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

Next, Xuanbao witnessed the great battle between the Chaos Gods and Pangu, who were trying to stop him from creating the primordial world. The Chaos Gods swarmed in from all directions like locusts, attempting to halt his creation of this realm. Pangu, single-handedly, slew one Chaos God after another, his blood staining the chaos crimson, and his corpses piling up like mountains. But he did not stop; only when the last Chaos God fell did he lean on his axe, panting heavily.

He saw Pangu's body begin to disintegrate after he created the world. His left eye became the sun, his right eye became the moon, his blood became rivers, his bones became mountains, and his primordial spirit became the laws of heaven and earth—he used all of himself to forge the foundation of the primordial world.

Then, the scene changes—

Xuanbao saw that before Pangu completely dissipated, he used his last bit of power to condense this rune. His gaze pierced through the endless chaos, looking towards an extremely distant direction, his eyes filled with a complex emotion—resentment, expectation, and a deep sense of apprehension.

"Beyond the chaos... there is danger..."

Pangu's voice echoed in Xuanbao's sea of ​​consciousness, weak yet clear: "When I was preparing to achieve the Great Dao, I sensed a gaze from beyond the chaos... That gaze, it only glanced at me, and I was injured by it..."

"I wanted to take that step, to see what lies beyond the chaos... but there wasn't enough time..."

"You who come after me... if you can reach my level... remember... before you have sufficient strength... do not let the beings beyond the chaos... notice you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the information stream abruptly stopped.

Xuanbao stood there, motionless for a long time. A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Pangu—the one who single-handedly slew countless chaotic demons and opened up the entire primordial world—was actually injured by a mere glance?!

How powerful must that being beyond the chaos be?!

Above the Ninth Heaven of Sainthood? Or the legendary Realm of the Great Dao? Or even... higher than the Realm of the Great Dao?

Xuanbao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. He looked down at the rune fragment that had turned into a stream of light and merged into his palm, feeling the trace of Pangu's primordial aura contained within it, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Good grief... I thought breaking through to the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm would make me invincible, but you pull this stunt on me..."

Bai Lu stepped forward from behind him, looked at his complex expression, and asked softly, "What did you see?"

Xuanbao was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I saw how Pangu died."

Bai Lu's pupils contracted slightly.

"He wasn't killed by the siege of the Chaos Demons." Xuanbao's voice carried a hint of solemnity. "When the world was being created, he was glanced at by some being outside the Chaos and suffered a Dao injury. Those Chaos Demons were merely those who took advantage of his weakness to finish him off."

Bai Lu remained silent for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence: "There really is something beyond the chaos."

"Not only does it exist, but it's incredibly powerful." Xuanbao nodded, his gaze fixed on the eternal darkness deep within the Eternal Ruins. "So powerful that even Pangu couldn't withstand a single glance from it."

He paused, then suddenly grinned: "But that's what makes it interesting. Wouldn't it be so boring if there was nothing beyond chaos?"

Bai Lu looked at his carefree attitude and shook her head helplessly: "Aren't you afraid?"

"What's the use of being afraid?" Xuanbao shrugged. "What's meant to happen will happen. Instead of living in fear all day, we should focus on improving our strength. Maybe when I really reach the level of Pangu, I can withstand that one glance?"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked back the way he came. After a few steps, he stopped and added without turning his head: "Moreover—something that even Pangu couldn't forget might be a great opportunity."

Bai Lu watched his retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, and then quickly followed after him.

After the two left, Xuanbao did not return directly to the Primordial World. Instead, he found a secluded place on the edge of Chaos, sat down cross-legged, and began to digest the rune left behind by Pangu.

After the rune merged into his palm, it did not disappear. Instead, it transformed into a warm, chaotic light that hovered in his dantian. Within the light, countless fine lines of law could be faintly seen—each line contained the ultimate mystery of a law, far more profound than what Xuanbao himself had comprehended.

This is the real opportunity!

Inside the rune is a miniature universe woven from three thousand laws. Each law pattern is like a galaxy, meandering and flowing in the void, emitting different colors of light—golden destiny, silver time, invisible and colorless cause and effect, deep and dark void... The three thousand galaxies intertwine to form a vast and breathtaking picture.

At the center of all the stars, there is a simple and unadorned light.

The light had no color, no form, and not even any fluctuations of law. It hovered silently at the intersection of the three thousand laws, like an observer, neither participating in the operation of the laws nor interfering with their collision. But Xuanbao could sense that the light was the core of the entire rune—it was like a tuner, allowing the three thousand galaxies to play in harmony, rather than clashing and canceling each other out.

"This is... the Law of Force?"

Xuanbao's divine sense cautiously approached the colorless light. The closer he got, the more he could feel an indescribable "weight"—not a weight in terms of physical size, but a weight in terms of presence. It was as if the light itself was the definition of "existence," the source of all power.

He extended his divine sense and gently touched the light.

boom!!!

An indescribable realization surged into his mind like a tsunami. He saw the moment when Pangu cleaved the chaos with his axe—that axe strike was not a simple physical attack, but an ultimate blow that fused power, laws, will, and origin into one. In that axe strike, there was the flow of time, the determination of fate, the severing of cause and effect, the tearing of space, the transformation of life and death… All three thousand laws were integrated into that axe strike, transforming into a power that transcended everything.

"I see..." Xuanbao murmured to himself, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. "The Law of Power is not an independent law, but rather a catalyst that harmonizes the three thousand laws. It does not generate power itself, but it can fuse the power of the three thousand laws together, unleashing a power far exceeding the sum of a single law."

He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. He could feel the patterns of the three thousand laws within his body undergoing subtle changes under the illumination of the Pangu runes. The laws, which had previously operated independently, now seemed to be gently plucked by an invisible hand, beginning to coordinate and operate in the same direction—like an orchestra that had been playing its own tunes, finally welcoming a conductor.

