Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

When the chaotic-colored bead hit the old man of the dead, he instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Having lived through countless eons, struggling and navigating the chaos to this day, his intuition for danger is ingrained in his very bones. The cracks on that bead, the extremely unstable energy fluctuations emanating from them…

"Is it dangerous?!"

The old man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to tear through the void and escape.

But Xuanbao threw the bead at the most inopportune moment. It was just as the old man had unleashed his punch, his old strength exhausted and his new strength yet to arise. By the time he reacted and tried to run, the bead was already very close to him. At such close range, even if he were a Chaos Demon God of the Eighth Heaven, capable of tearing through the void in an instant, he wouldn't have enough time to completely avoid the explosive force.

"boom--!!!"

A grayish-white mushroom cloud slowly rose from the chaos.

The power of that explosion was three times stronger than the one Xuanbao used to blow up the Demon God of Deception. The chaotic air currents within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles were instantly evaporated, and a huge hole with a diameter of millions of miles was blasted into the void. At the edge of the hole, fragments of laws flew like a torrential rain, and chaotic turbulence rushed in, only to be torn into even finer particles by the aftershocks of the explosion.

The old man was blasted backward, his grayish-white bone-like shell cracked in countless places, from which grayish-white blood seeped out. His hair was disheveled, half of his face was charred black, and the black crystal between his eyebrows had dimmed, clearly indicating that he had suffered a considerable impact.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..." The old man steadied himself, coughing out several puffs of grayish-white smoke. His face was so gloomy it could drip water. "You...you actually used a supreme innate treasure to self-destruct?!"

"Although the harm to oneself is not very high, it is extremely humiliating."

He had lived through countless eons and seen countless spendthrift sons, but he had never seen one so wasteful!

That's a supreme innate treasure! It's a supreme innate treasure that even the creation of the Great Thousand Worlds couldn't produce. Even the Chaos Gods wouldn't have one of each, let alone use it as a disposable item!

But this kid didn't even blink when he threw it out, as if he wasn't throwing a priceless treasure, but just an ordinary brick.

"How was it? Was my 'fireworks' pretty?" Xuanbao stood at a distance, smiling as he looked at the old man, who was covered in soot from the explosion. His tone was as relaxed as if he were chatting casually. "If you like, I have more here."

As he spoke, he took out seven or eight identical chaotic-colored beads from his pocket and weighed them in his hand.

The old man's eye twitched violently.

He could sense that each of the seven or eight beads exuded the same dangerous aura as the one from before—they were all specially made self-destructing innate treasures!

"You...you're insane?!" The old necromancer's voice trembled. "Where did you get so many innate treasures?!"

"Do you want it? If you want it, I'll give it to you."

He then prepared to throw over the innate treasure he was holding.

The old necromancer: "..."

He suddenly realized that coming to the prehistoric world might have been a mistake, and he was afraid he might be in for a disastrous end.

But the old necromancer was one of the most powerful figures in the Chaos. Of course, he was also one of the most isolated among the Chaos Gods, ostracized by all the other Gods. Who would like a guy who plays with other people's corpses? He might just turn himself into an undead one day.

"Boy, you've certainly surprised me." The old necromancer's voice turned low and hoarse, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "But—do you think you can defeat me with just a few self-destructing magical artifacts?"

Before he finished speaking, his hands suddenly formed a seal, and the gray-white mist around him surged and churned as if boiling! From within that mist, countless distorted faces emerged—the souls and spirits he had devoured over countless eons. He had basically devoured all the great worlds opened up by the chaotic demon gods he had killed. Moreover, the weakest of these souls was at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, while the others of lower level had long been devoured by these powerful souls.

"The Law of the Dead - Devouring All Spirits from Heaven!"

Countless souls surged out of the mist like locusts, emitting sharp roars, and pounced on Xuanbao! Wherever those souls passed, the void was corroded with dark marks, and even the chaotic currents were swallowed up!

The old necromancer pointed his swords with both hands, and the grayish-white mist around him churned as if boiling. Countless distorted faces burst forth from the mist—the souls and spirits he had devoured over countless eons, each exuding a terrifying aura of at least a Great Luo Golden Immortal. The souls let out shrill howls and swarmed towards Xuanbao like locusts, corroding the void with dark marks wherever they passed, even swallowing up the chaotic currents.

"Boy, my Myriad Spirits Devouring Heaven technique has devoured the lives of tens of thousands of worlds! Can you stop me?!" The old necromancer's voice was tinged with madness and smugness.

