novelraw Chapter 974 968: The Life of Kunpeng
Chapter 974 968: The Life of Kunpeng
This is a figure enshrouded entirely in a mystical aura.
He wears a blue star robe, as if draping the endless starry river over himself, his eyes are like stars, dazzling the heavens.
As he stands there, it seems as if a supreme existence stands erect, with the power of billions of laws submitting, making the heavens and earth roar, the world distorted.
"Quasi-Saint!"
Di Tian's heart skipped, the immense pressure made him feel like an ant, he hastily cupped his hands and said, "The future master of All Clans under the heavens greets the State Preceptor!"
"All Clans under the heavens!"
Upon hearing this, the Kunpeng phantom slightly paused, his eyes filled with complexity as he said, "Rise, tell me about the current demon race!"
At the end of the 'War between Witches and Demons', he was gravely injured and perished, knowing nothing of what transpired afterward.
"At the end of the Chaotic Ancient Era, the demon and witch races fought to mutual ruin, withdrawing from the stage of history, among them, the demon race became today's All Clans under the heavens, the witch race retreated to the netherworld, losing their traces!"
"After several eras of effort, All Clans under the heavens developed, becoming one of the two major hegemons in the multiverse..."
"And the enemy of All Clans under the heavens is the human race..."
"Currently, the Ziwei Emperor Star of the human race has emerged, reversing the situation, entangling All Clans under the heavens with karmic force, leaving posterity incapable, only then opening the tombs of the predecessors!"
Di Tian spoke with his head lowered, his tone filled with apology.
Kunpeng listened quietly, his expression unchanged, as if he had already known the decline of the demon race.
When Di Tian finished, he sighed, "Didn't expect that in the end, it would be the human race that rises!"
In his heart, there was still a bit of surprise.
What is the human race?
Just ants!
No powerful figures!
No Cultivation Techniques!
Not even strong talents!
In short, a 'three-none people'!
Yet, against all odds, it was the human race that rose, and boldly undertook the feat of raising arms to challenge the heavens.
"State Preceptor, I have come this time seeking help, to find a way to eliminate karmic force and rebuild the demon court!" Di Tian cupped his hands and said, his gaze full of hope.
Kunpeng did not immediately respond, instead asked, "Do you know the laws of heaven and earth?"
"I have not researched them!" Di Tian thought for a moment, shaking his head.
All his life, he was dedicated to leading All Clans under the heavens to rise, spending most of his time contending with the human race, barely sparing time to cultivate the Art of Heaven's Mandate, let alone contemplate the laws of heaven and earth.
Besides, are the laws of heaven and earth even worth contemplating?
The strong rule!
Strength!
That is the iron law.
"This heaven and earth do not allow a long-standing hegemon!" Kunpeng looked up at the sky, his gaze deep, speaking solemnly.
Di Tian frowned, said, "The human race was once a hegemon!"
From the end of the Showing Holy Era to the mid-late Sky-Breaking Era, the human race dominated the world, making all corners submit, all clans prostrate, becoming the sole world hegemon!
Kunpeng shook his head and asked, "And then? How long did the human race remain hegemon? How quickly did the human race decline?"
Di Tian was left speechless by the questions.
He was young then.
Yet he knew the strength of the human race, the invincible emperor of the time, wielding the 'Sword of Benevolence' and 'Sword of War', ruling the nation with benevolence, making all clans submit, conquering with war, even cracking the heavens with a single sword.
During the first sky-breaking, the emperor only needed to slash once, severely wounding the 'origin of heaven', successfully breaking the sky.
That scene, even after several eras, he still couldn't forget.
The human race at its peak had invincible Dao Saints, dozens of Quasi-Saints, thousands of Immortal Venerables, how could such a powerful force decline so swiftly?
Who intervened?
Was it truly the betrayal by the clans that led to the human race's decline?
Ridiculous!
The power of the clans was less than one-thousandth of the human race's, how could they have harmed the human race?
What was the reason then?
Who?
Caused the downfall of the invincible human emperor!
Who?
Caused the bloodshed among the human race's leaders?
For a moment, Di Tian was lost, realizing he had overlooked many issues.
But for Di Tian to reach this point, his mind has long been unshakeable, quickly recovering, directly facing Kunpeng he said, "State Preceptor, I do not know what the laws of heaven and earth are, I only firmly believe in one thing, and that is powerful strength!"
"With powerful strength, I can overcome all obstacles!"
"When strength is powerful enough, even heaven and earth will make way for me, the towering God Mountain would turn into a flat path!"
In this dog-eat-dog world, only by continuously becoming stronger can one forever exist.
Weakness, can evade disaster for a time, but will ultimately be eliminated.
Hearing this, a trace of admiration flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, smiling he said, "You are worthy of obtaining the ancient demon court's legacy!"
As a powerhouse of the Chaotic Ancient Era, he naturally understood the logic of contention and non-contention.
His earlier words were purely to test Di Tian's character.
Of course, he indeed discovered the laws of heaven and earth, but only to the extent of being aware, not having found the specific reason.
"Thank you, State Preceptor!"
Di Tian secretly rejoiced, respectfully saluting.
"No need to thank me!"
Kunpeng, looking at Di Tian, solemnly said, "You must lead the demon race to rise, the methods to eliminate karmic force and rebuild the demon court are all in these ancient texts, you should comprehend them well!"
After instructing, his body gradually became faint, transforming into the sky full of starlight, completely vanishing from this world.
If looked closely, you would find in his eyes, not a trace of attachment to the mundane, only relief and encouragement.
This phantom, was merely his obsession.
Now that the task was complete, he could leave in peace!
Meanwhile.
In front of Di Tian's eyes, Kunpeng's entire life flashed by.
In childhood, he cultivated in the North Sea of Beiming.
Upon reaching adulthood, he traveled the world, witnessing the plight of his fellow demons, resolved to lead the tribe to rise.
After a hundred thousand years, he created the demon script, preached to the demon race, providing a means for the demon race suffering oppression to save themselves.
In the mid Chaotic Ancient Era, the demon emperor was born, establishing the ancient demon court, unifying the demon race under heaven.
He was invited to join the ancient demon court, serving as State Preceptor, offering strategies, leading by example, dedicating all his efforts to the demon court's strength.
Until the end of the Chaotic Ancient Era, he was targeted by the witch race, suffering severe injuries, on the verge of death, witnessing the surging catastrophe, he insightfully foresaw the fate of the tribe.
Subsequently, he dragged his severely injured body, seeking a solution to the tribe's crisis.
Unfortunately, to no avail!
In the end, he brought a part of the ancient demon court's foundation into the North Sea of Beiming, waiting for future demon race powerhouses to open.
This is the life history of Kunpeng.
It was a busy life!
It was a life of dedication!
It was a life without resentment or regret!
"State Preceptor, have a safe journey!"
Di Tian murmured to himself, bowing again to the void.
Afterward, he couldn't help but feel a slice of joy because in Kunpeng's memory, he witnessed Kunpeng creating characters, fully recognizing the ancient demon script.
This meant he no longer needed to rely on the powerhouses of the Literary Realm for translation!
But in the next breath, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured over him, his body and mind cold.
He found that the memory of the ancient demon script was constantly becoming vague, finally, only a rough impression remained, as if an invisible black hand sealed his memory.
"No!"
Di Tian was a little panicked, hurriedly taking out an ancient book, only recognizing a few characters, feeling extremely disappointed.