Chapter 2
The sun and moon revolved, and time flowed leisurely.
In the blink of an eye, three Yuanhuis passed.
Within a tranquil world evolved upon the Sun Star, an immortal palace named the Golden Crow Palace stood quietly. The Fusang sacred tree, which had once reached towering heights like a giant pillar, had transformed into a fiery red sapling only slightly taller than a garden wall, resting within the courtyard of the immortal palace.
At this moment, inside the Golden Crow Palace, Fuguang, who had gained much from his seclusion of three Yuanhuis, was tidying up his attire.
He wore a robe of dark gold daoist cloth. Slung across his back was the Golden Crow Sword, a acquired spiritual treasure forged from branches of the Fusang sacred tree combined with solar immortal metal. In his hand, he held another forged acquired spiritual treasure—the Golden Crow whisk. His black hair was bound with a wooden hairpin.
Aside from a handsome and masculine appearance, he did not look boastful or frivolous.
"To establish oneself and survive—"
Satisfied with his attire, Fuguang nodded in self-appraisal: "One must conceal one's sharpness, cultivate wisdom, and constantly reflect upon one's fortune and actions!"
"Walking across the Primordial World with too much fanfare and drawing too much attention will only invite unnecessary trouble."
"This is just right!"
Do not think such things impossible. In the world before his transmigration, a mere glance or an accidental glare could spark a bloody conflict. How much more so in the perilous Primordial World?
Forget about staring at someone the wrong way. There were those who might directly launch a sneak attack simply because they disliked the way you looked at them. After all, cultivation of the Dao was also cultivation of the mind. Many cultivators in the Primordial World believed firmly in four simple words: If unhappy, fight!
"All preparations complete—"
After checking repeatedly to ensure nothing was amiss and making thorough preparations, Fuguang left the Golden Crow Palace with eyes full of anticipation. Summoning an auspicious cloud, he departed the Sun Star, descended directly through the primordial starry sky, and headed toward the boundless Primordial World.
***
Arriving in the Primordial World, Fuguang did not wander aimlessly. This time, upon descending to the Primordial World, he had set specific tasks and goals for himself. Outside of those tasks, he would not interfere in any other matters whatsoever.
Standing upon the auspicious cloud, light flashed in Fuguang's eyes as he pondered inwardly:
"The Myriad Races stand tall in the Primordial World, each possessing its own unique inherited script, completely incompatible with the others!"
"The Innate Divine have their own Dao inheritances, which directly carry the inscriptions of heaven and earth."
"From the very beginning of the creation of heaven and earth until the present era, no universal script suitable for all living beings has yet appeared."
"Until—"
"After the Demon Race emerged, a relatively unified faction encompassing countless tribal living beings, the Demon Master Kunpeng synthesized the scripts of tens of thousands of races to create the demon script. Only then did a truly universal script appear in the Primordial World."
"After the demon script, once the Human Race became the protagonists of heaven and earth, the human sage Cangjie created an even more universal human script."
"From then on—"
"The Heavenly Dao Merit that could be gained from creating a script was completely and thoroughly exhausted."
At this point, Fuguang's purpose in leaving the Sun Star and coming to the Primordial World needed no further explanation.
It was precisely to acquire the Heavenly Dao Merit of creating a script!
He had no intention of walking the path of an emperor, nor did he plan to unite the Myriad Races of the Primordial World. Thus, the opportunity for that fellow Kunpeng to comprehend and create the demon script would never arise for him.
In that case, the merit of creating a script might very well be seized by himself!
The Heavenly Dao is utterly impartial and selfless. As long as one accomplishes deeds that aid the evolution of heaven and earth and assist the growth of all living beings, obtaining Heavenly Dao Merit is only right and proper.
Creating a universally accessible script benefits the inheritance of the common masses and allows them to grow step by step. This was naturally an act of great merit!
As long as he succeeded, the descent of heavenly merit would be all but guaranteed.
The person who created the script could be Kunpeng, or it could be the future acquired living being Cangjie. Then—why couldn't it be himself, Fuguang, an Innate Divine born from the Sun Star?
"Act according to plan!" Fuguang raised a finger and made a divination:
"First, I shall visit some races that possess inherited scripts, and then I will visit the Three Innate Clans to borrow the Dragon Script, Phoenix Chapters, and Qilin Slips."
"First target—"
"The Fox Clan."
***
Leisurely pools mirrored drifting clouds while seasons turned and stars shifted. Before he knew it, an entire Yuanhui passed as Fuguang journeyed to visit various races of the Primordial World.
Near the East Sea, within a once-glorious Shark-person clan, Fuguang prepared to take his leave. He had already obtained the inherited script of the Shark-person clan and had stayed there to expound the Dao for them for a hundred years.
Before his departure, the patriarch of the Shark-person clan—a newly advanced practitioner of the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm—came out to see him off with an exceptionally respectful attitude.
Holding the Golden Crow whisk in his hand, Fuguang nodded in return without a trace of arrogance:
"There is no need to see me off further."
"This time, I borrowed your clan's inherited script and expounded the Dao for your clan for a hundred years. Our karma is now settled, and we owe each other nothing."
"Now that this matter is concluded, I take my leave!"
With those words, Fuguang flicked his whisk, a golden auspicious cloud rose beneath his feet, and he drifted away in leisure.
Watching Fuguang depart, the Shark-person patriarch sighed softly, then bowed deeply in the direction he had left:
"Respectful farewell, Senior!"
She had originally hoped to use this opportunity to forge a connection of affinity with a mighty expert of the Da Luo Golden Immortal Realm, but this senior was utterly unwilling to tie down even the slightest bit of good karma, which she found truly regrettable.
Yet she had not suffered a loss either.
During the hundred years of expounding the Dao, several juniors in the Shark-person clan had achieved breakthroughs, and even she herself had gained profound insights. Perhaps, she could use this to take another step forward and stabilize her realm at the Early Taiyi Golden Immortal level!
All in all, she had not lost out.
Her only regret was that she had simply wanted more.