Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

Kunlun Mountain, Main Peak Square.

With the decree of the sage issued, the square was now packed with people, a veritable gathering of immortals.

Fortunately, most of those remaining in the square were second- or third-generation disciples of the three religions and the Western religion, or younger generations of independent cultivators.

Those quasi-saints who came from the Zixiao Palace were arranged to watch the ceremony on the cloud platform high in the clouds.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Gongming walked with measured steps from his cave dwelling to the center of the plaza.

Wherever he went, whether it was the Xuandu sect of the Human Sect or the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

Even the immortals of the Jie Sect and disciples of the Western Sect cast admiring and fearful glances at them.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhao!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother Gongming!"

"Senior brother, um... I wanted to ask if there are any magical artifacts that don't require wearing a skirt?"

Zhao Gongming waved with a smile, and the other nodded.

He patted him on the shoulder, looking exactly like a leader inspecting work.

"Greetings, fellow cultivators! You've worked hard!"

"The magic weapon is easy to handle. As long as the materials are in place, and the technique... cough, I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the results!"

After making his rounds, Zhao Gongming didn't join in the fun. Instead, he pulled Lu Ya and Cihang along.

These two unfortunate brothers quietly squatted in a corner of the square.

The three of them maintained the standard Asian squat, holding sunflower seeds in their hands, and staring up at the cloud platform high in the sky.

There, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Styx Ancestor, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Demon Court Emperor Jun Taiyi were present.

The Ten Great Demon Saints, Demon Master Kunpeng, the Eastern King Duke, the Western Queen Mother, and other top-tier beings from the primordial world were seated in rows.

Even from a great distance, the tense atmosphere was palpable, even to the ants on the ground.

While cracking sunflower seeds, Zhao Gongming asked as if he were watching a good show.

"Hey, what do you guys say?"

"Those bigwigs up there have been grudges for ages. They've all gathered together today; surely they won't start a fight?"

Lu Ya peeled a peanut and said calmly.

"Don't worry, senior brother, my father knows what he's doing. He'll definitely keep a straight face in this kind of situation."

"However... Uncle Dijiang is another story. You know how sharp his tongue is."

Cihang was speechless, looking at Zhao Gongming with a blank expression.

"Junior brother, are you hoping for a fight to break out?"

"This is the Kunlun Holy Scripture; fighting about it will benefit no one, will it?"

Zhao Gongming curled his lip and said confidently.

"Pshaw, what's the point of living if there's no fun in the world?"

"Who's like you, born to be a comedian, with a natural sense of humor, whose life is a huge source of amusement?"

"you!!"

Cihang's defenses crumbled instantly, and her fair face flushed red at a visible speed.

White steam even rose from his head, and his whole body turned red.

"Zhao Gongming, I'll fight you to the death!"

Just as Cihang was about to strangle Zhao Gongming.

"Hey, hey, stop fooling around, look up there!"

Zhao Gongming suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly.

"A fight is about to break out! A fight is really about to break out!"

……

On the cloud platform, Dijiang sat in his seat, but he was quite restless.

He looked around, touching the armrests of the seat and picking at his fingernails.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the Styx Ancestor opposite him, who was dressed in a blood-red robe and exuded a murderous aura.

Dijiang's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, feigning surprise.

"Oh dear, isn't this Fellow Daoist Styx?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're still alive?"

The Styx Ancestor, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes with a throbbing vein on his forehead upon hearing this.

"Dijiang, can't you speak properly?"

"I will remain in the Netherworld Blood Sea, create the Asura race, establish the Asura Cult, and awe the world!"

"Are you saying I'm alive or not? Why are you being so sarcastic?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang snorted twice, crossed his arms, and spoke in an extremely sarcastic tone.

"Oh~~~"

"So it was that person who imitated the saint Nuwa to create the Asura race, but failed to become a saint..."

"And yet, the Styx Ancestor, who once imitated the Three Pure Ones to establish a great religion in the West, still hasn't become a saint!"

"I remember now, it was quite a commotion back then, all bark and no bite!"

"What? After all that effort, you're still just a quasi-saint? How embarrassing."

Click!

