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

Thirty-three heavens away, Zixiao Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon, with the illusory image of the Jade Disc of Creation flowing around him, his aura unfathomable.

He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of curiosity flashing in them, and chuckled as he murmured...

"Judging by the time, the great calamity of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race should be reaching its climax soon."

"I wonder how that little fellow Zhao Gongming has handled things?"

"I hope it's not too outrageous... although I know it's difficult."

With a mix of trepidation and anticipation, Hongjun casually waved his hand and unleashed the Mirror Flower Water Moon Great Divine Power.

hum!

A giant water mirror condensed in the void, instantly making the scene of the Zhuolu battlefield clearly visible.

However, after just one glance, Hongjun's usually placid face instantly froze.

This scene was one he would never forget.

All cultivators who possessed magical artifacts crafted by Zhao Gongming were now displaying their unique abilities, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

"A curved blade slices through a red rose!"

Xuanyuan is dancing the social dance.

"That's all unnecessary!"

Chi You was kicking wildly.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Lü Yue was stomping his feet.

……

"I'm Nick Cheung!"

Jin Ling is slashing people.

In an instant, the entire human battlefield descended into chaos.

The background music was a jumbled mess, the dance moves were chaotic, it was practically a prehistoric version of a large-scale team-building event in a mental hospital.

Hongjun was completely dumbfounded, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"this……"

"This kid did get things done before, but the process..."

"Is doing this really reliable? Does it truly align with the natural order and the will of Heaven?"

However, just as Hongjun was about to intervene.

His all-seeing eyes suddenly pierced through appearances and saw the essence.

boom!

Hongjun was instantly shocked.

He clearly sensed that in this seemingly absurd, chaotic, and unserious frolicking...

The terrifying calamity and malevolent energy that should have been looming over the heads of both the human and the lich races.

It was laughed away at an astonishing speed?!

That's right, I was overwhelmed by this abstract atmosphere!

Cause and effect are resolved in the midst of fighting, and the sins of killing are extinguished in the death of the community.

"hiss!"

Hongjun gasped, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"A genius! Zhao Gongming is simply a genius!"

"To resolve a great calamity with joy, to replace life and death with social death... this is true wisdom!"

……

At the Battle of Zhuolu, the human race was engaged in a fierce and chaotic battle.

Rumble!

The sky cracked open, and boundless golden light of heavenly merit suddenly descended!

The magnitude of this merit is so great that it even surpasses that of the previous two emperors.

The golden light split into many parts, with the largest portion falling into the body of Emperor Xuanyuan.

One portion fell into the body of Chi You, and the other into the body of Guang Chengzi, the teacher of the Human Emperor.

The rest transformed into a shower of golden rain, which fell upon everyone present who participated in the performance, ensuring that each person received something, however small.

hum!

Chi You was bathed in merit, and the bloodline of the Wu tribe within him merged with the fortune of the human race.

He instantly broke through to the early stage of Quasi-Saint, and at the same time regained his previous memories.

Chi You stopped his flying kick, looked at the bean shoes in his hand, and gave a bitter smile.

He then bowed respectfully to Xuanyuan, his expression serene.

"I am Chi You of the Wu tribe, and also Chi You of the Jiuli tribe."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, you have won this battle."

"This throne of the Human Emperor is rightfully yours; I submit!"

Xuanyuan also attained the status of Human Emperor through merit and virtue, and thus entered the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

He put away the tiger tally, stopped swaying, and returned the greeting to Chi You.

"Brother Chi You, you flatter me. The Jiuli and Youxiong are originally one family!"

With the business concluded, the disciples of the four sects, including Lu Ya and other juniors, all blushed.

He quickly put away his abstract magical artifact.

Pretend that the person who went crazy just now wasn't you.

Everything returned to normal.

Only... in a corner of the battlefield.

Dijiang was still lying on that broken stretcher, clinging tightly to Donghuang Taiyi's leg, frantically trying to extort money.

"I'm not getting up!"

"You scraggly bird, you had a good time hacking me down, didn't you?"

