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

The explosion of a primordial treasure was terrifying. A mushroom cloud slowly rose in the chaotic void, and the aftershocks spread outwards like ripples. The dark golden palace, forged from chaotic demonic metal, was torn open in the explosion, its diameter reaching a great world. Countless fragments scattered like meteors, tracing brilliant streaks of light in the chaos.

The War Demon stood amidst the ruins, his face ashen, his body trembling slightly.

His treasure trove—the treasure trove he had painstakingly accumulated over countless eons—was completely gone. What enraged him even more was that the residual aura after the self-destructing spiritual treasure exploded contained a very clear fluctuation of demonic laws.

"Rahu..."

The War Demon gritted his teeth and forced out those two words. His voice was low and hoarse, like the growl of a wounded beast, carrying an extreme, suppressed rage.

"It's you again! It's you again!!"

He whirled around and slammed his fist into a rickety pillar beside him. The pillar, forged from chaotic demonic metal and engraved with countless defensive runes, shattered like tofu under his furious punch, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

The Demon God of War had never been so angry.

He stood in the center of his ruined lair, his dark golden battle intent surging like boiling magma, scorching and distorting the surrounding chaotic void. His subordinate demon gods, who had rushed to the scene, knelt in the distance, not daring to even breathe—they had never seen their leader so enraged.

"Rahu..." The War Demon God spat out the name through clenched teeth, his voice as deep as if it came from the deepest hell, "Fine, very well. You dare to bomb my lair? Then I'll show you what it means to wish for death but be unable to live!"

He whirled around, his gaze sweeping over his kneeling subordinates: "Pass down the order—from this day forward, activate all spies in Chaos and relentlessly pursue Rahu's whereabouts! Find him alive or dead! Whoever can provide Rahu's exact location will be rewarded with a Chaos treasure!"

These words shook the entire Chaos.

A Chaos Treasure! That's a treasure that even powerful Chaos Giants dream of! The fact that the War God offered it as a bounty shows just how much hatred he has for Rahu.

In an instant, those rogue demon gods who had been observing from the sidelines, and even some low-ranking forces, were all mobilized as if they had been injected with adrenaline, searching everywhere for Luo Hou's whereabouts. The War Demon God even personally led a team, bringing dozens of elite demon gods under his command to conduct a carpet search in the chaos.

However, Rahu seemed to have vanished from the chaos, and no matter how the God of War searched, he could not find a trace of him.

This is naturally because of the Mysterious Treasure.

Within the World Tree space, Rahu sat cross-legged on a massive branch, his face ashen. He could sense countless divine thoughts sweeping through the chaos, like combs meticulously examining every inch of the void. Among those divine thoughts, several carried the unique, violent aura of the War Demon God.

"You seem quite leisurely," Luo Hou said irritably, glancing at Xuan Bao who was calmly sipping his Enlightenment Tea not far away. "The War Demon God is practically ready to devour me alive right now. And here you are, drinking tea?"

"What's the rush?" Xuanbao slowly sipped his Enlightenment Tea, smacked his lips, and said, "Let him search. Chaos is so vast, even if he turns the whole thing upside down, he won't find you. Once he's exhausted all his energy chasing you, we'll have a chance to do other things."

Luo Hou frowned: "Other things? What else do you want to do?"

Xuanbao put down his teacup, stood up, walked to the edge of the World Tree space, looked into the depths of chaos, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "The War God is just an appetizer. Which of those top-ranked demon gods in the chaos doesn't have a powerful and influential family? Let's take them down one by one and let them taste what it's like to have their backyards on fire."

Luo Hou's eye twitched violently: "You...you're going to provoke other demon gods again?"

"Why not?" Xuanbao turned around, smiling innocently. "Anyway, you're already the enemy of Chaos. You're not bothered by having too many lice or too many debts. It doesn't matter if you take on a few more burdens."

Luo Hou: "..."

He suddenly had a strong urge to strangle the carefree guy in front of him. But when he thought of the deadly restriction between his eyebrows, he forcibly suppressed the impulse.

Over the next few centuries, an unprecedented wave of "backyard fires" swept through the chaos.

After the War Demon God's lair was destroyed, the second to suffer was the Destruction Demon God.

The Destruction God was cleaved in two by Pangu's axe. Although his remnant soul escaped and reformed into a physical body, his strength was greatly diminished, and he has been hiding in the depths of chaos to heal. Under his command is a Demon God leader named "Bone Crack," a peak seventh-level cultivator who occupies a resource-rich region in the southwest of chaos and commands dozens of Demon Gods, making his power not to be underestimated.

That day, the Bone-Splitting Demon God was handling official business on his bone throne when he suddenly heard a deafening roar. He rushed out of the palace and saw his treasure trove, containing countless eons' worth of resources, being slowly swallowed by a massive mushroom cloud. In the aftershocks of the explosion, a remarkably clear aura of demonic law drifted through the void as if in provocation.

