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

Outside the Pangu Temple of the Wu Clan, a deafening roar filled the air, and malevolent energy stirred the winds and clouds.

Zhao Gongming followed the sound and saw Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, standing at the edge of the battlefield.

He covered his face with his hands, his expression full of helplessness, and let out a long sigh.

"well……"

"What a tragedy..."

Zhao Gongming stepped forward and asked with feigned concern, even though he already knew the answer.

"Uncle-Master Houtu, what's wrong? Why do you look so worried?"

Houtu lowered her hand, pointed at the two figures facing off in the distance, and said wearily.

"It's all because of those two foolish older brothers!"

"Zhurong and Gonggong never stopped fighting!"

"For some reason, they're hurling insults at each other even more enthusiastically today!"

"They all claim to have obtained top-tier magical treasures, and they absolutely have to settle this with a winner!"

At this point, Houtu turned to look at Zhao Gongming, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"Nephew, tell me... who exactly forged the magical artifact for them?"

"This is so despicable... no, this is such a unique magical artifact, rarely seen in the primordial world."

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Gongming coughed awkwardly twice, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Houtu's gaze.

This reaction was immediately noticed by the intelligent and perceptive Houtu.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she asked, somewhat bewildered.

"No...you made this, didn't you?"

Zhao Gongming scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly.

"Well... they insisted, so I just refined it for them. It's good to help others!"

Houtu helplessly covered her face again, letting out a desperate groan.

"This is terrible! The Witch Clan will never have peace again!"

In the center of the battlefield, Zhu Rong pointed at Gong Gong's nose and launched into a tirade of insults, spitting as she spoke.

"Gonggong, you useless piece of trash who only knows how to play in the water!"

"All you do all day is boast about the Dao of Water. I'm your sworn enemy, we're like water and fire!"

"If you like water so much, why don't you just pee on others and kill them?!"

Gonggong was equally blunt and retorted sharply.

"Pah! You reckless fire-wielding brute!"

"Damn it, you breathe fire the moment you open your mouth! Why don't you go cook for the whole witch tribe? Being a cook would be so much better!"

"Enough talk, show your weapons!"

Zhu Rong was furious: "Fine, today I'll show you my new look!"

Swish!

Zhu Rong unleashed his magic weapon, Chelsea.

With a flash of light, the shirtless giant disappeared.

Instead, a man wearing a tight-fitting bright blue suit and gold Chelsea boots appeared.

A blue-haired enchantress version of Zhurong with her hair slicked back and shiny.

His legs were straight, and he walked with stiff, almost demonic steps.

He left a trail of afterimages as he ran across the land, shouting that classic line.

"Heroes can endure injustice!"

"But you can't step on my Chelsea!!!"

boom!

Zhu melted into a blue lightning bolt and delivered a superluminal flying kick to Gonggong!

Upon seeing this, Gonggong remained unperturbed and instead let out a cold laugh.

"Fancy and overly complicated!"

"Watch me!"

Swish!

Gonggong unleashed the Mamba elbow guards.

A flash of black light, and Gonggong instantly transformed into a burly man with dark skin, a bald head, and wearing a jersey.

He made a shrugging gesture, then suddenly jumped up, elbowing the charging Zhu Rong, and shouted loudly.

"Man! What can I say?"

"Mamba out!!"

Boom!

The two collided violently.

One is a light-speed flying kick, and the other is an absolute elbow strike.

boom! ! !

A terrifying shockwave swept in all directions.

The next moment, both figures were sent flying backwards.

Zhu Rong was struck in the chest by an elbow, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string.

It traced a tragic arc in the air and crashed heavily into the distant mountains, a phenomenon commonly known as a plane crash.

Gonggong was kicked in the chin, and his entire body turned into a shooting star, flying 108,000 miles away and disappearing into the sky.

Both sides suffered heavy losses, a truly tragic situation!

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Dijiang, who had been watching from the sidelines, was not worried at all.

Instead, he stroked his chin, nodded slightly, and commented with an appreciative expression.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Although the fight was pretty brutal, the transformed look..."

"It does have a certain charm, especially the blue one, it's very eye-catching!"

Upon hearing this, Houtu, who was standing nearby, was shocked.

She stared at her older brother in disbelief, as if he were a complete stranger.

