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

Dijiang lay on a stretcher, faking an accident, while Zhujiuyin sang a song to summon the Dayun heavy truck.

Donghuang Taiyi brandished his cleaver like a mad dog, hacking wildly, while Dongwanggong was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands, crying for his parents.

Di Jun, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, looked down at his own golden armor, which was getting better and better with each fight, and sighed helplessly.

"well……"

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Such a wonderful moment, such a satisfying brawl."

"I'm actually unable to participate because I'm a purely defensive magical artifact?"

"If you can only get beaten up but not hit back, half the fun is gone!"

Di Jun's eyes were filled with envy, and he secretly made up his mind.

"No, I must find my nephew Zhao Gongming when I get the chance and have him forge me a new offensive magic weapon!"

"I also want the kind that can torture people to death!"

……

Meanwhile, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, deep within the chaos, lies the Purple Cloud Palace.

In the eternal silence, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had always been in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes seemed to contain the endless cycle of starlight and death, indifferent yet profound.

Hongjun's fingers twitched slightly, and he began to calculate the secrets of heaven.

After a moment, he frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"strangeness……"

"The general trend of Heaven cannot be changed, but minor trends can be altered."

"Logically speaking, the Wu and Yao races should have already engaged in several large-scale conflicts by now, and the aura of the Great Calamity should be permeating the primordial world."

"But why...has the Lich Cataclysm not truly erupted yet?"

"On the contrary, there's a... strange sense of peace?"

Hongjun shook his head, his expression returning to calm.

"That's enough, that's enough."

"It's a good thing that there was no outbreak, so that the entire prehistoric world would not be devastated and I would have to clean up the mess."

"That would be excellent."

Immediately, Hongjun sensed the change in the fortune of humanity.

"Humanity's fortune is at its peak, with a faint but soaring momentum."

"The Heavenly Dao indicates that the positions of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are about to be formed, and it is time for the human race, the protagonist of heaven and earth, to rise completely."

With this in mind, Hongjun decided to take a look at the situation in the lower realm.

"Let me see how the human race has developed these days."

hum!

Hongjun waved his hand casually, and ripples spread across the void in front of him.

A giant water mirror materialized out of thin air, its image pointing directly to Shouyang Mountain, the ancestral home of the human race.

However, the moment the image became clear...

The kind, serene, and all-encompassing smile on Dao Ancestor Hongjun's face instantly froze.

In the scene, Dongwanggong, dressed as a fisherman, is bruised and battered, being tossed around by a group of trucks.

Dijiang lay on the stretcher, rolling around wildly and trying to extort money from people.

Donghuang Taiyi, his face covered in blood, chased after people like a mad dog, wielding a cleaver.

Zhu Jiuyin was singing passionately there.

"From Qingdao, Shandong (license plate number Lu B)..."

Not far away, Zhao Gongming lay on a rocking chair, cracking melon seeds and whistling to make noise.

Di Jun clapped and cheered from the sidelines, looking regretful that he hadn't been able to participate.

"..."

Hongjun rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.

I looked at it again, and it still looked the same!

"this……"

"What the hell is going on?!"

Having traversed countless eons in the primordial world, defeated the Demon Ancestor Rahu, and merged with the Dao, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's mentality has now collapsed.

"I have merely been in seclusion for many years, cultivating to achieve Dao unity, and have not been involved in much affairs..."

"Why has the primordial world become like this?!"

"Is this still the same primordial world where the strong prey on the weak and where immortals exude an aura of detachment?"

Hongjun's eyes narrowed, and he instantly became alert.

"Could it be...?"

"Could it be that a wisp of Rahu's divine soul, which fled to the Chaos Realm back then, has been resurrected?"

"Are you here to wreak havoc on my primordial world again?"

"What kind of new demonic formation is this?"

"How could even a Quasi-Saint be reduced to this state?!"

……

Above Shouyang Mountain, just as Dongwanggong was about to be killed.

hum!

A supreme and boundless holy might descended without warning.

All the laws of heaven and earth seemed to freeze at this moment.

The heavy truck disappeared, the machete froze, and the stretcher remained still.

An old man dressed in a purple robe and holding a bamboo cane appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield.

Dao Ancestor, Hongjun!

Hongjun remained expressionless and casually unleashed a burst of magical power.

boom! boom! boom!

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Donghuang Taiyi were locked in a fierce battle.

They were instantly pushed aside by a gentle yet irresistible force, and separated to both sides.

When everyone looked closely, they were terrified.

"The Dao... the Dao Ancestor?!"

"teacher?!"