The Bone-Splitting Demon God's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "Rahu!!"

He immediately ordered a full-scale manhunt for Rahu. But like the War God, he searched the entire southwestern region of Chaos and couldn't find a single hair on Rahu's head.

Then comes the Devouring Demon God.

This chaotic behemoth, renowned for his Devouring Law, controls dozens of Great Thousand Worlds within the Chaos, commanding nearly a hundred demon gods, wielding immense power. His lair is located in a primordial sea at the heart of the Chaos, its defenses so formidable that even a mosquito cannot fly inside.

However, one day, a terrifying explosion suddenly erupted in the center of the Devouring Demon God's Origin Sea. The power of the explosion was so great that it blasted a huge hole with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles into the Origin Sea that he had painstakingly cultivated for countless eons. Dozens of Great Thousand Worlds were affected, and three of them were directly blasted into dust.

The Devouring Demon God crawled out of the ruins, his body charred black and blood trickling from his mouth. Sensing the familiar aura of demonic laws, he roared to the heavens, a roar that shook the very fabric of chaos: "Rahu!! I will tear you to pieces!!"

Following them were the Void Demon God, the Giant Beast Demon God, the Heavenly Eye Demon God...

One after another, powerful Chaos Gods suffered the tragedy of having their treasure troves destroyed. Their Chaos Spiritual Roots, which held countless eons of treasure, were uprooted, truly a return to square one overnight.

Every explosion site leaves behind a clear aura of demonic laws.

Each time, all the clues pointed to the same person—Luo Hou.

In just a few hundred years, Rahu's name became utterly reviled in the Chaos. Those Chaos Demons who had previously been observing now gritted their teeth at the mere mention of Rahu. A "Coalition to Exterminate Rahu," funded by a dozen top-ranking Chaos Giants and composed of hundreds of elite Demons, launched an unprecedented manhunt in the Chaos.

Meanwhile, the true instigator, Xuanbao, was hiding in the World Tree space, leisurely counting his spoils.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!" Xuanbao grinned from ear to ear as he counted the treasures he had plundered from the lairs of the various demon gods. "Chaotic Demon Gold, Chaotic Spiritual Roots, Chaotic Spiritual Treasures, the Origin of the Great Thousand Worlds... Tsk tsk, these powerful Chaotic Demon Gods are truly rolling in money!"

Bai Lu sat to the side, looking at his greedy appearance, and shook her head helplessly: "You're happy, aren't you? Luo Hou has become the public enemy of Chaos now, and he doesn't even dare to leave the house."

"Isn't that exactly what I wanted?" Xuanbao said without looking up. "The more he's being hunted down, the more he'll need my protection. That way, he'll have no choice but to work for me obediently."

Bai Lu was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if those Chaos Giants discovered that you were the one manipulating all of this behind the scenes?"

Xuanbao paused slightly, then looked up and grinned, "Let them find out then."

Bai Lu frowned: "Are you serious?"

"It's half true, half false," Xuanbao said seriously, his smile fading. "Of course I don't want them to find out. But if it really can't be hidden anymore, then so be it. At worst, we'll all die together. Besides, even if I don't do these things, won't they do anything to me?"

Xuanbao paused, his gaze becoming profound: "Moreover, I have a feeling that those two old foxes, the God of Fate and the God of Cause and Effect, won't sit idly by and watch the balance in chaos be completely broken. If it really comes to that, they will probably intervene."

Bai Lu nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more.

……

Deep within the chaos lies a forbidden zone, one that even the Demon God of Fate has never set foot in.

There is no light, no darkness, no time, no space. There is no chaotic current, no fluctuation of laws, and even the concept of "nothingness" itself seems to have lost its meaning here. Any living being that steps into this area will instantly lose all senses—sight, hearing, touch, and even the awareness of its own existence will be swallowed up by this absolute nothingness.

This forbidden zone has a name among the Chaos Gods—the Ruins of Eternal Silence.

Legend has it that this was once the burial place of the Chaos God at the beginning of time. The names of those gods have long been forgotten, and even the laws he wielded have dissipated into the endless river of time. But the power that erupted when he fell left an eternal mark on this area—a mark deeper than death and purer than nothingness.

For countless eons, no living being has dared to set foot in this forbidden zone. Even the top ten Chaos Giants would instinctively feel a tremor from their very soul when approaching the edge of the Eternal Ruins, and would then quietly detour around it.

But today, deep within the Ruins of Eternal Silence, a pair of eyes have opened.

Those eyes had no pupils, no whites, only two deep, profound darkness. That darkness seemed capable of devouring all light, all laws, all existence, even the two supreme laws of "fate" and "cause and effect," which flickered like candles in the wind before it.

Lord of Nothingness.