"Big brother!"

Houtu rushed forward and scolded him with exasperation.

"You're the older brother, and you didn't even try to stop your two younger brothers from fighting..."

"And you're actually here saying it has some aesthetic appeal?!"

"Has your aesthetic sense been distorted by that twin-tailed Dijiang?!"

"This witch clan... I really can't stand it for even a day longer, it's suffocating!"

Houtu felt so tired; she couldn't stay in this home anymore.

She turned around and saw Zhao Gongming putting away the record stone that documented the battle between Blue Enchantress and Lao Da.

"Nephew Gongming!"

Zhao Gongming was taken aback: "Uncle-Master Houtu, do you have any instructions?"

Houtu took a deep breath, as if grasping at a lifeline.

"Didn't you say before that the Dao Ancestor tasked you with finding the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the Human Race?"

How is the human race developing now?

"I want to go for a walk to clear my head, and while I'm at it, I'll help you out as a return gift for the magic weapon you crafted for my witch clan... uh, my clan."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up.

Does the Goddess Houtu need our help?

That is Houtu, who will one day be reborn as a virtuous woman in the cycle of reincarnation!

With her around, the human race is safe!

So Zhao Gongming immediately started his crazy boasting.

"Uncle-Master, you've come to the right person!"

"The human race these days is incredibly civilized!"

"It was so vibrant, so incredibly thriving!"

"Everyone is diligently cultivating, helping each other, and the atmosphere is exceptionally good—truly a breath of fresh air in the primordial world!"

Hearing Zhao Gongming's description, Houtu breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of longing appeared in her eyes.

She glanced back at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who had just crawled out of the ruins and were about to continue their fight, and then at Di Jiang, who was grinning foolishly.

"Walk!"

"Even going to the desolate wilderness is better than staying with the witch clan!"

"If I stay any longer, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind!"

……

On the shores of the East China Sea, at Shouyang Mountain, Zhao Gongming, accompanied by Houtu, arrived riding the clouds.

"Uncle-Master, please look below. This is the ancestral land of the human race."

Houtu lowered her head with anticipation, ready to welcome the scene of civilization, vitality, and purity.

However, the moment she saw the scene below...

The gentle, expectant smile on Houtu's face instantly froze, then cracked little by little.

Below, in the human square...

The Grand Master Xuandu, wearing orange gloves, was frantically twisting and turning in front of a pile of stones, shouting loudly.

"Awesome magic (，，＞᎑＜，，), hot and sour soup, wow, is it good?!"

Cihang Daoren, dressed in a pink fairy dress and waving a fairy wand, summoned a female version of Dijiang, wearing a sports vest and with dark skin.

Empress Jiang was roaring at a group of human cultivators.

"Run! Haven't you eaten?!"

In the corner, Lu Ya, sporting cat ears and a cat tail, solemnly gave orders to a talented human youth.

"Go on, go train, meow! You're not allowed to eat until you finish training, meow!"

The boy's eyes were bloodshot. He shouted "Yes, sir!" and then started banging his head against the tree.

On the hillside, Huanglong Zhenren and Shiji Niangniang hold hands, with a plum blossom in the background.

The two gazed deeply into each other's eyes, uttering cheesy love talk that would make anyone want to vomit their dinner from the night before.

"Woman, you've successfully caught my attention..."

"Senior brother, you're so naughty..."

There was also the Medicine Master Taoist, chasing after several humans who had gone mad with qi deviation, singing "Big Head Son."

Demons are running rampant!

A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

Is this the "pure stream" that Zhao Gongming spoke of?

Houtu was completely dumbfounded, feeling her brain trembling.

This isn't a human race! This is clearly the biggest mental hospital in the primordial world!

Zhao Gongming, standing to the side, put his hands on his hips, pointed down with great pride, and loudly introduced the scene.

"Look, Uncle-Master!"

"This is humanity—so vibrant, so passionate!"

"How about that? Isn't it amazing?"

Houtu slowly turned her head, looked at Zhao Gongming, her face pale and her eyes empty.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling, and stammered as she asked.

"Um... my junior apprentice."

"Is it too late for me to go back now?"

"I think... there's actually a certain beauty in the way Zhurong and Gonggong fight..."

Kids, I really need to urge you to update, man!