However, his smile froze when he saw Xuanbao's expression.

Xuanbao didn't panic or back down; instead, he revealed a bright smile. That smile contained three parts surprise, three parts relief, and four parts eagerness to try.

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Xuanbao grinned, and with a flick of his right hand, a large, jet-black banner appeared in his palm.

The moment that banner appeared, the entire chaotic void trembled!

The banner was jet black, embroidered with countless golden runes. As the runes flowed, they exuded a vast and majestic aura—the power of humanity's destiny, the strength forged from the will of countless human ancestors. The banner pole was entirely dark gold, its surface engraved with patterns of mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars, as if bearing the weight of an entire world.

The Emperor's Banner!

It is specifically designed to suppress entities such as souls and primordial spirits. Originally, it was only at the level of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, but after several purifications of merit, it was just one step away from becoming a supreme innate treasure. Because it rarely uses its Dao, Xuanbao had never thought of it before.

But today, the opportunity has come.

The overwhelming number of souls, upon seeing the Emperor's Banner, seemed to see something that terrified them to the extreme, and their momentum suddenly halted!

The old necromancer also sensed something was wrong, and his expression changed drastically: "What is that?!"

"Good stuff," Xuanbao replied with a smile, then gently shook the Emperor's Banner.

"Buzz—!!!"

A deep, resonant hum, like a horn from ancient times, echoed through the chaos. The banner of the Human Emperor suddenly unfurled, blotting out the sky and enveloping the chaotic void spanning billions of miles. Simultaneously, the golden runes on the banner lit up, bursting forth with an unparalleled brilliance!

The light was warm and intense, like the rising sun, shining down on those souls.

Then, a magical thing happened.

Those souls that were originally ferocious and roaring, ready to devour everything, fell silent the moment they were illuminated by the golden light, as if ice and snow were melting away. The ferocity and distortion on their faces gradually faded, replaced by a sense of bewilderment and relief.

"What... what's going on?!" The old necromancer stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He had painstakingly refined countless souls over countless eons, yet they escaped his control in that instant!

"What's going on?" Xuanbao chuckled, the Emperor's Banner in his hand swaying again. "Of course, it's because your souls are very moist."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden runes on the Emperor's Banner suddenly surged, transforming into countless golden chains that stretched towards the souls. These chains were gentle and tender, like a mother's hand, softly wrapping around each soul.

The souls did not struggle or resist; instead, they showed expressions of relief. They allowed the golden chains to pull them along, like weary birds returning to their forests, and poured into the Emperor's Banner.

Birds return to the forest.

The souls, as if they had found their home, rushed to squeeze into the Emperor's Banner. It was as if that banner was their true home.

The old man was dumbfounded; his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He painstakingly collected countless souls over eons, and spent countless hours refining his trump cards, only to have them "absorbed" by a mere banner? And those souls were even willing? Willing? ...!

"No! Impossible!" the old necromancer roared, frantically forming hand seals in an attempt to summon back the souls. But the souls seemed to have completely severed their connection with him, ignoring his calls and continuing to fly joyfully toward the Emperor's Banner.

In just a dozen breaths, all the souls in the sky were completely absorbed.

On the surface of the Emperor's Banner, the golden runes became even brighter, radiating a warm, jade-like luster. The mountain and river patterns on the banner pole also seemed to come alive, with faint sounds of flowing water and birdsong emanating from them.

Xuanbao could sense that the aura of the Human Emperor Banner was undergoing a qualitative leap—the bottleneck that had troubled it for so long shattered at this moment!

Innate Treasure!

The Human Emperor Banner has successfully been upgraded to a Primordial Treasure!

"Good heavens, this is truly an unexpected delight." Xuanbao stroked the banner pole, feeling the powerful yet gentle energy contained within it, and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

The old man of the dead stood in the distance, his face ashen, his whole body trembling slightly.

He lost countless soul fragments accumulated over countless lifetimes, and lost his trump card.

The moment the Human Emperor Banner was upgraded to a Primordial Treasure, the old man's face completely fell.

He had painstakingly accumulated countless eons of soul essence, only to have it all wiped out by a single banner, which then broke through its own limits right in front of him. This was even more unbearable than being NTR'd in person.

"You...you..." The old man pointed at Xuanbao, his fingers trembling, his lips quivering for a long time, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Xuanbao hoisted the Emperor's Banner onto his shoulder and looked at him with a smile: "What? Want to release some more souls? My banner just broke through and is in need of nourishment."

