing their gratitude for the Dao Ancestor's contributions to the primordial world.
The Dao Ancestor! It's the Dao Ancestor! That's great, we're saved!
After all, considering the terrifying power that suppressed the primordial world on the day of his ascension to sainthood, it's not shameful to pay homage.
The sacrificial ceremony lasted for several days, and finally, it was drawing to a close.
Di Jun and Tai Yi benefited greatly during this period. They not only met many leaders of the prehistoric races they had never met before, but more importantly, their friendship reached a new level during the sacrificial ceremony.
When he vaguely realized that his ambitions were similar to those of Fuxi, Dijun remained calm, but in reality he was overjoyed. It was easy to obtain many races in the prehistoric world, but it was really hard to find a great power like Fuxi.
Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Minghe, and Houtu are not particularly noticeable here. They are simply fulfilling their gratitude to the Dao Ancestor in this ceremony. What other tricks could they possibly come up with?
Meanwhile, Kunpeng felt increasingly lost and confused for some reason. He vaguely felt that he was going to lose a very, very important opportunity. What was it?
What exactly was the lost opportunity?
An important innate spiritual treasure?
Kunpeng kept thinking about this, and he felt like he was about to develop inner demons.
"Hmph!" Kunpeng snorted inwardly. "I was born in the North Sea and have experienced countless tribulations. What storms haven't I seen over the years?"
So far, among all the powerful beings listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, among all the powerful beings of his level, only Kunpeng does not have a single innate spiritual treasure. What did he say?
How much worse could things get for him?
It's nothing more than maintaining the status quo.
At this very moment, the Styx River, having completed the ritual, finally revealed its true colors.
At this moment, Styx displayed all the Heavenly Dao merits he had stored up. The accumulated Heavenly Dao merits from several great merits were terrifying. In an instant, the golden light of the merits even surpassed the light of the sun, making the entire sky shine with gold.
This grand display successfully intimidated the crowd and attracted the attention of many powerful beings and all living beings present.
Styx knew that the time was right. Now that the sacrificial ceremony had just ended, and all the races of the prehistoric world had expressed their loyalty to Dao Ancestor, the only saint in the prehistoric world, and their yearning for the immortal path, it was the best time for him to take out the writing system he had created.
Apart from this, there is no other chance to make all living beings in the prehistoric world "share the same written language" and thus seek the merit of creating characters, unless he is willing to join the demon race or the witch race, or seek the merit of creating characters for the future human race.
But that's simply impossible.
This was his last window of opportunity to seek merit through the creation of characters.
The plans of an entire era have come to an end, and now we must see how they will fare.
Thinking of this, under the watchful eyes of all the primordial beings, the Styx began to use its great magical power to evolve many symbols that exuded Daoist charm and seemed to symbolize something.
"Is that a kind of writing?" Ao Ping, the Dragon King of the East Sea, asked with some doubt upon seeing this. In his eyes, Ao Ping seemed to see some resemblance to the dragon script of his dragon clan.
And there are quite a few powerful figures who share the same idea as Ao Ping.
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