Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Mo Fan's words made the Black Tortoise Saint King look at him sideways, but he didn't say much.

Next, Mo Fan and Yun Rou accompanied the Holy King Xuanwu to visit Black Wind Mountain. When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the banquet was not over yet.

At this moment, all the demons, big or small, gathered at the top of the mountain. It was a black mass, about a hundred thousand people in total, all eating and drinking at the table, as if there was no longer any distinction between them in terms of status and identity. It was a scene of joy.

If a demon toss and turn and clink glasses, then naturally another demon will fall into a deep sleep.

There were even some little demons who started betting under the influence of alcohol, while other demons were watching from the side, cheering excitedly for their favorite players, shouting until their faces turned red and their necks became thick.

This scene did attract the Holy King Xuanwu, but when he scanned with his spiritual sense, he found that they were actually competing in writing some characters.

At first, Xuanwu Saint King did not think it was anything strange, but when he saw those characters, he was embarrassed to find that he could not recognize a single word. He immediately turned to look at Mo Fan and asked, "What kind of nonsense are they writing?"

Yun Rou also subconsciously looked at Mo Fan. She had heard Mo Fan mention the demon language before, but she had never really learned it, so she didn't recognize it.

“Senior, this is not some random thing. The words they wrote are the language of my demon race.” Mo Fan said with a smile.

"WTF?"

"The writing of my demon race?"

Upon hearing this, the Holy King Xuanwu was stunned, then frowned and snorted, "This is simply nonsense! This is the first time I have heard that my demon race has written language in my entire life. Do you think I am easy to fool?"

“You are right, senior. It didn’t exist before, but it exists now, and it was created by me!” Mo Fan grinned.

"You created the words?"

The Holy King Xuanwu was shocked when he heard this, and then he suddenly realized something and couldn't help asking, "A while ago, I sensed that there were strange phenomena in this world. Could it be that it was because of the words you created that caused the merits from heaven to fall?"

"Senior, you are knowledgeable, it is true!"

Mo Fan nodded and admitted generously that the strange phenomenon caused by the merit from heaven was too shocking and it was difficult to hide it from these powerful Saint Kings.

"You are a rare talent, I finally understand why White Tiger Saint King and Fire Phoenix are so optimistic about you!"

The Xuanwu Saint King smacked his lips and said with a look of emotion: "My demon race is born ignorant, and even those who have entered the practice are mostly fools who just eat and wait for death, and they look down on the rules of the human race.

But you are different. You can actually calm down and study writing. You are quite special!"

"Thank you for the compliment, senior!"

Mo Fan smiled slightly, then rolled his eyes and said, "Senior, I want to spread these characters to the various demon regions in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, so that they can become the true characters of the demon race. What do you think?"

"You are very ambitious!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Xuanwu glanced at Mo Fan, then thought for a moment and frowned, saying, "As I said just now, most of my demon race are just idiots who just want to eat and wait for death. I'm afraid they may not be willing to spare the time to learn to read."

"Although words are just a carrier, what they represent is very particular. The great monsters in the various monster realms may not be willing to accept them."

"I naturally understand what the senior said."

Mo Fan smiled, then walked to the edge of the cliff, put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice: "However, the great catastrophe of the hundred years is approaching, and our demon race should establish a new order of its own, so reform is imperative!

Only through order reform can we truly bring together this scattered group of people.

Only in this way can our demon race truly rise!

Since it is a reform, there will definitely be sacrifices. This is the trend and the torrent, and no one can stop it!

Those who go with the flow are destined to have a bright future!

Those who go against the general trend will inevitably be drowned in the torrent of history!"

"Senior, do you think I'm right?"

Mo Fan turned around and looked at the Holy King Xuanwu with a smile on his face.

"You kid, you are only in the early stage of the Ancestral Realm, but you are more arrogant than those Saint Kings. People who don't know would think that you have already broken through to the Saint Realm!"

The Holy King Xuanwu rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I just don't want the things I care about and protect to be destroyed in the century-long catastrophe, so I want to try my best. Only in this way can I truly protect these things!"

Mo Fan whispered, expressing his true thoughts.

"Protect the things you care about..."

Xuanwu Saint King murmured to himself, then sighed, "Nine out of ten things in the world are not what you want, how can it be so easy to get everything you want?

Mortals envy us practitioners for our long lifespans, as we do not have to fear the consequences of life and death.

But we don’t know that we don’t actually have infinite lifespans, and we also envy the freedom of those powerful people, who are truly unafraid of the dangers of the world.

And those powerful ones also envy the immortals in the upper realm, believing that they are the eternal beings who can truly transcend life and death!

But who knows if the immortals in the upper realm have anything they envy?

If so, it means that even immortals cannot control their own destiny and can also encounter unpleasant things, let alone us?"

“Senior, what you said is true, but we always have to strive hard to know whether the result will change. At least there is a slight chance!

As for me, as long as there is a chance for change, I will go all out, so that I will live up to the years and will not regret it in the future!

What's more, we monks are fighting for our lives against the heavens!

Since we set foot on this path of cultivation, we have been trying our best to cross over!"

Mo Fan's words silenced the Black Tortoise Saint King, who then nodded and said, "You are right. I also find the demon language very interesting. You can discuss this with Fatty Xuan."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Fan's face lit up with joy.

He understood that this meant that the Holy King Xuanwu had finally given in!

"Thank you, Senior. In the future, all the demons in the Lingxi Gorge Demon Territory will be grateful for your decision!"

Mo Fan smiled and bowed, then took the Xuanwu Saint King to find Xuan Pangpang who was sleeping soundly.

After Xuanwu Saint King kicked him twice but he still didn’t wake up, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. He immediately stopped paying attention to this guy and suddenly said to Mo Fan: “Since this kid is drunk, let him sleep for a while. I’m leaving now. This kid is left to you!”

"So sudden?"

"Senior, why don't you sit down and have a few drinks before leaving?"

Mo Fan looked at the Holy King Xuanwu in surprise.

"No need. I have stayed here long enough. If I stay any longer, I am afraid that your Holy King will chase me away with a sword..."

The Holy King Xuanwu smiled awkwardly, then disappeared without a trace with a flash of his body.