The wine cup in the hand of the Styx Ancestor was crushed into powder.

Hard!

The fist has hardened!

His murderous aura instantly surged, and the two killing swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, hummed behind him.

On the contrary, Dijiang showed no fear whatsoever, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the magic weapon.

"Emperor Jiang!"

Styx gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Don't force me to slap you at the grandest ceremony!"

The Styx River was about to go berserk.

Di Jun, who was sitting not far away, suddenly stood up and reminded him with a serious expression.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, calm down!"

"Don't fall for the trap! Under no circumstances should you take action!"

"He's fishing for you; he's trying to scam you out of your magic weapon!"

Styx was stunned, his face full of confusion.

"You're trying to extort my magic weapon? What do you mean? I don't understand."

When Dijiang saw that his scheme had been exposed, he was not embarrassed. He chuckled and gave Styx a meaningful look.

"It's alright, Brother Styx, you'll understand later."

Immediately, Dijiang turned to look at Dijun, who had ruined his plans, and scolded him with a stern face.

"Shut up, you scruffy bird!"

"You talk too much, don't ruin my plans!"

boom!

Before Di Jun could speak, Donghuang Taiyi, who was standing next to him, exploded.

The Chaos Bell was instantly summoned, hovering above his head, unleashing its immense power as a supreme innate treasure, suppressing the void.

"Emperor Jiang!"

"What did you just call me 'brother'?!"

"Want to fight? Come on, I'll spar with you!"

In an instant, tensions rose on the cloud platform, with the auras of the demon race and the witch race clashing violently, while the Styx River also sharpened its blade in a show of force.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, the two victims, acted as peacemakers at this moment, offering their advice with bitter expressions.

"Hey, we're all good brothers, it's not that serious."

"Please, everyone, give me some face and stop fighting, please stop fighting!"

In the corner, Dongwanggong ate melon seeds while inwardly shouting.

"Let's fight! Let's fight!"

"I want to see rivers of blood flow, and I'd love to beat that scoundrel Dijiang to death!"

The Queen Mother of the West, the Ten Demon Saints, and the other Ancestral Witches were completely bewildered.

What's wrong with these people?

"The atmosphere is weird... Why do I feel like there's some kind of secret they're hiding?"

Just when the situation was about to get out of control.

hum!

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and purple clouds came from the east!

The supreme and unparalleled majesty of the six sages descended upon Kunlun Mountain simultaneously!

The Three Pure Ones, the Two Western Saints, and the Goddess Nuwa arrived together.

"quiet!"

With a soft shout, Lao Tzu's words became law, and the entire room fell silent instantly, all arguments and hostility vanishing without a trace.

Lao Tzu sat calmly on a cloud, his gaze serene, and slowly spoke.

"The Kunlun Sacred Codex officially begins."

"The purpose of this grand event is to exchange ideas and discuss principles, without dwelling on grudges or the past."

"A fighting arena is set up in the center of the square, where disciples of the four sects and independent cultivators from all sides can come up and compete with each other if they are of the same cultivation level."

"Do not kill; stop when you've made your move."

"We will adopt a series of victories; the more consecutive wins we achieve, the richer the rewards bestowed by our sages!"

These words caused a stir in the audience.

A saint's reward!

That's an incredible opportunity!

However, just as Zhao Gongming was preparing to see who would be the first to go up and die.

He suddenly felt the air around him vibrate.

Turning his head, he saw Huanglong Zhenren, who had approached him at some point.

He was bowing his head, his shoulders trembling violently, and his hands clenched into fists.

A strange and fanatical glint flashed in his eyes.

He seemed possessed, muttering incoherently to himself.

"To be famous... I want to be famous..."

"A meteoric rise... today!"

"The river flows east for thirty thousand years, then west for thirty thousand years!"

Never underestimate a young person's potential!

"Today, I, Huanglong, will show all living beings in this primordial world who the true protagonist is!"

Zhao Gongming was dumbfounded and subconsciously moved to the side.

"Holy crap..."

"Is this child... possessed?"

"How many 'loser' novels have you read? You're totally immersed in them!"

[Huanglong, the Four-No True Man, begs for more updates!]