The once arrogant and domineering bigwigs instantly became more docile than quails, quickly straightening their clothes and bowing respectfully.

"Disciple greets Master!"

Only the Eastern King Duke seemed to see a savior, a father figure.

"Teacher!"

With his face bruised and swollen, and his clothes in tatters, Dong Wanggong rushed over, tumbling and crawling.

She grabbed Hongjun's leg and cried her heart out.

"Teacher, you've finally arrived!"

"You must do justice for your disciple!"

"They bullied me, waaaaah! They ganged up on me, tried to extort money from me, and even ran me over with a car!"

"This disciple is so pitiful, waaaaah!"

Hongjun looked down at the male immortal leader who was clinging to his leg, tears streaming down his face, and his lips twitched slightly.

He looked at Di Jun beside him with some doubt and asked in a deep voice.

"Di Jun, what's going on?"

"You are the overlords of the primordial world, why are you...fighting here? What kind of behavior is this?"

Di Jun quickly stepped forward and explained with a righteous expression.

"Reporting back to the teacher!"

"This is actually a misunderstanding!"

"Originally, it was my brother and I, along with the brothers Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, who were here for a friendly exchange of skills."

"As a result, Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong insisted on coming to cause trouble and even spoke rudely."

"He asked for it; we acted in... you know, in self-defense!"

Hongjun sighed helplessly.

Although he was in harmony with the Dao, he was not blind. With a casual calculation, he instantly understood the cause and effect.

"Another magic weapon?"

"Is it all because of that strange magical artifact crafted by that disciple of the Jie Sect named Zhao Gongming?"

Hongjun's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on Zhao Gongming, who was hiding at the very back of the group.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming had already seen Hongjun appear.

He had the foresight to hide behind Xuan Du.

He bowed his head, bowing respectfully, barely daring to breathe, wishing he could bury himself in the ground.

"You can't see me...you can't see me..."

However, Hongjun's gaze lingered on him for a moment.

A strange glint flashed in his eyes, but he didn't immediately point it out.

He turned to look at Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, and reprimanded them with a stern face.

"Ultimately, it was you two brothers who started this trouble."

"Why aren't you staying in the Pangu Temple? What are you doing singing 'License Plate Song'?"

"If you two find life meaningless, go find a bad day to die, don't embarrass yourselves here!"

Dijiang is known for his thick skin.

Upon hearing this, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he scratched his head, chuckled, and asked with a look of eager curiosity.

"teacher……"

Why choose a bad day?

"Is it true that dying on a good day is unlucky?"

Hongjun glanced at him and said irritably.

"Because you two left, the bad days have turned into good days!"

"..."

Dijiang's smile froze on his face.

After reprimanding the troublemakers, Hongjun flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Gongming.

Xuandu was startled and quickly pulled Zhao Gongming to bow again.

Zhao Gongming stared blankly at the simple cloth shoes in front of him, his heart pounding wildly.

"Master...Master?"

"What's going on? Are they cleaning house?"

Hongjun looked at Zhao Gongming with a smile on his face and asked in a gentle tone.

"These magical artifacts...were all crafted by you?"

Zhao Gongming swallowed hard, about to reply, "Reporting to the clerk, actually..."

Just then, Dijiang, who was not far away, suddenly jumped up excitedly.

Pointing at Zhao Gongming, he shouted out the answer in a children's song style.

"It's him! It's him! It's definitely him!"

"Our weapon-forging prodigy, Zhao! Gong! Ming!!"

Swish!

Zhao Gongming's face instantly turned green, then blue, then purple.

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Dijiang, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"You're going to die, Dijiang!"

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"

Hongjun was also taken aback by the shout, then nodded slightly, his eyes showing more appreciation as he looked at Zhao Gongming.

"Not bad, although the methods are... a bit unique."

"But this method can be used to resolve the malevolent energy of the Lich's Calamity."

"Let these brutes vent their energy on humiliation, instead of killing..."

"You're quite a talent."

Zhao Gongming was taken aback, then overjoyed.

This is... being praised by the Dao Ancestor?

"Perfect."

With a flick of his whisk, Hongjun enveloped Zhao Gongming with a gentle force.

"There are important matters to discuss at Zixiao Palace, concerning both the human race and the Great Tribulation."

"Then you shall come with me."

After saying that, Hongjun waved his sleeve and disappeared from the spot, taking the bewildered Zhao Gongming with him.

At the same time, a grand Daoist voice resounded in the ears of the six sages of the primordial world.

"All sages, come quickly to the Purple Cloud Palace for a meeting!"

[Please urge me to update! This humble Zhao Gongming begs for more updates!]