He slept in the eternal void for countless eons. So long that he almost forgot his own name, so long that he almost became one with this nothingness.

But today, that veil has been torn away.

One after another, intense primal fluctuations, like ripples, emanated from all directions of chaos, constantly impacting the edge of the Eternal Ruins. Among those fluctuations were the rage of the God of War, the greed of the God of Devouring, the scheming of the God of Space, and the prying eyes of the God of Fate and the God of Cause and Effect... But what concerned the Lord of Nothingness most was an extremely subtle yet extremely tenacious aura.

That aura seemed to belong neither to chaos nor to any known world. It was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples upon ripples in the perception of the Lord of Nothingness.

"interesting."

The voice of the Lord of Nothingness echoed through the Ruins of Eternal Silence. The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to penetrate all barriers, reaching every corner of the chaos. He slowly stood up—or rather, his formless existence began to coalesce into a blurry humanoid outline.

He raised his hand and gently drew a line in the air. A pitch-black rift opened up before him, and on the other side of the rift was the council hall where the demons and gods in the chaos were arguing fiercely.

He did not cross the rift, but stood quietly in the Ruins of Eternal Silence, observing the chaotic situation through the crack.

He saw the War Demon God cursing Rahu's name in a fit of rage; he saw the Space Demon God analyzing the distribution of power in the chaos with a gloomy expression; he saw the Devouring Demon God gritting his teeth and vowing to tear Rahu to pieces; he saw the demon gods whose lair had been blown up running around like ants on a hot pan.

Then, his gaze moved beyond these noisy appearances and landed on the deeper threads of fate.

Those threads of fate, intertwined like a spider web, each connecting a demon god, a world, and a cause and effect. But within this vast web of fate, one thread stands out—it flickers, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, as if deliberately evading the capture of the laws of fate.

The Lord of Nothingness's gaze followed the line of fate, tracing through layers of mist and over countless obstacles, finally settling on a blue figure.

"So it was you."

The Lord of Nothingness's voice carried a hint of ambiguous emotion. It wasn't surprise, anger, or admiration—it was more like the curiosity of someone who had discovered an interesting toy.

He didn't act immediately. He could sense the auras of the Fate God and the Cause and Effect God swirling around the azure figure. The two old foxes had clearly noticed this variable and were secretly providing protection.

"Fate, cause and effect... Do you intend to use him to break the deadlock of chaos?" the Lord of Nothingness murmured to himself, his gaze deepening. "Or do you yourselves not even see where he will ultimately go?"

He was silent for a moment, then slowly extended his finger and gently tapped the air.

An invisible wave, centered on the Eternal Ruins, spread outwards throughout the entire chaos. The wave was extremely weak, so weak that even the God of Fate and the God of Cause and Effect could only feel a faint tremor, as if a butterfly had flapped its wings in some corner of the chaos.

But this slight tremor made Xuanbao, who was counting his spoils in the World Tree space, suddenly stop what he was doing.

He felt an inexplicable chill rise from his spine and rush to the top of his head. The feeling was deeper and colder than when the God of Fate had spied on him, as if an invisible hand was reaching out from the deepest part of chaos and gently touching his destiny line.

"What's wrong?" Bai Lu noticed his unusual behavior, put down the spiritual root in her hand, and asked with concern.

Xuanbao did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes, and the Three Thousand Laws slowly circulated within his body, trying to pinpoint the source of the chill. But the chill came and went quickly, as if it had never existed, leaving only a faint shadow in his heart.

"...It's nothing." Xuanbao opened his eyes, shook his head, but his brows furrowed slightly. "I just have a bad feeling."

Bai Lu was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Are they those Chaos Gods?"

"It doesn't seem like it." Xuanbao shook his head again. "I'm already very familiar with the aura of those demon gods. But that feeling just now... it was very unfamiliar, very distant, yet very powerful. So powerful that it made me feel a little uneasy."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the depths of chaos beyond the World Tree space, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes: "There are probably beings in the chaos that we don't know about, watching all of this."

Bai Lu's expression changed slightly. Although she had once been a Chaos Goddess, Chaos was too vast, and even she had never set foot in all its regions. Some of the ancient beings who truly stood at the pinnacle of Chaos had even been asleep before her birth, unknown even to her.

"So what should we do now?" Bai Lu asked.

Xuanbao was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned: "Let's just do what we have to do. Anyway, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Let's develop ourselves and cause trouble. Who cares who's spying in the shadows? As long as they don't actively cause trouble, we'll just pretend they don't exist."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again and continued to count the spoils he had taken from the demon god's lair, as if the chill he had just felt had never existed.

But in the instant he lowered his head, a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

He knew that the owner of that chilling aura was no mere passerby. The fact that the creature had released a trace of its presence meant it had noticed him. And someone who could remain undetected by both the God of Fate and the God of Cause and Effect must possess at least the cultivation level of a Saint at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm.