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

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the girl with a high ponytail and wearing a crop top.

The female version of Dijiang, who was doing warm-up exercises, was in a state of cognitive collapse.

"What...what is this thing?"

"That vibrant youthful energy, that healthy tan skin..."

"I simply cannot associate him with that guy whose head is full of muscles."

"It reminds me of Dijiang, who looks like a yellow sack!"

The demon master Kunpeng, standing to the side, stroked his chin, his eyes gradually becoming somewhat hazy and profound.

"Indeed... the changes are too great."

"Although it looks a bit disgusting at first glance, and the sense of incongruity is overwhelming."

"But... after looking at it a few more times, I've actually started to get used to it?"

"I even... find this Senior Dijiang quite alluring, making me want to go for a morning run with her?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming turned his head sharply.

He stared intently at Kunpeng with a look of utter horror, as if he were looking at a perverted monster.

He subconsciously took two steps back, increasing the distance between himself and Kunpeng.

"The Demon Master..."

"I'm just joking around and teasing Brother Cihang."

"You're really hungry!"

"You even dare to have ideas about the Ancestral Witch, and this...feminized version at that?"

Just then, Di Jun seemed to have discovered a new continent.

With lightning speed, he pulled out the recording stone.

They took a series of photos of that senior student, Dijiang, from every angle.

"Hahaha, great, fantastic!"

Di Jun put away the memory stone, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with the joy of getting revenge.

"With this footage, our Demon Court will be invincible against the Witch Clan in the future!"

"On the battlefield, as long as I show this scene..."

"In front of billions of demons and witches, what difference does it make whether Di Jiang is dead or alive?!"

"This is what you call a social death blow!"

Rumble!

Before the words were finished, twelve terrifying beams of malevolent energy suddenly shot out from outside the Demon Court, heading straight for the Thirty-Three Heavens.

That was the turbid energy originating from the bloodline of Pangu, violent and ferocious, causing the entire Demon Court to tremble.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you two bastards, get out here!"

"The grandfathers are causing trouble again!"

The arrogant roar resounded through the sky.

Donghuang Taiyi's face darkened, his eyes revealing murderous intent, and he unleashed the Chaos Bell with a roar.

"You bastard!"

"Come by whenever you have nothing to do, come by whenever you have nothing to do!"

"Do you think my Buzhou Mountain is your backyard? Is the Wu tribe never going to stop?!"

Taiyi was about to rush out and fight the Ancestral Witches to the death.

Snapped!

But a hand pressed firmly on his shoulder.

Di Jun stopped Tai Yi, but there was no anger on his face.

Instead, his eyes were full of excitement, and a hint of anticipation even graced his lips.

"Second brother, don't be impulsive!"

"Let him come! He must come!"

"I would be very disappointed if he didn't come in!"

Taiyi was taken aback by his elder brother's sinister expression, which seemed to be inviting him into a trap.

Then I glanced at Dijiang, who was still doing high knees next to me, and suddenly it dawned on me.

"Big brother...that's amazing!"

Zhao Gongming glanced at Di Jun with some surprise, thinking to himself.

"Oh ho ho, this Uncle-Master Di Jun looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he's actually quite cunning?"

"That tactic of inviting guests to a banquet for beheading... no, inviting guests to a banquet for social death, that's pretty well done."

Just then, the arrogant voices of the Twelve Ancestral Witches echoed throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

"Hahaha, little brat Di Jun, are you scared?"

"You coward, today your grandpas are going to tear down a few more of your palaces for fun!"

"Aren't you angry? I'm just asking you, aren't you angry? Hahahaha!"

Faced with such provocation, Di Jun was not angry at all; on the contrary, he responded loudly with great excitement.

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all!"

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, come in quickly, quickly!"

"I have something good to show you. We won't fight today, we'll just catch up!"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang, who was standing outside the door, paused in his steps and scratched his bald head in confusion.

"This old bird...could he be mentally unstable?"

"Never mind, let's go in and see. What are we afraid of?"