The old necromancer took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. He knew he had already lost this round. His trump card was useless, and the necromancers on the Three Pure Ones' side were also on the verge of collapse. If the fight continued, he feared he would truly perish here.

"Boy, you've got guts today," the old necromancer gritted his teeth, speaking each word clearly. "But don't get cocky—there are countless beings stronger than me in the Chaos. When those true powerhouses arrive, your primordial world will still be doomed!"

After he finished speaking, his figure began to become transparent, clearly preparing to escape.

The old man's form began to turn transparent, like ink dissolving in water, slowly dissipating into the chaotic void. A cold smile played on his lips, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes—once he escaped into the depths of chaos, even a powerful treasure wouldn't be able to find him easily.

However, just as he was about to completely disappear—

Xuanbao moved.

He didn't give chase. Instead, he raised his hand and waved it. The roots of the World Tree, like giant silver dragons, surged out from his sleeve and instantly plunged into the void surrounding the old man. The roots shimmered with patterns of the Three Thousand Laws, radiating a terrifying power that imprisoned time and space.

"The Laws of Space and Time—Seal!"

With a low shout, Xuanbao's spacetime laws completely locked down the space around the old necromancer. The old necromancer's previously transparent form was forced back out as if it had crashed into an invisible wall!

"What?!" The old necromancer's expression finally changed.

"You think I only know how to self-destruct with my magical treasures?" Xuanbao grinned, and the Eternal Spear in his hand lit up again. "I'm the kind of person who loves to surprise people the most."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot!

The next instant, he appeared before the old man of the dead, the Eternal Spear imbued with the power of three thousand laws, thrusting out with a single strike! With this strike, Xuanbao held nothing back, directly using his full strength—wherever the spear tip passed, a pitch-black rift was torn open in the void, the edges of the rift shimmering with the light of law annihilation!

The old man's pupils contracted sharply, and in his haste, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, instantly covering his arms with a thick layer of bone armor.

But how could Xuanbao's full-force spear strike be so easily blocked?

carelessness

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound rang out. The tip of the Eternal Spear pierced through the bone armor without resistance, stabbed into the old necromancer's left arm, and then went right through it, leaving a pool of grayish-white blood!

"Ah—!" The old necromancer cried out in pain, staggering backward.

But Xuanbao gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a flick of his wrist, the three thousand law patterns on the Eternal Spear suddenly erupted, and a terrifying devouring power surged from the tip of the spear, beginning to frantically draw mana from the old man's body!

The old necromancer felt his magical power surge forth like a burst dam, being devoured by the spear. His face turned deathly pale, and his breathing became erratic.

"You...you lack martial ethics?!" The old necromancer exclaimed in shock and rage, "I feel my own laws being forcibly pulled away?!"

He finally realized the seriousness of the problem. This person in front of him, who lacked any sense of martial ethics, had mastered the 3000 Rules!

"Only now realizing it? Too late!" Xuanbao sneered, exerting force with his spear once more, lifting the old necromancer into the air before slamming him into the void!

The old man, now a spirit, was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through tens of thousands of miles of chaotic air before barely managing to regain his footing. Just as he was about to retaliate, the Three Pure Ones' attack arrived!

The Tongtian Sect Leader was the first to strike. Wielding the Zhuxian Sword, he unleashed a single slash, its light as dazzling as an inverted galaxy and as sharp as the judgment of heaven, severing one of the old man's arms!

Lao Tzu followed closely behind. He paused slightly with his cane, and a huge Tai Chi diagram unfolded beneath the old man's feet. The Yin and Yang energies transformed into two chains, which wrapped around the old man's legs, firmly fixing him in place.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was even more direct. Holding the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, he gently waved it, and a chaotic light entered the old man's brow, setting up a restriction in his sea of ​​consciousness—if he dared to make any move, this restriction would instantly detonate, blasting his primordial spirit into pieces!

The old necromancer was already severely injured, and then the four of them joined forces to beat him so badly that he was powerless to fight back. In the end, he was bound tightly by the chains of the Three Thousand Laws, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, suspended in the chaotic void.

Xuanbao sheathed the Eternal Spear, walked up to the old necromancer, squatted down, and looked at him with a smile: "How about it? Do you still think we, the Primordial World, are easy to bully?"

The old man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, but even more so with a deep fear. He had lived for countless eons and had never seen such an outrageous opponent—using a supreme innate treasure as a bomb, using the Human Emperor Banner to collect his soul, and using the Three Thousand Laws to beat him to a pulp.

"What...what do you want?" The old man's voice was hoarse and low, with a slight tremor.