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

Houtu sat on the stone bench, looking at the strange but vibrant humans in the distance, her eyes gradually becoming hazy and profound.

She turned her head, suddenly becoming extremely serious, and stared at Zhao Gongming as she asked.

"Nephew/Master."

"Tell me... what is the purpose of living?"

"The cycle of birth and death continues endlessly; what, then, is the meaning of this cycle?"

Zhao Gongming, who was eating sunflower seeds, suddenly stopped, completely dumbfounded.

"No... Uncle-Master."

"We were just talking about how to extort money using a stretcher, how did we suddenly have to discuss such a heavy topic?"

"Isn't this a bit of a leap?"

Zhao Gongming put down the melon seeds, thought carefully for a moment, and tentatively answered.

"I think... the purpose of living is to have fun to watch."

"Just like now, you saw Zhu Rong and Gong Gong fighting. It was a terrible fight, but it was also quite entertaining."

Houtu shook her head, clearly dissatisfied with the answer, her brows furrowing even more.

"After the fun, there's still emptiness, still death."

Houtu was stuck in a rut.

Zhao Gongming's eyes darted around, and he suddenly stood up and walked to the threshold of the courtyard.

Then, he began to jump back and forth repeatedly inside and outside the threshold in an extremely nervous manner.

He jumped out: "Oops, I'm dead!"

He jumped in: "Hey, I'm alive!"

He jumped out: "Oops, I'm dead again!"

It jumped in: "Hey, I'm alive again!"

As Zhao Gongming jumped, he put on an extremely irritating expression, pointed to his head, and loudly provoked.

"How is it? How is it?"

"Come and hit me, you idiot!"

"That's just how I am. I enjoy doing these inexplicable things while I'm alive, so what can you do about it?"

Houtu's bewildered gaze suddenly froze as she watched this scene.

She stared intently at the threshold.

That is the boundary between life and death.

That is the barrier between Yin and Yang.

"They went out... then came back in..."

"Died...and came back to life..."

"He came back to life... and then died again..."

boom!

It was as if a divine thunderbolt, capable of splitting the heavens and opening the earth, had exploded in Houtu's mind.

Her eyes widened suddenly, a sharp light flashing in them like never before, and she trembled with excitement.

The next moment, Houtu rushed up, grabbed Zhao Gongming's shoulder, and shook him wildly.

"Yes, you're right!"

Between life and death, yin and yang cycle!

"Life is not the end, nor is death the conclusion!"

"Just like this threshold, you can step over it, or you can step back!"

"This is called reincarnation, my nephew! How can you be so clever? You're practically a child of the Great Dao!"

Zhao Gongming, who was completely disoriented from being shaken, was utterly dumbfounded.

"what?"

"I...I was just imitating a scene from a classic Stephen Chow movie!"

"How am I so clever? How am I the chosen one of the Great Dao?"

However, before he could explain, a loud rumble occurred!

Above the heavens, the weather suddenly changed.

Endless laws of the Great Dao converged, and countless golden clouds of Heavenly Dao merit instantly condensed.

It transformed into a golden pillar of light and suddenly poured into Houtu's body!

A small portion of it also merged into Zhao Gongming's body.

"I am Houtu, and I now feel that the Heavenly Way is flawed, and the souls of all living beings have nowhere to belong!"

"I am willing to transform myself into the cycle of reincarnation, establish the underworld, distinguish between yin and yang, and define the six realms!"

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation, manifest!"

As Houtu's grand vow resounded throughout the primordial world.

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, an enormous Six Paths Reincarnation Disc suddenly took shape, and the sinister and majestic Underworld rose from the ground.

Houtu's aura surged, instantly breaking through the shackles of the Quasi-Saint peak and proving herself a Saint!

Zhao Gongming stood to the side, feeling the terrifying holy power, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"This...this is enlightenment?"

"I just jumped over a threshold, is that right? Is that scientifically sound?"

At the same time, two supreme treasures emanating the laws of the netherworld.

The Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen appeared out of nowhere and fell into the hands of Houtu.

Thirty-three heavens away, the saints were shocked and looked in that direction in disbelief.

"Houtu... she actually became a saint?!"

……

In the Netherworld, in the Hall of the Demon Kings, Houtu, who had just attained enlightenment, looked at the vast, empty underworld filled only with the wailing of ghosts and wolves, and felt a headache coming on.

"Nephew."

Houtu summoned Zhao Gongming and asked with an expectant look on her face.

"Now that the underworld has just been established, it is truly empty and difficult to function."

