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

Deep within the chaos, in the Purple Cloud Palace, the six sages arrived together at the summons of the Dao Ancestor.

However, when Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, and the two Western Saints entered the main hall.

When they saw Zhao Gongming standing obediently beside Hongjun, massaging the legs of the Dao Ancestor, they were all dumbfounded.

"Gong Ming?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"What are you doing here? The Dao Ancestor is summoning the Sages, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Gongming stopped what he was doing, sighed, and said with a weary expression.

"Master, this is a long story..."

The Master of the Heavenly Sect was an impatient man, and waved his hand.

"Then get to the point!"

Zhao Gongming blinked, looking completely innocent.

"But... this is a long story."

Tongtian: "..."

Tongtian's lips twitched, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Then shut up!"

At this moment, Taiqing Laozi stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Hongjun, and asked.

"Teacher, what urgent matter has summoned us here today?"

Before Hongjun could even speak...

Clang!

Suddenly, as if in a stress response, the Tongtian Sect Leader drew the Four Immortal Execution Swords behind him, their killing intent surging, and shouted excitedly.

"Teacher, has the Demon Ancestor Rahu returned?!"

"I knew that old bastard wouldn't give up. That was just the prelude, wasn't it?"

"Let me handle this. This time, I'm going to use the Immortal Slaughtering Formation to teach him a lesson!"

"Let him know what a powerful master like him really is!"

Looking at Tongtian, he seemed eager to start the fight immediately.

Hongjun Daozu, sitting upright on his cloud bed, sighed deeply, feeling a headache coming on.

"Reaching for the heavens..."

Hongjun looked at him helplessly and scolded him.

"Is all you think about is fighting?"

"You're just hoping for a fight, aren't you?"

"You're unhappy about the peace of the primordial world, aren't you?"

"If you win, you get a scolding from me; if you lose, you have to go back and recuperate. You think you're so great? Put your sword away!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader shrank back after being scolded, reluctantly sheathed the Zhuxian Sword, and muttered to himself.

"If you don't want to fight, then don't fight. Why are you being so fierce..."

"Pfft!"

Standing behind Hongjun, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh when he saw his master's embarrassed expression.

The Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly turned his head and gave Zhao Gongming a sharp look.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Gongming immediately put on a stern face and said in a serious tone.

"I remembered something happy."

Tongtian squinted.

"What's making you happy?"

Zhao Gongming: "My wife is giving birth."

Snapped!

The Tongtian Sect Leader slapped Zhao Gongming on the back of the head and cursed angrily.

"fart!"

"You're a single dog, where would you get a wife from?!"

"You're clearly laughing at me. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Zhao Gongming covered his head, looking aggrieved.

Just as the master and disciple were about to engage in a full-blown fight at Zixiao Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun coughed twice and stepped in to stop them.

"Alright, alright, be serious."

"You two, master and disciple, stop joking around and let your teacher get down to business."

The crowd quieted down and sat down again.

Hongjun Daozu looked around, feeling rather helpless.

The Six Saints are practically six problem teenagers.

Autistic, rigid, belligerent, homebody, and two shameless individuals.

He took a deep breath, his expression returned to calm, and he slowly spoke.

"I have summoned you here for two reasons."

"Firstly, the Lich Wars... have been safely weathered."

At this point, Hongjun glanced at Zhao Gongming, a hint of approval in his eyes.

"Among them, Zhao Gongming made the greatest contribution."

"Although the methods... well, they were a bit abstract, the results were remarkable, preventing widespread bloodshed. They deserve a reward."

The saints looked at Zhao Gongming in shock, never expecting that this kid was so highly regarded in the heart of the Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun continued.

"Secondly, it is the future pattern of the primordial world."

"With the liches gone, humanity shall rise."

"Humanity is the chosen protagonist of destiny. According to the will of Heaven, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors will be born."

"This position is second only to that of a sage, and one enjoys boundless fortune in the human realm."

"As long as humanity endures, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors will live on forever, imperishable through countless eons!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the saints lit up instantly, and their breathing quickened.

Good fortune! Merit!

This is something even sages would covet!

Hongjun then dropped a bombshell.

"When the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors descended to earth, they all needed a guide, that is, a teacher of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

"Those who guide the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors back to their rightful place will receive a portion of the Heavenly Merit."

The voice just fell.

"Waaaaah..."

A heart-wrenching cry instantly echoed throughout the Zixiao Palace.

Then, Master Zhunti slid down from the prayer mat and knelt down, tears streaming down his face, his acting skills exploding instantly.

"Teacher, please have pity on us in the West!"

"The West is barren, its earth's veins are broken, and all living beings suffer!"

"My fellow disciple and I have made a great vow to Heaven in order to restore the West, and we still haven't finished repaying it!"

"We are so poor, so humble, how desperately we need this merit to repay our debts! We beg the teacher for mercy!"

