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

Xuanbao watched as the figures of the God of Destiny and the God of Cause and Effect disappeared into the depths of chaos. The smile on his lips slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the thirty-six weakened saints behind him. The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Houtu, and others could still barely stand, but their faces were equally pale. Those three all-out attacks had almost drained every last drop of their magical power.

"You've worked hard." Xuanbao's voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring power. "Go back to the Primordial World to rest. Leave the rest to me."

Tongtian opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he nodded. Everyone knew that Xuanbao was the strongest among them, and he couldn't be of much help here now.

Then he nodded and transformed into streaks of light, disappearing into the world's barrier. Like weary birds returning to their nests, he went back to the depths of the primordial world to rest.

Bai Lu walked to Xuan Bao's side, her gaze fixed on the direction where the allied forces had disappeared, and said calmly, "They won't let this go."

"It's inevitable. They lost over a hundred Chaos Gods." Xuanbao nodded. "After suffering such a huge loss, they can't just let it go. Once he goes back, he will definitely regroup, gather more strength, and make a comeback."

"So what do you plan to do?"

Xuanbao didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned: "To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao."

Bai Lu frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"If the Chaos God wants to attack the Primordial World, then we'll turn the tables and attack them instead." A cunning glint flashed in Xuanbao's eyes. "Isn't he going to gather his forces to attack us? Then we'll take advantage of his gathering of forces and raid his lair."

Bai Lu was stunned: "You're going to take the initiative?"

"Why not?" Xuanbao shrugged. "Anyway, they're in the open, and we're in the shadows. They think we can only passively take the beating, so let's give them a surprise."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the direction of the Primordial World. After taking a few steps, he stopped and added without turning his head, "By the way, call Luo Hou for me. That old fox has been in the Chaos for so long and knows the distribution of the strongholds of all the forces like the back of his hand. It would be a shame not to take him on this kind of task."

Meanwhile, deep within the chaos, in the camp of the War God.

The War Demon God sat in the main seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water. Although his right arm had been reattached, the humiliation of being suppressed by the Zhou Tian Star Array lingered in his heart like a maggot clinging to his bone, impossible to shake off.

"The Demon God of Fate... the Demon God of Cause and Effect..." He gritted his teeth, uttering each name slowly and deliberately. "You just wait. Once I conquer the Primordial World and break through to the Nine Heavens, you'll be the first ones I deal with!"

The Space Demon God, seated below him, frowned slightly upon hearing this: "War Demon God, I know you are unwilling. But the Fate Demon God and the Cause and Effect Demon God have never participated in the chaos's conflicts, yet this time they have made an exception and intervened to protect the primordial world. There must be something fishy about this. If we act rashly, we may invite even greater trouble."

"So what?" the War Demon God scoffed. "They can protect the primordial world for a while, but can they protect it forever? As long as we gather enough power, even if the Fate Demon God and the Cause and Effect Demon God join forces, they can't stop us!"

……

Several days later, a small team led by Xuanbao himself quietly left the prehistoric world.

The team consisted of a small number of members: Xuanbao himself, Bailu, and Luohou. They transformed into six streams of light, speeding through the chaos, their target being a region deep within the chaos—the lair of the War Demon God, which had been operating for countless eons.

The reason we didn't bring too many people was firstly because it wasn't necessary to do such a thing; it's better to have fewer people. As the saying goes, those who are shooting shouldn't sneak into the village.

Secondly, the prehistoric world is also very dangerous now, so Xuanbao can only go alone. Besides, he still has quite a few underlings in the prehistoric world.

Although Luo Hou was extremely unwilling, the restriction between his brows forced him to obediently lead the way. He cursed inwardly as he flew—he, the mighty Demon Ancestor, who once roamed the Chaos Realm while Xuan Bao was still nursing in some corner! Now he had to be this brat's guide; it was an utter disgrace!

Despite his cursing, Luo Hou dared not show the slightest negligence. He pointed to an area shrouded in dark golden law patterns and whispered, "That's the lair of the War Demon God. That fellow has been operating in the Chaos for countless eons, and the defenses of his lair are extremely tight. There's a barrier on the outer edge, formed by the War Demon God's own battle intent, capable of sensing any aggressive intent."

Xuanbao narrowed his eyes, observing the area shrouded in dark golden light from afar. He could sense that the fighting spirit emanating from that area was so intense that it was almost tangible. If an ordinary cultivator were to approach, the sheer amount of fighting spirit alone would likely be enough to shatter their Dao heart.