"Could you help me forge a magical artifact to automatically manage the underworld, or create a group of ghost messengers?"

Zhao Gongming glanced at the gloomy surroundings and chuckled.

"Refining magical artifacts is too troublesome."

"That's easy, I'll get my buddies to help out!"

"They are all highly skilled, and their expertise is perfectly matched!"

After saying that, he took out a communication jade slip and sent out a burst of magic power.

"Brothers, we've got a job! Come to the Underworld for team building!"

A moment later, several streaks of light pierced the boundary between Yin and Yang and descended upon the underworld.

The members of the Human Sect (Xuan Du), the Chan Sect (Guang Chengzi and Ci Hang), the Jie Sect (Duo Bao, Bi Xiao, Jin Ling), the Demon Court (Lu Ya, the Crown Prince), and the Western Sect (Yao Shi) are all present!

Looking at the eerie environment, everyone was not afraid at all. Instead, they were all eager to help and asked if there was anything they could do to help.

Houtu looked at this group of juniors, most of whom were still Golden Immortals or Taiyi Immortals, and had some doubts.

"Nephew... these are billions of vengeful spirits, entangled in karma."

"Can they...be of any help?"

Zhao Gongming confidently waved his hand.

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master, let's get started, brothers and sisters, let's get to work!"

With Zhao Gongming's command, the underworld instantly transformed into a massive spectacle.

Beside the Bridge of Helplessness, Xuandu, wearing orange gloves, struck a flower pose in front of a pot of dark, murky Meng Po soup.

"Amazing magic! The spicy soup is even better now! ★!"

The originally bitter and hard-to-swallow Meng Po soup instantly transformed into a fragrant and delicious spicy soup, with the wandering souls lining up to drink it.

At the gates of hell, Guang Chengzi unleashed a sound, creating two clones.

Three Guang Chengzi stood at the door, swaying the dance steps of the Shadow Stream Master while keeping an eye on the procession of Yin Souls who had come to report.

"Is this your excuse for breaking up with me?"

The mesmerizing dance moves completely stunned the ghosts, who lined up obediently, not daring to cause any trouble.

Daoist Duobao, wielding a five-strike whip of lightning, stayed in the eighteenth level of hell, whipping those deeply sinful evil spirits.

"I was careless, I didn't dodge!"

"Young people who lack martial ethics are like rats with leeches!"

The evil spirits were electrocuted, their bodies convulsing and trembling violently, their screams turning into electronic sounds.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, slashed at the hopeless, rebellious ghosts.

"I'm Nick Cheung!!"

puff!

-99999!

The vengeful ghost was instantly annihilated, making it extremely efficient.

Wearing a crown, Lu Ya transformed into an adorable cat-eared girl and issued commands to the spirits who did not want to be reincarnated.

"Go and reincarnate, meow, and be a good person in your next life, meow!"

The ghosts were so charmed that they jumped into the well of reincarnation one after another, shouting "Yes, mahjong!"

Bixiao, holding the holy sword, shouted at the several slippery ghosts who were trying to escape.

"You unfilial son! My heart aches for you!"

Pfft!Pfft!

The fleeing ghost instantly teleported back, knelt on the ground, caught the sword with both hands, and cried even more miserably than Bixiao.

The Taoist priest, wearing a pink apron and shaking a rattle drum, sang nursery rhymes to the resentful spirits.

"Big Head Son and Small Head Dad~~"

The resentment of the wandering spirits vanished instantly, and they turned into silly ghosts drooling as they happily went to be reincarnated.

The most outrageous one is Cihang, who, dressed in a fairy dress and waving a fairy wand, actually summoned a projection of a female version of the loli Styx!

The red-haired, twin-tailed Styx-chan stood in the center of the underworld, exuding an aura of blood and coldly spoke.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble, I'll kill you~☆"

The real Styx Ancestor was in the Blood Sea next door. Sensing this aura, he was so frightened that he kept his doors tightly shut and dared not go out at all.

……

Seeing what was happening before her, Houtu stood on the high place, completely shocked and speechless.

Throughout the underworld, despite the blaring background music, the mesmerizing dance moves, and the embarrassing slogans...

However, surprisingly, there was order amidst the chaos, and the area was thriving!

The efficiency was a hundred times higher than she had expected!

Houtu swallowed hard, looked at Zhao Gongming, and muttered to herself.

"this……"

"It seems... pretty stable, actually?!"

[Hopefully this book can revolutionize motion comics, because the visuals are absolutely stunning.]