The sound of crying was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

However, Hongjun Daozu merely glanced coldly at Zhunti.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, and even a hint of disdain.

He slowly raised his hand, his tone calm yet filled with a sense of oppression.

"Zhunti, don't force me to slap you when I'm really happy."

"Stop this nonsense, it's useless!"

"Quickly find a way to repay the merits owed to Heaven!"

"You made forty-eight grand vows back then, and now you have the nerve to cry here?"

Zhunti's crying stopped abruptly, like a duck whose neck had been choked.

With a bitter face, he slunk back to the guide's side, not daring to utter another sound.

Zhao Gongming, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow and thought to himself.

"Tsk tsk, the Forty-Eight Great Vows... This is the biggest loan in the primordial world."

"These two deadbeats will probably never be able to pay their debts in this lifetime."

Just then, Hongjun's gaze suddenly fell on Zhao Gongming again, and his tone became gentle.

"Zhao Gongming's disciple-grandson."

Zhao Gongming was startled and quickly bowed.

"Yes, ancestor, what is it?"

Hongjun nodded slightly and said.

"The affairs of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race will be entrusted to you for overall planning and arrangement."

"Whenever a wise ruler is chosen by Heaven, he must first endure hardship."

"Whenever there is hardship, there will inevitably be loss of life and death, and it may even trigger new calamities."

"I believe that with your... unique weapon-refining techniques and problem-solving approach..."

"These problems can definitely be solved perfectly, allowing the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to return to their rightful places smoothly."

Zhao Gongming was stunned; this was a major undertaking!

He was about to say something modest or discuss the terms, but before he could even open his mouth...

The Tongtian Sect Leader, who was standing next to Zhao Gongming, immediately put his arm around Zhao Gongming's shoulder, thumped his chest loudly, and began to boast wildly.

"Don't worry, teacher!"

"My disciple is absolutely capable, definitely capable, absolutely capable!"

"Forget the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, even if another great calamity were to strike, he could handle it for you!"

"You can rest assured that it's in his hands!"

Zhao Gongming stared at Tongtian in utter shock, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Holy crap?!"

"Master, what are you doing? I haven't even said anything yet!"

"You're taking this order for me without even asking my opinion!"

However, Hongjun seemed quite satisfied with Tongtian's attitude and nodded slightly.

"good."

"In that case, you may all go back."

"Just keep the affairs of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in mind."

After speaking, Hongjun's figure gradually faded away, and he directly saw the guest off.

Zhao Gongming looked in shock at the direction where Hongjun had disappeared, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.

"Seriously... does anyone even care about my opinion?!"

"This is forced buying and selling!"

……

After the meeting at Zixiao Palace concluded, the saints dispersed.

With mixed feelings, Zhao Gongming rode the clouds back to the ancestral land of the human race.

Throughout the journey, information about the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors kept appearing in his mind.

"Fuxi developed the Eight Trigrams... Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs... Xuanyuan fought Chiyou..."

"Every emperor's return to the throne is accompanied by immense difficulties."

"Hardship, suffering?"

Suddenly, Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, a sharp glint in them.

"That's not right!"

"When there are difficulties, we must solve them; to solve difficulties, we need tools..."

"That means... we can forge new magical artifacts again!"

"This isn't a mission, this is clearly countless system rewards!"

Having figured this out, Zhao Gongming's mood instantly improved, and he landed on Shouyang Mountain humming a little tune.

As soon as he landed, he discovered that Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi had disappeared.

However, before he could even stand up straight...

Two rough, powerful hands suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

Zhao Gongming was startled and turned around to look.

He saw that the two Ancestral Witches, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, were staring at him with smiles on their faces and eager eyes.

That smile looked exactly like that of a malicious human trafficker.

Zhao Gongming instinctively hugged himself tighter and asked warily.

"what?"

"Are you going to assault me?"

"Let me tell you, I am a favorite handpicked by the Dao Ancestor!"

Dijiang was completely dumbfounded and quickly waved his hands to explain.

"No, no, no, Brother Zhao, what are you thinking!"

"How could we possibly molest you? We like women!"

"It's just...it's just that I'd like to invite you to visit my Witch Clan!"

"Young friend, you haven't been to the Witch Clan yet, have you?"

"Our Pangu Temple is big and spacious, and we also have lots of local specialties. Want to go check it out?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming's mind raced.

"Go to the Witch Clan?"

"The next era will be the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, when the human race will prosper."

"If we could get the Witch Clan involved, they could help us out..."

"For example, allowing intermarriage between humans and witches to improve the physical condition of humans..."

"That seems like a good option?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming smiled and nodded.

"Alright, since you two gentlemen have so kindly invited me, then I'll gladly accept!"

"Let's go to the Pangu Temple!"

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were overjoyed and, without saying a word, set up Zhao Gongming.

It tore through space and headed straight for the Wu Clan's stronghold.

[I am Dijiang, I won't get up unless you urge me to update!]