"Interesting." Xuanbao stroked his chin, then turned to look at Luo Hou. "Do you have a way to bypass that barrier?"

Luo Hou was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Yes, there is, but it will take some time."

"how long?"

"1000."

"No, I'll give you three days." Xuanbao patted Luo Hou on the shoulder. "I think you can do it."

Rahu: ...

"Are you even speaking human language? 1000 years, and you're only giving me three days?"

But things are beyond human control, and he had no other choice. Luo Hou gritted his teeth, said nothing more, and turned to stealthily head towards the dark golden area.

Luo Hou squatted in the chaotic void, looking at the old lair in the distance shrouded in dark golden battle intent, his brows furrowed into a knot.

Three days. Xuanbao only gave him three days.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Back when he roamed the chaotic world, he had indeed mastered an extremely unorthodox method of concealment, which allowed him to mimic any aura he came into contact with in a short period of time.

He had never used this technique before because it was utterly useless—the simulated aura could only last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and it would be exposed as soon as he made a move. But it was perfect for the situation before him.

Luo Hou closed his eyes, and the demonic laws within his body slowly circulated, causing his aura to change. The originally dense black mist gradually faded, its color changing from deep inky black to a dark golden luster—the unique battle intent aura of the War God. His body also twisted, his bones emitting subtle crackling sounds, his originally slender physique becoming more robust, and his facial features becoming more rugged.

A moment later, Luo Hou opened his eyes. He had completely transformed into another "War God"—although his cultivation was only at the peak of the sixth level of the Saint Realm, his aura of battle intent was eight or nine parts similar to that of the real War God.

"We can only hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn," Rahu whispered. "Within that time, we must pass through the barrier and enter the lair. Otherwise, we will be discovered."

Xuanbao gave a thumbs up: "That's enough. Let's go."

Without another word, Luo Hou's figure blurred, transforming into a streak of dark golden light as he sped towards the area shrouded in battle intent. Xuan Bao and Bai Lu followed closely behind, the three of them as light as feathers, clinging to Luo Hou's back. Using the aura of battle intent he feigned, they silently passed through the barrier that even an eighth-level demon god could not forcibly break through.

The moment he passed through the barrier, Xuanbao felt an intense, nauseating battle intent wash over him. The intent was viscous, almost tangible, as if even the air itself had turned to glue; each breath felt like swallowing rust. Looking up, he saw that the lair was a vast, unimaginably expansive void, dotted with countless islands of varying sizes—all formed from fragments of worlds conquered by the War God, each island garrisoned by a different number of demon gods or legions.

In the center of the void, a colossal dark golden palace floated. The palace was entirely forged from chaotic demonic gold, its surface covered with grotesque spikes and scars—these scars were not decorations, but real marks left by the God of War in countless battles, each scar representing a fierce victory.

"Good heavens, this lair is even more impressive than I imagined." Xuanbao clicked his tongue twice, then turned to look at Luo Hou, "Where is the treasure vault of the War Demon God?"

Luo Hou pointed to an area behind the central palace that was heavily sealed off by restrictions: "There. Most of the wealth accumulated by the War Demon God over countless eons is hidden there. However, the restrictions are extremely tight, and one of his avatars is stationed there."

"A clone? What level of cultivation does that represent?"

"Around the early stage of the eighth heaven." Luo Hou paused, then added, "Moreover, that clone is connected to the consciousness of the main body. As long as the clone is attacked, the main body will immediately know."

Xuanbao stroked his chin, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. After a moment, he grinned: "Then let him know."

Luo Hou was taken aback: "Are you crazy? If his true form finds out, wouldn't we be...?"

"That's exactly what I want him to know." Xuanbao interrupted him, a sly glint in his eyes. "You think I'm really just here to steal his treasure vault? What I want is—for him to know that someone is raiding his lair."

Luo Hou instantly understood Xuan Bao's intention.

The strategy is to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao. Xuanbao doesn't want spoils of war; he wants the War Demon God to believe that the Primordial World is coming to raid his homeland, thus abandoning his attack on the Primordial World and returning to defend his stronghold. In this way, the pressure on the Primordial World will be greatly relieved.

"But how will we escape then?" Rahu frowned. "If the War Demon God returns to reinforce, we'll be trapped in his lair, like turtles in a jar."

"Who said we're going to be trapped here?" Xuanbao chuckled, pulling out a fist-sized chaotic-colored bead from his robes—another specially crafted self-destructing innate treasure. "I still have quite a few in stock. I'll give him a big one when the time comes, and we can make a run for it in the chaos."

