Tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye—merely a flick of a finger to a Chaos Demon God.
"It worked."
At this moment, within the central dojo of Chaos City, Gu Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze shining with exhilaration.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before him, three thousand Great Dao Scriptures floated, each exuding a different radiance, resembling the grand tomes of later generations.
Each Dao Scripture contained an infinite repository of Dao Laws, densely inscribed with primordial Chaos Runes and an abundance of ancient Demon God texts.
Truthfully, during this time, Gu Chuan had not spent much effort comprehending the Three Thousand Daos within the Good Fortune Jade Plate. Instead, he had relied on the Chaos Eight Trigrams Technique to continuously scan and replicate the essence of the Three Thousand Daos from the jade plate, transcribing them into physical Dao Scriptures.
After all, the Good Fortune Jade Plate was Pangu's personal treasure. Though Pangu had entrusted it to him, the day would inevitably come when he would have to return it.
Since that was the case, he might as well transcribe all the knowledge within the jade plate. This way, even after returning it, he could continue gaining insights from the Dao Scriptures he had created.
However, the vastness of the Three Thousand Daos recorded within the Good Fortune Jade Plate was beyond imagination.
Even with his strength, having already comprehended eighty-one Daos, it had taken him tens of thousands of years to refine the Chaos Eight Trigrams Technique to perfection, allowing him to successfully extract and compile the essence of these Daos into written form.
Now, he could return the Good Fortune Jade Plate to Pangu without regret, for its knowledge had already been preserved.
"The Scriptures of the Great Dao!"
Gu Chuan gazed at the three thousand Dao Scriptures floating before him with deep satisfaction. Each one had been meticulously crafted through painstaking effort, utilizing the Dao of Life, the Dao of Creation, and the Dao of Transformation.
Moreover, these were not mere books but powerful Dao Treasures, each possessing its own unique form and boundless power.
For example, the Scripture of Fire manifested as a crimson tome, resembling a blazing inferno. When opened, every page revealed a different Primordial Chaos Flame, each possessing its own mysterious essence.
The Scripture of Water took the shape of a deep-blue tome. Flipping through its pages was akin to gazing upon an endless azure ocean, each page containing a different divine water formed within the chaos.
The Scripture of Time appeared as a black-and-white book, its cover resembling a great clock whose hands turned unceasingly, marking the infinite flow of time.
The Scripture of Space was a transparent volume radiating immense spatial energy. Each of its pages formed an intricate spatial labyrinth—layer upon layer—seemingly stretching into infinity, making it impossible to ever fully escape.
The Scripture of Worlds shimmered in a myriad of colors, its pages each forming a boundless realm, encompassing the cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, embodying the vastness of the Five Elements Universe.
Similarly, each of the remaining Dao Scriptures possessed its own distinctive traits, embodying the profound essence of its respective Dao, representing the pinnacle of its domain.
But more importantly—these scriptures were not dead objects. They were alive.
Yes, they were living beings.
Through countless supranatural arts, spells, and the fusion of each Dao's essence, these Dao Scriptures had been granted sentience, complete with their own three ethereal souls and seven corporeal spirits, bringing them to life.
"Quack! I'm alive! I am the master of flames! I shall burn all that exists and make the world feel the pain! I am the mightiest Dao Scripture by my master's side!"
The Scripture of Fire, formed from the Dao of Fire, erupted in blazing flames. Its crimson cover twisted and shifted, forming a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth. A pair of arms sprouted from its sides, and even legs emerged beneath it.
Hands on its hips, it let out a wild laugh, exuding an air of unrestrained arrogance—like an impassioned youth in his rebellious phase.
"Heh, foolish Scripture of Fire. Your tiny flames? I could extinguish them with a mere droplet of my waters. And yet you dream of turning the world to ashes? Keep dreaming!"
The Scripture of Water scoffed, its sapphire-blue pages shimmering like liquid waves.
"Shut up, you damn water logging! A single wisp of my flames could vaporize you into nothingness! A mere Scripture of Water dares to challenge the great Scripture of Fire?"
The Scripture of Fire flared up in fury, leaping up in rage.
"Vaporize me?! Hah! Just try it, you walking matchstick! Let's see who truly reigns supreme!"
The Scripture of Water fumed, practically boiling over in anger.
"Bring it on! I'm not afraid of you!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Scripture of Fire and the Scripture of Water lunged at each other, their pages clashing midair as fire and water collided in an explosive battle.
"Cease this foolishness at once! Is this how you behave before our master?"
The Scripture of Metal, forged from the Dao of Metal, strode forth to mediate the quarrel. Its golden surface gleamed like polished steel, exuding an unyielding aura of dominance.
"Out of my way, Metalhead! This has nothing to do with you!"
With a loud bam, the Scripture of Fire sent the Scripture of Metal flying, slamming it into the wall with tremendous force.
"You dare strike me?! I came to keep the peace, and you attack me instead?!"
The Scripture of Metal, ever quick to anger, roared in indignation and charged back into the fray.
"Hahaha! A fight? Count me in!"
The Scripture of Earth and the Scripture of Wood watched in exhilaration. Unable to resist the urge, they too dived into the chaotic melee, their pages flapping wildly.
In an instant, the once-peaceful dojo became a battlefield of rampaging Dao Scriptures.
Meanwhile, in the darkest corner of the room, a cluster of black tomes lurked in eerie silence. They exuded an aura of endless darkness and unfathomable malice, their presence sending chills down one's spine.
"I just want to die... I long to sink into eternal darkness... But why... why can't I die? Why can't I disappear forever?"
The Scripture of Darkness, born from the Dao of Darkness, murmured forlornly, its cover curling into an abyssal spiral as it attempted various methods of self-destruction.
Yet no matter what it tried, it simply could not perish. This realization filled it with immense distress.
"Curse… curse them all… Those joyful fools… Those with friends… Those with lovers… I curse them to eternal suffering! I curse them all to misfortune! Fwahahaha!"
The Scripture of Curses, born from the Dao of Curses, let out a spine-chilling cackle. Its ink-black pages were adorned with countless twisted Chaos Runes, forming the faces of shrieking skulls.
Hunched in a dark corner, it scrawled malevolent symbols in the air, attempting to cast misfortune upon its fellow Dao Scriptures.
And so, amidst the chaos of battle and eerie lamentations, the living Dao Scriptures revealed their bizarre and unruly nature…