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

A terrifying aura, obscuring the sky, permeated the air above the coast of the East China Sea.

Cihang Daoren's expression was solemn at this moment, and his originally gentle eyebrows and eyes were now somewhat serious. He said in a deep voice.

"What a coincidence, we just arrived to find the demon race attacking the human race."

"This kind of demonic energy, condensed to a substantial level and capable of devouring the heavens and the earth, must be the descent of a top-tier powerhouse at the Quasi-Saint level."

Cihang looked like he was seriously analyzing the situation.

With his fair and handsome face, he truly possessed the transcendent air of a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect.

Zhao Gongming happened to witness this scene and a wicked idea began to form in his mind.

He slowly moved closer, staring intently at Cihang's profile, and clicked his tongue twice.

"Senior brother, you must say, your earnest expression is quite charming and attractive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cihang's serious expression faltered, and he immediately brandished his sword.

At the same time, he unconsciously covered his buttocks with both hands, staring at Zhao Gongming with great vigilance, his eyes revealing fear.

"Junior brother, what do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm warning you, don't do anything foolish!"

"You're still young, never go astray!"

"This is a crime! This violates the precepts of the saints!"

Seeing Cihang's guarded expression, Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes and chuckled inwardly.

This senior brother has been traumatized.

Grand Master Xuandu, however, had no interest in listening to their banter.

Looking at the demonic clouds that shrouded the ancestral land of the human race in the distance.

Xuan Du's heart tightened suddenly, and a sense of anxiety, connected by blood, surged into his heart.

"Humanity...is in peril!"

Xuan Du disregarded his composure and sped off towards the ancestral land of the human race with incredible speed.

"Keep up, keep up! Don't let Senior Brother Xuandu suffer!"

Zhao Gongming gave a shout and followed closely behind, along with Cihang, who was still clutching his buttocks, and the pharmacist who was watching the show.

……

In the ancestral land of the human race, tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals rode on demonic clouds, surrounding the human tribes below.

Above the clouds, the demon master Kunpeng, draped in a black feather cloak, looked down at the people below with a sinister gaze.

Opposite him stood three young human men, heads held high.

Although they were only at the Celestial Immortal level, they were like ants in the face of the Quasi-Saint's oppressive aura.

But their spines stood straight, without a trace of fear.

These were the three ancestors of the human race: Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi.

"You were created by the goddess Nuwa, and are therefore vassals of my demon race."

Kunpeng's tone was icy, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

"Now that the Demon Court has just been established, it is precisely the time when it needs capable people."

"You shall all submit at once and return to the Heavenly Court to receive my orders!"

The leader, Suirenshi, stepped forward, holding a torch in his hand, and spoke loudly.

"Your words are incorrect, so-called Demon Master!"

"Although our human race was created by the Holy Mother, we were born of heaven and earth and grew up in the primordial wilderness. Therefore, we should strive for continuous self-improvement!"

"We will only obey the Holy Mother's decree, and will never submit to the demon court, much less become slaves of that demon race!"

"you!!"

Kunpeng frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

He was living peacefully in the Northern Sea when Emperor Jun and Taiyi forcibly conscripted him to subdue the human race.

This was originally a tough job.

Humans were created by Nuwa, so they cannot be hit or scolded; even the slightest exertion is for fear of offending Nuwa.

These humans are still so stubborn, it's a complete waste of time!

"well……"

Kunpeng sighed, and his sinister and domineering image as a master instantly crumbled.

He turned into the stereotypical image of a working-class person who doesn't want to work overtime.

He looked at Suirenshi, his tone even carrying a hint of pleading.

"No... can't you guys just cooperate for once?"

"I beg you, please surrender now!"

"Now that you've submitted, I can go back and report to His Majesty sooner!"

"The fish in my Northern Sea are still waiting for me to catch!"

Suirenshi: "???"

Zhao Gongming and the others, who had just arrived, were left bewildered.

This sorcerer... how come he's not quite like the one in the legends?

Zhao Gongming subconsciously picked up on the joke.

"Beg me?"

"Even if you beg me, I'd have to wait in line!"

Swish!

Kunpeng suddenly turned its head, its gaze sharp as lightning, and instantly locked onto the four people who had rushed over.

"Who dares to mock me?!"

Feeling the terrifying pressure of a Quasi-Saint, Xuan Du's heart tightened.

But he quickly regained his composure, clenched his fists, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"I am of human origin, and today humanity is in peril; I must stand up!"

"But I must never rely solely on the title of a disciple of a sage to intimidate others!"

"I will persuade the demon master based on my own reasoning and my own strength..."

