168: The prestige of Heaven
The destruction of the Immortal Court naturally left the various Cultivators somewhat surprised.
Such a massive force was immediately dragged down from its pedestal all because of a single wrong decision by the East Duke.
Upon hearing the expected news, the West Queen Mother, located in West Kunlun, let out a soft sigh.
Regardless of how much she looked down on the East Duke, or how many times he had offended her in the past.
He was, after all, the head of male immortals personally appointed by the Saint, just as she was the head of female immortals; a connection between the two still existed.
The West Queen Mother had also considered what might have happened if she had truly agreed to leave her seclusion to co-manage the Immortal Court with the East Duke and rule over the male and female immortals of the Primordial World.
If that were the case, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
After all, although she was cautious and kept a low profile, she was still a seeker of the Dao with a heart set on it.
She wasn't entirely without thoughts regarding taking charge of the Immortal Court, being blessed with Luck, and using it to advance further.
But upon reflection, she still lacked confidence.
After all, looking closely at the current opponents—whether it was the Yao Race, who ruled the Heavenly Court with the support of the Zhou Tian Star Domain.
Or the Wu Race, currently at the height of their power based at Mount Buzhou—none of them were to be trifled with.
And yet, her only potential teammate was the East Duke; it was truly disappointing.
Even with the support of the power of myriad immortals, the East Duke couldn't even take down a single Taiyi.
His proud Ten Thousand Immortals Great Formation was even broken by the charge of just two Ancestral Witches.
And yet, with such capabilities, he actually dared to provoke both the Wu and Yao Races at the same time.
At this thought, the West Queen Mother couldn't help but shake her head.
"It's better that it was destroyed sooner rather than later!"
She observed three breaths of silence for the East Duke, fearing she might be implicated by him.
The West Queen Mother shed her plain robes and walked into the depths of the Jade Pool, washing away any possible connection to him.
She then completely sealed off West Kunlun, determined never to meddle in others' business again—not even to think about it.
From then on, the head of male immortals was dead, and the head of female immortals remained in seclusion.
The Immortal Court had completely vanished from the Primordial World, leaving behind not even a trace of its power.
Some died, others dispersed, and the majority of the remainder were incorporated into the Yao Race.
Dijun's magnanimity was far greater than that of the East Duke.
Regarding those beings who left the Immortal Court, if they were unwilling to join the Yao Race, he did not force them, allowing them to return to being Loose Cultivators.
As for those willing to join the Yao Race, they were treated equally without any discrimination.
Seeing Demon Emperor Dijun's magnanimity, even more tribes were attracted and voluntarily joined the Yao Race.
As long as they considered themselves part of the Yao Race, they could gain a portion of the shared Luck and receive its protection.
The Yao Race took the Heavenly Court as its center; as long as one's strength was sufficient, they could enter the Heavenly Court and enjoy even more Luck. These were visible benefits, so why not do it?
Even many Innate Sacred Beings, believing they saw the situation clearly, chose to join the Heavenly Court at this time.
The power of the Heavenly Court surged significantly all at once.
With the development of the Heavenly Court, the many high-ranking officials also had clear divisions of labor.
Demon Emperor Dijun ruled over all the Yao.
The Ten Great Demon Saints each performed their duties, constantly traveling across the Primordial Land to expand the Yao Race's influence.
Taiyi remained in seclusion, working hard to raise his Realm.
The Heavenly Court needed prestige; the Zhou Tian Star Array and Donghuang Taiyi were its two primary sources of prestige.
Needless to say, the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array, which integrated offense and defense, had been fully demonstrated, even though it had not yet been completely perfected through deduction.
If it could be fully deduced and completed, its power could reach... many levels higher.
After that fierce battle against the East Duke in the Myriad Immortals Formation, the beings of the Primordial World gained a clearer understanding of the Yao Race's Donghuang's combat strength.
Under the Yao Race's heavy promotion, he was already being touted as the number one in the Primordial World.
It seemed like a resounding title, but only Taiyi knew how hollow it truly was.
Not to mention the Saint in Zixiao Palace.
In his heart, he still vividly remembered being crushed to bits by a certain someone.
What was terrifying was that as his cultivation progressed, he seemed to feel that the gap between him and that person was widening even further.
Before entering the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Realm, he felt that all he lacked was time.
As long as he worked hard enough, he would surely be able to catch up.
But once he truly entered this path, he realized how naive and ridiculous his thoughts were.
He truly realized that the other party might already be a huge step ahead of him, perhaps even having taken that step to transcend the boundaries of the Primordial World.
But because of this, he also understood that the path he was taking was viable.
What he needed to do was to walk the path he believed was correct with reverence and determination.
Fuxi, however, had been somewhat worried lately.
The establishment of the Yao Race, the appearance of the Zhou Tian Star Array, and the series of developments in the Heavenly Court were all within his calculations.
The sky of the Primordial World did indeed seem to be slowly becoming higher and more stable.
But for some reason, there was always a lingering worry in his heart.
It was as if the Karma between heaven and earth was becoming increasingly abundant.
Yet, when he tried to deduce its source, he found it difficult to gain anything.
"Xi Emperor, do you truly intend to give all the Karma from establishing the Demon Script to me?" Kunpeng asked from the side, clearly finding it hard to believe.
He had been called by Fuxi to jointly use the he tu luo book to comprehend a type of script that could be used for Legacy within the Yao Race.
Innate Sacred Beings and Innate Beings naturally had a profound understanding of Innate dao patterns and thus did not need scripts to carry their own legacies.
However, the Yao Race had developed to the point where it had absorbed a large number of Acquired Beings.
Their understanding of the Innate dao patterns was much shallower, which was very detrimental to the Legacy and accumulation of the Yao Race's foundation.
Thus, the necessity of a script became apparent.
Hearing Kunpeng's question, Fuxi smiled and said, "This Demon Script was established with most of the effort coming from you, Fellow Daoist. I only provided some assistance, so how can you say I am giving it away?"
Even so, Kunpeng was still somewhat surprised.
It was true that he had put in most of the effort, but the idea was first proposed by Fuxi.
Furthermore, in the Early Stages, it was Fuxi who took the lead, deducing the number of characters, their uses, and the prototypes of various characters.
Then, he continued to deduce in that direction, which led to the emergence of the Demon Script.
Kunpeng's gaze narrowed slightly, a sharp light flickering in his eyes.
Truth be told, the he tu luo book was truly a wonderful treasure for deduction.
Even a single piece carried the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and the two together complemented and perfected each other.
He had never used such a treasure before.
If he could use it for cultivation, his cultivation speed would surely soar...
Seeing that he had stopped moving for a moment, Fuxi said:
"Fellow Daoist, hurry and perform the final step. Establishing the Demon Script is a matter of great Karma."
Hearing this, Kunpeng finally moved his gaze away from the he tu luo book.
He began to comprehend this final step.