"You think you can marry my sister without at least ten or eight innate treasures?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Donghuang Taiyi's forehead veins bulged, the Chaos Bell in his hand hummed, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Brother-in-law, don't force me!"

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you with a Chaos Bell!!"

"I've already given the betrothal gifts to Houtu, and you still want more?!"

The two remained locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.

Just then.

Om-!

An aura of supreme power descended.

Suddenly, the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared.

The very next second, Dijiang, who had been lying on the ground acting like a scoundrel, suddenly...

Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, his body standing ramrod straight, and he even straightened his clothes as he did so.

His face was full of respect for his teacher, and he bowed respectfully to Hongjun.

"Disciple Dijiang greets Master and wishes Master a long and prosperous life!"

The sudden change of expression left Donghuang Taiyi completely dumbfounded, pointing at Dijiang.

"No, it's you... How the hell did you change your tune so quickly? Where did that scoundrel attitude go?"

Dijiang, contrary to his usual behavior, turned to look at Taiyi seriously and reprimanded him righteously.

"Taiyi, you must be respectful and courteous when meeting your teacher!"

"How dare you utter such foul language! What kind of behavior is this?!"

Donghuang Taiyi: "???"

"Damn it..." Taiyi lost his composure and almost smashed the Chaos Bell over there.

"Alright."

Hongjun remained expressionless and casually waved his hand.

call!

A gentle breeze blew by, and Dijiang and Donghuang Taiyi hadn't even reacted yet.

They were swept away and turned into two shooting stars that disappeared into the sky.

Hongjun's calm voice came through.

"If you want to argue, go argue somewhere else."

"Don't get in my way."

After clearing the area, Hongjun's gaze swept over the crowd.

They focused precisely on Zhao Gongming, who was preparing to sneak away.

"Zhao Gongming".

Zhao Gongming froze, then quickly turned and bowed, saying, "Your grand-disciple is here!"

Hongjun nodded slightly, his tone gentle.

"Well done."

"Now, of the three sovereigns and five emperors of the human race, three sovereigns are in charge, the fortune is at its peak, and the foundation is stable."

"As for the remaining five emperors, just follow the steps. You can take your fellow disciples and look around at yourselves. Don't worry about it too much."

"I have a new task for you."

Zhao Gongming was taken aback: "A new mission?"

Hongjun waved his sleeve and said, "Come with me to Zixiao Palace."

……

Chaos, Purple Cloud Palace.

Zhao Gongming followed Hongjun to the Taoist ancestor's temple once again.

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Master..."

"You called me here, could it be... you're also here to refine a magical artifact?"

"Although you are the Dao Ancestor, the rules cannot be broken; we need the necessary materials..."

Upon hearing this, Hongjun smiled and shook his head, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"I have already merged with the Heavenly Dao; what use do I have for those magical treasures?"

"I called you here because someone wants to see you."

As he spoke, Hongjun clapped his hands lightly and addressed the empty hall.

"You're all back now, aren't you going to come out and greet my grand-disciple?"

"Why are you hiding?"

hum!

The space inside Zixiao Palace suddenly fluctuated violently, as if some enormous creature was squeezing in.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of an old Taoist priest, dressed in a green robe, with white hair and beard, and eyebrows that reached the ground, slowly appeared.

The aura emanating from this person was in no way weaker than that of Hongjun, and even exuded a sense of spatial freedom that transcended the Heavenly Dao!

As soon as the man appeared, he glanced at Hongjun and teased him.

"Old man Hongjun, your Zixiao Palace is still so deserted."

"Tens of thousands of yuan have disappeared. You're becoming more and more humane, aren't you?"

"You've even learned how to take care of children?"

Hongjun wasn't angry; he simply pointed at Zhao Gongming.

The old Taoist turned around, his gaze falling on Zhao Gongming. He looked him up and down, a hint of amazement in his eyes.

"Is this the little guy who made such a mess of the primordial world?"

"That's interesting."

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly at Zhao Gongming and spoke calmly.

"This humble Taoist is the Great Immortal Yangmei!"

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