Xuan Du was mentally encouraging himself, just about to step forward and deliver a passionate speech.

However, someone was faster than him!

Zhao Gongming flashed forward and stood directly in front of Xuandu.

With his hands on his hips and his nostrils pointing to the sky, his arrogant demeanor made him look even more like a villain than a demon.

"Ask who we are?"

"Listen carefully, I'm not trying to scare you!"

Zhao Gongming cleared his throat, pointed at the people around him, and began to frantically stack buffs.

"I am Zhao Gongming, a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the eldest outer disciple of the Jie Sect!"

"This one!" He pointed at Xuandu.

"The Grand Master Xuandu of the Human Sect, the only son and beloved son of the Sage Taiqing!"

"This one!" he pointed to Cihang.

"One of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, a distinguished disciple of the Jade Purity Sage, and the foremost figure in the Southern Liang Dynasty of the Primordial World!"

"And that bald guy!" he pointed at the pharmacist.

"The most direct disciple of the Western Religion's guiding saint!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Xuan Du opened his mouth wide, and all the lines he had just prepared got stuck in his throat.

"Junior brother...aren't we being a bit too presumptuous?"

Cihang's face turned green, and he pointed at his own nose.

"Why? Why am I from Nanliang? How am I any kind of effeminate man?!"

The pharmacist rubbed his bald head, looking resentful.

"Senior Brother Zhao, could you please stop calling me bald?"

"That's incredibly disrespectful! We call this a symbol of wisdom!"

Meanwhile, the Kunpeng on the other side was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at the four young men in front of him, his head buzzing.

"Directly transmitted by the Three Pure Ones, or directly transmitted by the Western Sect?"

"The sole heir of the Human Sect, a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect?"

"Holy crap, did I just stumble upon a saint's den?"

Kunpeng felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back.

If they were to fight and hurt these precious kids, what would happen?

Wouldn't five sages then take their innate treasures to the Northern Sea and block his doorstep?

"This...this..."

Kunpeng is caught in a dilemma.

I dare not act; if I don't act, I'll just slink away in disgrace.

How am I going to explain this to Di Jun and Tai Yi when I get back?

Where will the Demon Master's face be?

Just as Kunpeng was so conflicted that he was about to lose his feathers.

Zhao Gongming's eyes suddenly lit up, and a plan came to mind.

He slapped Cihang on the shoulder and pushed him forward forcefully, shouting loudly.

"Come here, Brother Cihang!"

"Since Senior Demon Master doesn't want to leave, then give him a chance to live!"

"Let him see the earth-shattering bond between you and Senior Dijun!"

Cihang was pushed and stumbled, ending up standing directly in front of the two armies.

"Me, a bond?"

Cihang stared blankly at the ferocious-looking Kunpeng opposite him.

But under Zhao Gongming's threatening gaze, and amidst the expectant eyes of countless humans around her, Cihang's body... moved.

That's muscle memory etched into your bones!

Swish!

A pink magic wand appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Cihang's face stiffened, but his movements were perfectly precise as he spun around in place.

She struck that incredibly embarrassing transformation pose.

He focused his energy in his dantian and shouted loudly.

"Let me shower you with my love!!"

"Balala Energy, Ukalaka, Little Fairy, Transform!!"

Om-!

A pink light shot into the sky, blinding countless demons.

As the light faded, Cihang's Taoist robe disappeared.

Instead, she wore that familiar, breathtaking pink lace fairy dress.

Long legs were wrapped in white silk, and the bow-tie wings on her back fluttered back and forth.

Kunpeng: "???"

Before Kunpeng could even recover from the shocking scene...

boom!

Behind Cihang, the golden fire of the sun ignited.

A towering figure slowly emerged.

Kunpeng's pupils contracted.

"His Majesty?!"

However, the next second.

As the flames subsided, a female version of Di Jun was revealed, with golden twin ponytails, a miniskirt, and snow-white skin.

Di Jun held the Hetu Luoshu in his hand and gently winked his left eye at Kunpeng.

She made an extremely cute wink and said in a sweet, cloying way.

"It's been so long since I've made this~"

"I'll do it then~"

「Ciallo~(∠・ω＜)⌒☆」

"I'm Dijun-chan~☆"

Pfft!

Kunpeng felt as if his heart had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, and he stopped for a moment.

He looked at the emperor who was acting cute and coquettish towards him.

It felt like the entire concept of demonic existence completely collapsed at that moment.

"This...this is His Majesty?"

"Twin tails, Ciallo?"

"I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..."

Demon Master Kunpeng, a quasi-saint powerhouse in the primordial world.

At that moment, clutching his chest and rolling his eyes, he almost died on the spot.