Demon Master!
Nad Kunpeng.
The top powerhouse of the demon race.
His greatest achievent was the creation of the demon script.
Except for a few innate beings, the rest of the demon race are native beings of the myriad worlds, very weak at their birth due to a lack of inheritance.
The birth of the demon script precisely filled this gap.
The strong among the demon race used the demon script to deduce a vast number of cultivation techniques, enhancing the strength of the demon race and promoting the progress of the era.
The Heavenly Dao felt it, and bestowed a vast amount of rits.
With the power of rits, Kunpeng's strength rapidly increased, becoming a prominent figure across the world.
Unfortunately, during the later war between the demon and witch races, Kunpeng beca a key target of the witch race, had his holy position shattered, and left with unhealable wounds.
Knowing that he did not have much ti left, Kunpeng left the ancient demon court alone, searching for a cure.
Unfortunately, after tracing nine heavens and crossing nine netherworlds, he still could not find a chance of survival, with his injuries worsening instead.
With no other choice, he returned to his birthplace Beiming and built a tomb.
To prevent his body from being destroyed, he used his last strength to seal off heavenly chance.
Thus, Kunpeng's magnificent life ca to an end.
After the end of the chaotic ancient era, the demon race could not bear the burden of karma and beca today's myriad races.
The strong of the first generation of myriad races went to the sea of Beiming to seek the demon master's tomb in order to restore the glory of the demon race.
It is rumored that in the demon master's tomb, there are countless burial items, including heavenly materials, earthly treasures, powerful divine weapons, and demon race's cultivation techniques...
However, the location of the demon master's tomb is unknown to anyone.
The strong of the first generation of myriad races overturned the sea of Beiming but found nothing and could only return disappointed.
Afterwards.
A terrifying thing happened.
For so unknown reason, the myriad races gradually forgot the demon script, and many divine skills left by the ancient demon court could no longer be perford.
Even the demon saints were like this.
This explains why Emperor Tian personally visited the literary realm.
Because the appearance of the demon master's tomb, the alliance found cultivation techniques recorded in ancient demon scripts, requiring strong people from the literary realm for translation.
"The Emperor's masterful insights!"
After figuring out the cause and effect, Emperor Peng couldn't help but praise.
Outsiders only saw the recent setbacks of the myriad races, forgetting that before that, the myriad races held the upper hand for several epochs.
And trampled the humans who succeeded in splitting the heavens multiple tis fiercely underfoot.
Only he knew that the Emperor's strength lay not just in power but also in wisdom that transcends the mundane.
This world is full of ordinary people.
Dong dong dong...
At this mont.
A heavy sound of a bronze bell rang out from afar.
"Let's go!"
Emperor Tian's gaze slightly narrowed, releasing a brilliant light, like two great suns holding the sky, yet in a very short ti, the light vanished, concealing the sharpness within.
He exhaled a turbid breath and said in a deep voice.
Honestly, he really hated forming alliances.
In his view, only losers need allies.
"Unknowingly, did I beco a 'loser'?"
Emperor Tian chuckled self-deprecatingly, pushed aside the hall door, and saw the literary master leading the upper echelons of the literary realm, approaching with a face full of smiles.
"So hypocritical!"
Emperor Tian secretly mocked.
Afterwards, he also revealed a very bright smile on his face.
Next was an extrely tedious and boring alliance ceremony that lasted a full four hours.
In the bustling training ground.
Emperor Tian and the literary master sat facing each other, celestial light flickering, like two grand thousand worlds, overshadowing all the prosperity of the literary realm.
In front of them were two alliance docunts.
Under the eyes of powerful figures from both sides, the two signed their nas and stamped their seals.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
In the ether, two dragon roars resounded.
On the two alliance docunts, the power of fortune flickered, signifying a formal alliance.
Just as everyone prepared to celebrate, the fortune golden dragons above the Mountain of Books suddenly beca restless, running around as if avoiding danger.
The literary master frowned slightly and said to Emperor Tian: "Emperor, please wait, let find out the reason!"
The riot of the fortune golden dragons.
That's not a good on.
"Mm!"
Emperor Tian nodded, signaling the literary master to attend to it, and then his gaze sharpened as he looked into the endless starry sky: "Hmm?"
The change in his tone startled the literary master, who quickly asked: "Emperor, did you discover sothing?"
"The literary realm is in trouble!"
Emperor Tian remained silent for a mont, then spoke in a deep voice.
The literary master was stunned.
The next breath.
A colossal fortune blade, thousands of miles long, descended into the literary realm, annihilating a vast void, exploding myriad paths, making the Mountain of Books, which had stood for several epochs, tremble.
In an instant, all beings in the literary realm felt as if they were being seen through.
As if the blood blade that suddenly appeared contained countless eyes, able to see through everything, unveiling everyone's secrets and revealing all under heaven and earth.
"Shatter!"
The literary master roared in anger, his white hair flying.
In his eyes, countless strands of literary qi burst out, vast and mighty, like a great river of the Literary Dao, rushing toward the sky, cleansing the universe.
In another part, within the Great Profound Sky multiverse.
In the 'Dragon Slaying Array', the scene of the fortune blade striking down and the literary master's vigorous effort was displayed.
On the hundred-zhang Dao platform, Zhang Sanfeng, with a calm expression, said coldly: "Is it useful? Fortune blade, slay!"
The blood light shone brightly.
The power of fortune surged.
The bloody fortune blade passed directly through the river of Literary Dao, as if it were forces from two different dinsions, clearly on the sa plane but brushing past each other.
"What?"
The literary master exclaid in disbelief as he looked at the fortune blade, his face filled with incredulity.
How could his attack be ineffective?
"This is the thod of a Tianming Master, specifically targeting fortune golden dragons!"
Emperor Tian explained, his mind rapidly processing, filled with internal astonishnt.
Within this fortune blade, he sensed a very vast force of Tianming, stronger than his by one or two degrees.
This discovery was difficult for him to accept.
After all, he was an eighth-level Tianming Master!
After the fall of the Great Emperor of Fortune, the strongest Tianming Master in the universe.
"Fortune golden dragon!"
The literary master's heart shuddered, realizing sothing was terribly wrong, and he bowed to Emperor Tian, saying: "Emperor, you can't stand by and watch!"
The literary realm specializes in the Literary Dao.
Naturally lacks powerful Tianming Masters!
"I will give it a try!"
Emperor Tian didn't refuse, considering they had just beco allies.
With a step.
He broke through the void, and the vast power of fortune exploded outward, sweeping in all directions, manipulating the heavenly chanism of the literary realm to condense a colorless sword of fortune.
Rumble!
Before he could take the next step.
The bloody fortune blade descended, colliding with the sword of fortune, generating an earth-shattering explosion.
The raging aftermath of Tianming spread, mixed with evil qi and killing qi, shattering the heavenly chanism of the literary realm, and if the attack weren't solely targeting Tianming, the entire literary realm might have turned into dust.
Even so, the destruction was not to be underestimated.
Centered on the Mountain of Books, the future fortunes of countless beings were all severed.
The lantations of all creatures, as if sothing very important had completely disappeared.
Only the Daluo Golden Immortal martial artists, using the protective Daluo fruit position, resisted the raging Tianming force, preserving their own fortunes.
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