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

"Nephew."

Houtu looked at Zhao Gongming and said solemnly.

"Although everyone has helped get the underworld running, since it is newly established, there will inevitably be villains who covet it, or powerful beings who will come to cause trouble."

"They probably can't keep things under control on their own."

"I also need a supreme treasure that can decisively suppress and manage the underworld!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming agreed without hesitation.

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I've got it covered!"

"As long as the materials are in place, even if a saint came, I'd make sure he never leaves!"

Houtu didn't hesitate either, directly reaching into the void.

They pulled out a piece of black sacred wood that exuded a dense aura of death, as if it bore the weight of the end of all things.

"This is the heartwood of the Netherworld Soul-Nourishing Wood, which grows deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea. Is that possible?"

[Ding! High-grade refining material detected: Netherworld Soul-Nourishing Wood Core]

[Rating: Excellent]

[Matching Solution: Can be crafted into magical artifacts with sealing/suppression/funeral concepts]

Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up. He summoned the Nine Dragon Cauldron, and the Samadhi True Fire and Taiyin Sacred Fire intertwined to begin the refining process.

A moment later, a dull, heart-pounding thud echoed as the creature landed.

A large coffin, as black as ink and carved with strange patterns, exuding a chilling aura, appeared before everyone.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully refined it!]

【Magic Item Name: Black Coffin Bearers - Funeral Procession】

[Rank: Acquired Supreme Treasure (Conceptual Level)]

[Conceptual Attributes: Professional Team, Forced Relocation]

[Effect: Once an enemy is locked on, the coffin lid will automatically slide open, generating an irresistible causal attraction!]

[Ignoring cultivation levels, the enemy is forcibly sucked into a coffin and sealed for forty-nine days!]

Inside the coffin, the enemy will lose all ability to resist and can only drift with the current!

[Side effect: Undead Overture - Pleasant Funeral]

[Limitation: When the magical artifact is unleashed, it will instantly summon six black clones (Dharma Images) dressed in black suits, sunglasses, and with gleaming leather shoes!]

[Action: The user must separate a wisp of their divine sense or a clone to lift a corner of the coffin, together with six Black brothers!]

[To the incredibly catchy electronic background music (Astronomia), let's dance the lively coffin dance!]

[Requirements: Dance steps must be synchronized, expressions must be joyful and celebratory, conveying a sense of professionalism and ritual as if you're being transported to paradise!]

At the same time, the system's reward made Zhao Gongming's heart skip a beat again.

[Ding! Supreme critical hit reward triggered!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: One drop of Chaotic Death God's Blood Essence!]

As Zhao Gongming sensed the terrifying law of death contained within that drop of blood essence, he couldn't help but marvel.

"Good heavens..."

"The Dragon God, the Fire God, the Water God, and now the Death God..."

"Is the system trying to get me to collect the essence and blood of three thousand chaotic gods and demons to summon the true form of Pangu?"

After collecting the essence blood, Zhao Gongming pushed the large coffin in front of Houtu and explained in detail the suffocating side effects.

After listening, Houtu looked at the six faintly visible black phantoms.

He glanced at Guang Chengzi, who was dancing the Shadow Stream Master in the distance, and his expression became extremely strange.

She pointed to the coffin and asked hesitantly.

"Nephew/Grandson..."

"Should I jump too?"

"I am Houtu, the Goddess of the Earth, the ruler of the underworld... Isn't this a bit too unserious?"

Zhao Gongming nodded firmly with a serious expression.

"Uncle-Master, your vision is too narrow!"

"That's called professionalism, that's called a sense of ritual!"

"Moreover, you've seen the power of this magic weapon; even a saint would be trapped inside and tossed about for forty-nine days!"

"Uncle-Master, what's the decision: are you going to jump or not?"

"With this, no one will dare cause trouble in the underworld anymore. Whoever comes will be sent away!"

Houtu looked at the coffin and weighed the pros and cons in her mind.

In the end, for the sake of the peace of the underworld, she gritted her teeth.

"Alright..."

"As long as it can protect the underworld, I'll jump."

"However... I really hope I'll never need to use this magic weapon in my lifetime."

However, this is the famous Murphy's Law: what you fear most is what happens. Hou Tu had barely finished speaking when...

Rumble!

Outside the underworld, the boundless sea of ​​blood in the netherworld suddenly began to boil.

An extremely terrifying killing intent, carrying a strong stench of blood, instantly swept across the entire underworld.

"Houtu!!!"

A furious roar rang out.

The Styx Ancestor, standing atop a twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus and wielding the Yuan Tu and A Bi twin swords, stormed towards the Gate of Hell.

"Houtu, what do you mean?!"

"You came to my territory without a word and set up your own hell, and you've even overstepped your bounds!"

"You've arrested people, fine, but you've arrested my people!"

"Those wraiths originally came from the Netherworld Blood Sea, but I, their ancestor, transformed them into the Asura race!"

"Now your Underworld has intercepted everything! You're trying to destroy the very foundation of my Asura Cult!"

The Styx Ancestor was truly enraged.

He was furious at Kunlun Mountain, extorted by Dijiang and frightened by Cihang. He went out to clear his head, only to find his home had been robbed when he returned. How could he tolerate this?

Seeing this, Houtu, though in the wrong, still patiently tried to explain for the sake of the underworld.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, please let me explain..."

"The cycle of reincarnation is the natural order of Heaven; each soul is reborn according to its destiny..."

However, the Styx Ancestor was in a fit of anger and wouldn't listen to reason.

He covered his ears with both hands, shook his head frantically, twisted his body, and let out an extremely mesmerizing scream.

"I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!"

"You're heartless, you're cruel, you're being unreasonable!"

"I want my ghost!"

Zhao Gongming, who was standing to the side, stared in disbelief and muttered something strange to himself.

"Oh?"

"Uncle Minghe's acting skills... he's got the makings of a romance drama male lead!"

"This is way too much like a romance novel!"

Even if Houtu has a good personality, she is still a ancestral witch, and she has a temper.

Seeing Styx's unreasonable behavior, her face darkened.

"You're asking for it, aren't you?"

"Since you won't listen, then don't listen anymore. Go inside and calm down!"

Houtu no longer hesitated and immediately brought out the black coffin-carrying device she had just acquired!

hum!

A powerful, dynamic, and extremely catchy electronic music background music instantly exploded in the sky above the underworld.

"Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

The Styx Ancestor was covering his ears and throwing a tantrum when he heard the upbeat music. He looked up abruptly, completely bewildered.

"Where...where did the music come from?"

The next moment, swish! swish! swish!

Six grotesque black men in black suits and sunglasses appeared out of thin air around him.

Before Styx could react...

Six large hands reached out simultaneously and pressed down on Styx's shoulders, arms, and thighs.

"What is that?!"

Styx tried to resist, but found that the causal attraction was incredibly strong.

His cultivation at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level was completely useless!

boom!

The coffin lid slid open.

Styx was stuffed into the coffin like a salted fish.

In the last instant before the coffin lid closed, Styx saw Zhao Gongming grinning mischievously in the distance through the crack.

He let out a desperate cry.

"Another magic weapon crafted by Zhao Gongming?!"

boom!

The coffin lid slammed shut, and then Houtu separated into an incarnation.

Wearing the same black suit and sunglasses, he solemnly lifted the front left corner of the coffin.

"Lift the coffin!"

As the climax of the background music arrives.

Houtu's clones and six black brothers, moving in unison to the beat of the drums, began to dance continuously.

Left foot! Right foot! Kick! Squat!

The coffin swayed back and forth on their shoulders, bouncing up and down in rhythm.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The sound of the Styx Ancestor's miserable thud came from inside the coffin.

"Ouch, my head!"

"Stop shaking me, I'm going to throw up!"

"Holy crap, my face is all bruised and swollen!"

"I give up, I really give up, let me out!"

Hearing the pleas for mercy from inside the coffin, Houtu did not stop immediately. Instead, she continued dancing while loudly explaining to the coffin.

"Fellow Daoist Styx!"

"I know that I established the Underworld and occupied the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is your Daoist temple, and I feel ashamed."

"Therefore, when I established the Six Paths of Reincarnation, I deliberately left one!"

"Among them, the Asura Path should be governed by Fellow Daoist Styx, who will enjoy the fortune and merits of the Underworld!"

"Are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, the Styx River, which had been screaming and cursing inside the coffin, instantly fell silent.

It took about 0.01 seconds.

A voice, filled with flattery and delight, and with an extremely gentle tone, came from the coffin.

"Oh my, I knew Junior Sister Houtu was beautiful and kind-hearted, truly the greatest philanthropist in the primordial world!"

"That was a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!"

"I was just joking with you, Senior Brother!"

"Let me out quickly! I want to contribute to the construction of the underworld, and I want to dedicate myself to the Asura realm!"

Upon hearing this lightning-fast change of expression, Zhao Gongming, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but click his tongue twice, give a thumbs up, and sincerely praise him.

"high!"

"That's brilliant!"

"A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm!"

"Uncle-Master Styx's shamelessness... is almost as thick as Emperor Shenjiang's!"

[I am Houtu, I have just established the Underworld, and I need your encouragement to update!]