The chaotic currents of Zixiao Palace still carried the resentment Dao Ancestor Hongjun had harbored before shutting himself away.
Xuanzheng had already returned to Pangu Hall on Buzhou Mountain, bearing the [Merit Holy Ring] behind his head, bright enough to blind even a saint.
With a sweep of his hand, he forcibly kicked off a super convention within Pangu Hall that could rewrite the Primordial World's eternal landscape—the [Netherworld Global Roadshow and Seed Share Subscription Conference]!
The atmosphere in the hall was strange.
Zhurong, Gonggong, and several other ancestral witches stood with knotted muscles and murderous aura soaring to the heavens. Yet now, they looked like a group of buff men who had stumbled into a financial summit, their faces filled with the bewilderment of, "I don't understand any of this, but it feels like Thirteenth Brother is about to start showing off again."
The "external hire," Ancestor Minghe—the former shut-in of the Sea of Blood and current "Minister of the Netherworld Group Purification Department"—stared fixedly at the holy ring behind Xuanzheng's head. Greed and wariness intertwined in his blood-red eyes as he frantically calculated the return on investment rate.
There were also Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun, whom Xuanzheng had conveniently bundled up and abducted from the entrance of Zixiao Palace. These two top-tier powers of the Primordial World sat upright, dazed, with only one thought circling through their minds:
"Who am I? Where am I? Why was I dragged here by the witch clan to attend a pyramid scheme conference?"
"Elder brothers! Minister Minghe! And our two future strategic partners!"
Xuanzheng cleared his throat. His gaze swept over this group of future "Netherworld Board of Directors members." His voice was not loud, yet it carried a devilish charm capable of talking a saint into limping!
"I gathered you all