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

The hustle and bustle of Kunlun Mountain Square gradually subsided.

Zhao Gongming was preparing to return to his cave to study the pool of Three Lights Divine Water.

Suddenly, the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader rang in his ears.

"Gongming, come to Biyou Palace to see me immediately."

Zhao Gongming was taken aback, and a sense of unease crept into his mind.

"A private audience?"

"Could it be because my shout of 'awesome!' was too loud and disrespectful, and Master is going to reprimand me?"

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Zhao Gongming rode a cloud to Biyou Palace.

However, as soon as he stepped across the threshold of the main hall, before he could even see what was inside...

Whoosh!

A figure dressed in a jade-pure Taoist robe.

With a speed completely unbecoming of a saint, he instantly rushed in front of him.

Followed by.

Snapped!

A pair of warm, strong hands gripped Zhao Gongming's hands tightly.

Zhao Gongming was stunned. When he looked up, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

There stood the usually dignified, rigid, and rule-abiding Second Master, Yuanshi Tianzun.

At this moment, her eyes were red and teary.

He gazed at himself with the eyes of someone looking at a long-lost son.

"Waaaaah..."

"Why! Why?!"

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable choked with sobs, filled with unbearable grief.

"Why isn't such a good disciple from my Chan Sect?"

"Such exquisite talent in weapon crafting, such a unique mindset."

"It's practically tailor-made for my Jade Void Palace!"

"Gongming, if you become my disciple, I'll let you play with the Pangu Banner!"

Not far away, the Tongtian Sect Leader, sitting upright on his cloud bed, had his eyes wide open like copper bells, and his whole body seemed to be cracking open.

"Holy crap?!"

"Second brother, are you crazy?!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader jumped up and pointed at the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, cursing him.

"You seemed perfectly normal outside, but why did your tears start falling faster than a pharmacist spitting blood as soon as you came in?"

"Trying to poach someone's talent right to their face? Don't they have any shame?"

"Let go! Let go right now! Zhao Gongming is my disciple, Tongtian. No one can take him away!"

Zhao Gongming was also taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm.

He used every ounce of his strength to slowly pull his hand out of the iron clamp held by the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

Although he was secretly pleased, he was still being fought over by a sage.

However, Zhao Gongming outwardly maintained an appearance of righteousness and unwavering loyalty.

He took a step back, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said with extreme shamelessness.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, Second Master!"

"But my heart already belongs to someone else."

"This disciple was born a member of the Jie Sect, and will die a member of the Jie Sect!"

"The Jie Sect is my home, and my master is my... well, anyway, I'm not switching sides!"

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes with a regretful expression and sighed deeply.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was initially delighted, but his expression changed immediately.

He rushed up and slapped Zhao Gongming on the back of the head.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

"Children's words are innocent, but the wind carries them away!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader glared and cursed.

"What do you mean by 'death'? It's bad luck!"

"You're destined to attain the Primordial Chaos realm, so stop uttering such unlucky words!"

It was at this moment of deep affection between master and disciple.

The Taoist Zhunti, who had been silent all along, suddenly coughed twice.

He approached with a smile, rubbing the Seven Treasures Tree in his hands, and said with a compassionate expression.

"Ahem, actually..."

"I feel that my nephew Gongming has a special connection with the West."

"If you join the Western Religion, I am willing to offer you the position of Vice Leader. This is a generous reward..."

Clang—!

He hadn't finished speaking.

Four murderous immortal swords instantly hovered behind the Tongtian Sect Leader, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram faintly visible.

The Tongtian Sect Leader gripped the Qingping Sword, his eyes fixed fiercely on Zhunti.

"You old bald man, shut your filthy mouth!"

"It's one thing for my second brother to be joking with me, but you actually dare to have designs on me?"

"Believe it or not, I'll flatten your Mount Sumeru!"

Zhunti was startled and quickly took two steps back, waving his hand.

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

"Brother Tongtian, calm down! Do you want to destroy this peaceful and stable primordial world?!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the usually composed Lao Tzu finally spoke up.

"Alright, everyone stay calm."

With a flick of his whisk, Lao Tzu dispelled the murderous aura within the hall with a force of non-action.

He looked at Zhao Gongming with a gentle expression and got straight to the point.

"Gongming, I have summoned you here today for an important matter."

"Your talent in crafting artifacts is exceptional. Although the magical treasures you forge are... unique, they greatly benefit your fellow disciples and can even dispel calamity energy."