With a wave of his hand, Dijiang led his eleven brothers and sisters into the Lingxiao Palace.

However, as soon as they entered, the twelve ancestral witches stopped in their tracks.

Twelve pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the center of the hall.

That energetic female version of Dijiang, making faces at them.

The air froze, and time stood still.

Dijiang looked at the one who resembled him somewhat.

But with her hot figure and ponytail, she was completely dumbfounded.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Before he could react...

Standing behind him was Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, who was known for her gentleness and dignity.

At this moment, her face was flushed red with shame and indignation, and she covered her eyes and screamed.

"ah!"

"Brother, you're a pervert!"

"How could you... how could you look like that? It's disgusting!"

After saying this, Houtu transformed into a streak of earthy yellow light and left in shame and indignation, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Even the usually aloof Xuanming Ancestral Witch sighed, looked at Dijiang with a complicated expression, and shook his head.

"Big brother..."

"I always thought you were a tough guy among our Ancestral Witches, but I never expected..."

"How could you have such a fetish? I'm so disappointed."

After saying that, Xuanming turned and left, his back view resolute.

The remaining powerful figures, such as Zhurong and Gonggong, quietly moved aside.

He deliberately kept his distance from Dijiang, his eyes filled with disdain and wariness.

"Big brother...we really didn't expect you to be so cunning in private."

"Don't call me when you take a shower anymore, I'm scared."

Dijiang: "???"

Noticing the horrified looks from his brothers and sisters around him, Dijiang panicked completely.

He pointed at the female version of himself and roared incoherently.

"No, that's not it!"

"No, I didn't, I don't know!"

"Who the hell did this? This is slander! This is a fabrication!"

"He's slandering me! They're slandering me! You have to believe me!"

Seeing Dijiang's speechless expression, Dijun and Taiyi couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down their faces.

"Hahaha, Dijiang, I never knew you had this side to you!"

"It's potent and flavorful!"

Seeing the scene in chaos, it was the perfect time to make a move.

Zhao Gongming straightened his clothes and took the opportunity to step forward.

He coughed twice, adopting a peacemaker's stance.

"Ahem!"

"Gentlemen, please give me some face."

"How about we sit down and have a calm discussion about the Lich King's Cataclysm?"

Dijiang, who was in a fit of rage, suddenly turned his head, stared at Zhao Gongming with bloodshot eyes, and roared.

"Who are you sending it to?!"

"Who do you think you are to speak here?!"

Faced with the wrath of the Ancestral Witch, Zhao Gongming remained completely calm.

He became even more excited and even got a haircut.

He made an extremely pretentious gesture in front of everyone and said loudly.

"OK!"

"And now, another friend has asked!"

"Speaking of Brother Zhao, how did you acquire your identity?"

"Some things, a person has from birth for the rest of their life!"

"Never born, never will be!"

"I am the last master of weapon crafting in the primordial world, and also your male god!"

"This is Zhao Gongming, the eldest disciple of the outer sect under the tutelage of the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian!"

This combo was executed flawlessly, with a smooth and impressive style.

Dijiang was stunned by this set of words.

But upon hearing the words "under the throne of the Three Pure Ones," he forcibly suppressed his anger.

After all, although the Wu tribe was arrogant, they still had to give some face to the Three Pure Ones, who were the true descendants of Pangu.

"A disciple of a sage?"

Dijiang frowned and glanced at Zhao Gongming.

Then, he glanced at the female version of himself who was still doing stretching exercises.

And next to him was Cihang Daoren, wearing a pink fairy dress and looking utterly dejected.

Dijiang seemed to understand something, and pointing at the mess, he asked Zhao Gongming.

"this……"

"Did you do this?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming slowly turned his head.

He glanced intently at Cihang, who was wearing a white silk miniskirt, beside him.

Then, he touched his chin and said with a serious and regretful expression.

"I have an idea..."

"But it's not dry yet."

"However, I did indeed craft the magic weapon."

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Dijiang: "???"

Cihang: "???"

A huge question mark appeared above everyone's head.

Your answer...

Isn't that a bit too much?