Luo Hou's eye twitched violently. He suddenly felt that cooperating with Xuan Bao might be even more dangerous than being an enemy of Chaos.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no turning back. Rahu gritted his teeth and, with Xuanbao and Bailu, stealthily made his way towards the treasure vault.

Meanwhile, the War God was still slamming his fist on the table, his gaze fixed darkly on the direction of the Primordial World. Although his right arm had been reattached, the humiliation of being suppressed by the Zhou Tian Star Array still gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

"How many Chaos Gods can the Space God gather?"

The Space Demon God emerged from the void, his expression somewhat grave: "We have already gathered over three hundred demon gods. But the Fate Demon God and the Karma Demon God seem to be still observing. Although they haven't made a clear statement, I can sense that their gazes have never left this area."

"Hmph, those two old foxes." The War Demon God sneered, "They want to sit back and watch the tigers fight, then let them watch. Once we conquer the Primordial World, let's see if they can still sit still."

He had barely finished speaking when his expression suddenly changed!

He sensed a very faint warning coming from the clone he had left in the lair—someone had invaded!

"Not good!" The War Demon God whirled around, his gaze piercing through the endless chaos towards his lair. "Someone's attacking my lair!"

The Space Demon God was also startled: "What? Who has such audacity?"

"I don't know!" The War Demon God gritted his teeth, a struggle flashing in his eyes. He knew he was facing a dilemma—if he returned to his lair, the plan to attack the Primordial World would have to be temporarily shelved; if he didn't return, the losses would be enormous if the reserves in his lair were looted.

"Go back, I'll keep watch here." The Space Demon God saw his hesitation and spoke up. "You can't lose your stronghold. With me here, nothing serious will happen."

The War Demon God was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright. Keep an eye on things for me, I'll be right back."

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a dark golden streak of light and sped towards the direction of the lair.

At this moment, Xuanbao was standing in the center of the War God's treasure trove, looking at the mountains of chaotic spiritual materials, innate spiritual treasures, and dozens of sealed origins of the Great Thousand Worlds before him, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich..." He muttered to himself as he stuffed things into the World Tree space. "This War God is such a good person. He knows our Primordial World is short of resources, so he specially saved up so many for us to take."

Luo Hou stood to the side, watching Xuan Bao's starving look, his lips twitching slightly, but he still couldn't help but remind him, "The true form of the War Demon God should already be on its way back. We have at most an incense stick's time left."

"One incense stick's time? That's enough." Xuanbao didn't even turn his head, his hands moving even faster. "Go and reinforce the outer barrier first, to buy us some time. I'll show you something fun later."

Although Luo Hou didn't know what the Xuanbao Gourd was up to, he still followed orders and left to reinforce the outer defenses of the treasure vault.

Bai Lu stood quietly beside Xuan Bao, watching him swarm through the treasure vault like locusts, and suddenly asked, "Are you really just here to steal things?"

Xuanbao paused slightly in his movements, then turned around and grinned, "You're the one who understands me best."

He straightened up, dusted off his hands (which weren't actually dust), glanced at the treasures in the vault that he had looted most of, and then took out a fist-sized chaotic-colored bead from his pocket—his specially made self-destructing innate treasure.

"Stealing was just a side effect. My real purpose was to leave this thing in his treasure vault."

Bai Lu's pupils contracted slightly: "You're going to blow up his base?"

"It's not just about exploding." Xuanbao chuckled, carefully placing the bead on a pillar in the center of the treasure vault. "I also want this bead to leave behind a little 'gift' after the explosion."

He took out a strand of black hair from his robes—it was Luo Hou's hair—and wrapped it around the bead. Then he inscribed several mysterious runes on the bead, the aura emanating from them clearly the unique fluctuations of demonic laws.

"So, when the War Demon God returns and sees the treasure vault destroyed, and also detects the aura of demonic laws, what will he think?"

Bai Lu was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered two words: "Rahu".

"Bingo!" Xuanbao snapped his fingers. "Anyway, Luo Hou is already the enemy of Chaos. So what if we have too many lice? So what if we have too many debts? It doesn't matter if we take on another one."

Luo Hou, who was reinforcing the barrier outside, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

The War Demon God rushed back to his lair at top speed. As he passed through the barrier and saw the reinforced restrictions surrounding the treasure vault, an ominous premonition welled up within him. When he stormed into the vault and saw the mostly empty space, and the chaotic-colored bead on the central pillar gleaming with a dangerous light—

His expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

"burst--"

Xuanbao's voice echoed softly in the void.

Then, a dark golden mushroom cloud rose slowly in the center of the War Demon God's lair.