"Our sages have decided that you will lead the team on this trip down the mountain for training."

"Let Xuandu, Cihang, and Yaoshi accompany you."

Zhao Gongming was taken aback.

"Lead the team? Where to?"

Lao Tzu gazed intently eastward.

"Human race".

"Based on my divination, this great calamity of the Lich King seems to be closely related to the human race."

"The human race was created by my junior sister Nuwa, and it is also the foundation upon which I established my religion."

"The human race is newly born, but weak and vulnerable. In this great calamity, it may face annihilation."

"Xuan Du is of human origin, so it is only right that we go back and take care of him."

"The four of you traveling together will allow you to look out for each other."

Upon hearing the words "human race," Zhao Gongming's heart trembled.

He naturally knew the original primordial history.

During the Lich King cataclysm, the human race was arguably the biggest victim.

The demon race sought to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, which could counteract the physical bodies of the witch race.

The massacre of humans and the extraction of their souls was a scene of utter hell on earth.

"The Sword of Slaughter... The Great Calamity of Humanity..."

Zhao Gongming's eyes narrowed slightly.

Now that I've come to this primordial world and have acquired these abilities...

If one were to stand by and watch humanity be slaughtered, how could one's conscience be at peace?

not to mention……

Zhao Gongming glanced at the system panel.

"Xuandu, Cihang, Yaoshi..."

"These three are all major clients!"

"If I could fool them... cough, if I could help them forge a few more magical artifacts, wouldn't I be raking in system rewards?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming immediately cupped his hands and said solemnly.

"Disciple obeys!"

"To maintain peace in the primordial world and protect the safety of humanity is my inescapable duty!"

Seeing that Zhao Gongming agreed, the Tongtian Sect Leader breathed a sigh of relief.

But still worried, she pulled Zhao Gongming aside and started her motherly caress, giving him repeated instructions.

"My disciple, I've remembered."

"The Jie Sect is your home; there are many bad people outside."

"Don't believe anyone who tries to fool you or makes empty promises!"

"If you've been wronged, just call for help, and I'll come to your rescue with my Zhuxian Sword!"

Yuanshi and Zhunti, who were standing to the side, rolled their eyes.

"Alright, alright, Tongtian, is it really that serious?"

"Who could possibly eat your precious little darling?"

……

A moment later, Zhao Gongming bid farewell to the saints and left Biyou Palace.

Outside the palace gates, three figures had been waiting for a long time.

Grand Master Xuandu wore a Taoist robe with the Bagua symbol, his expression serene, exuding an air of effortless immortality.

Cihang Daoren... had already changed back into his normal Daoist robes.

But when she saw Zhao Gongming, her face flushed slightly, and her eyes darted away.

The Taoist priest, on the other hand, had a rosy complexion, as his blood had been replenished.

He was still playing with the rattle drum in his hand, and when he saw Zhao Gongming, he immediately showed a warm smile.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

"Junior Brother Gongming!"

The four met up and exchanged pleasantries.

"Now that everyone is here, let's set off," Xuan Du said.

"The ancestral home of the human race is on the coast of the East Sea, which is still some distance from here."

"Let's go!"

The four of them displayed their unique abilities, transforming into four streaks of light and speeding towards the East China Sea.

Along the way, Zhao Gongming looked at his teammates and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"One is of human origin, one can transform into a demon fairy, one can turn people into idiots, and then there's me, the weapon refiner..."

"This isn't a training trip; it's clearly a group of villains causing trouble!"

Several days later, on the coast of the East China Sea, near Shouyang Mountain.

This is the ancestral land of the human race, and also the place where the human race is most concentrated.

However, before the four of them could even land on the clouds...

Rumble!

A terrifying, all-encompassing black demonic aura.

Suddenly, it swept in from the north, instantly covering the entire human territory.

Within that demonic aura, the faint phantom of a giant Kun, whose size was unknown and spanned thousands of miles, was floating and emanating a terrifying pressure at the quasi-saint level.

"That is..."

Xuan Du's expression changed drastically as he felt a sense of oppression originating from his bloodline.

Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes, looking at the countless demon soldiers and generals that were faintly visible in the sky of demonic clouds.

And that cold, gloomy figure standing on the clouds, coldly uttered a name.

"The Master of Ten Thousand Demons..."

"Kunpeng!"