"With the Law of Power, I can truly unleash the advantages of the Three Thousand Laws." Xuanbao's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Before, although I had mastered the Three Thousand Laws, I could only use them one by one in each battle, at most operating two or three simultaneously. But now—"

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide. The golden law of destiny, the silvery law of time, the formless and colorless law of cause and effect, the dark law of void... the light of three thousand laws simultaneously shone in his palm, then, as if kneaded together by an invisible hand, transformed into a chaotic light. Within that light lay a power that even Xuanbao himself felt a chill run down his spine.

"Now, I can flatten and roll them into balls, and I don't even need two hands to hit them."

Xuanbao grinned, but quickly suppressed his smile. He realized that comprehending the Law of Power was only the first step; the real difficulty lay in perfectly integrating the three thousand laws. Pangu could cleave chaos with a single axe strike because he was the embodiment of the Law of Power, possessing an unparalleled understanding of the three thousand laws. Xuanbao, while possessing only a superficial grasp of the three thousand laws, lacked profound mastery of any single one. He still had a long way to go before he could achieve the same level of mastery as Pangu.

"However..." Xuanbao stroked his chin, a sly glint in his eyes, "I may be slow to comprehend things alone, but I can comprehend them together with many others."

With a thought, the vast array of spiritual treasures within his body simultaneously lit up. Within each treasure, a clone of a profound treasure sat cross-legged—clones he had condensed over the years using his treasure energy, each possessing an innate divine ability to comprehend. Normally, these clones would meditate on different laws, then relay their insights back to his main body.

At this moment, Xuanbao transmitted his insights into the laws of power from the Pangu runes to all his clones through the connection between his main body and his clones.

Countless clones simultaneously received that insight. Like countless supercomputers, they began calculating, deducing, and verifying. Some clones focused on combining the Law of Force with the Law of Time, some on fusing the Law of Force with the Law of Space, and some attempted to coordinate the Law of Force with multiple other laws simultaneously…

Countless clones simultaneously entered a profound state of enlightenment. Different colored rays of law flowed around them, and under the harmonization of the law of power, these rays gradually converged, evolving towards a chaotic color.

Xuanbao's main body sat cross-legged in the center of the void, sensing the continuous insights flowing from his countless clones. These insights, like trickling streams, flowed into the Pangu runes in his sea of ​​consciousness, where they were refined and sublimated into purer laws of power, which were then fed back to all his clones.

This is an unprecedented cultivation model. It's not about one person comprehending, but countless versions of oneself comprehending simultaneously and then sharing the results. The efficiency of this model is tens of thousands of times greater than that of solo cultivation.

A century has passed quietly in the process of cultivation.

Xuanbao opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. His aura hadn't improved—his cultivation level remained at the early stage of the Ninth Heaven—but his entire demeanor had undergone a dramatic transformation. If he had previously been like a sharp, gleaming sword, then now he was like a rough, unpolished stone. Seemingly ordinary, yet containing a power powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth.

"The Law of Power truly lives up to its name." Xuanbao stood up and stretched his limbs. He could feel that the patterns of the three thousand laws within his body were no longer independent, but had formed an organic whole under the harmonization of the Law of Power. Although there was still a long way to go to reach the level of Pangu who "cleaved chaos with a single axe," he had already touched the threshold and had roughly comprehended about three levels of the Law of Power.

He stretched out his hand and gently clenched his fist. He didn't activate any laws, he simply clenched his fist—but the moment his fist tightened, the surrounding chaotic void seemed unable to withstand that force, and began to slightly twist and collapse. It was as if his fist itself contained power enough to shake the void.

"Not bad, not bad." Xuanbao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Bailu, who had been guarding him, and asked, "How long have I been in seclusion?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven years," Bai Lu said calmly. "Your cultivation has caused too much of a stir several times. I was afraid that some chaotic demon gods would come and interfere."

"Hehe, cultivation inevitably makes some noise." Xuanbao scratched his head, then changed the subject, "By the way, during my seclusion, did anything major happen in the Chaos?"

"No." Bai Lu shook her head. "The giants of the Nine Heavens are all recuperating, and the demon gods on the edge of chaos are also behaving themselves."

"Alright, let's let them off the hook for now."

Xuanbao was also thinking that if any chaotic demons came to cause trouble, he could go and test just how much stronger he had become.

"But if it's not there, it's not there. Let's go to the Primordial World first and settle things, otherwise it will always be a hidden danger."

The two quickly returned to the Primordial World. Xuanbao's gaze pierced through layers of void, looking towards the core depths of the Primordial Heavenly Dao. There, two energies that had been intertwined for countless eons were still locked in a stalemate—Hongjun and the remnant spirit of the Chaos Demon God, like two venomous snakes entwined together, neither able to swallow the other, neither willing to let go.

Previously, his strength was insufficient, so he could only let those two fight to the death in the origin of the Heavenly Dao, while he seized the opportunity to take control of the Primordial Heavenly Dao. But now, he has broken through the Ninth Heaven, comprehended the Law of Power, and wields the Void Mirror and the World-Destroying Millstone, two chaotic spiritual treasures. If he were to let those two old guys cause trouble in his own home, he would be too pathetic.

"It's time to settle things." Xuanbao stretched and, with a flicker, appeared in the core space of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

This was a chaotic void, with countless laws intertwined and entwined like a spider web, extending into the endless distance. In the center of this void, two enormous orbs of light floated—one a purplish-gold orb, radiating a vast and majestic aura, which was Hongjun's Dao Origin; the other a dark red orb, radiating a violent and chaotic aura, which was the remnant of the Chaos Demon God.

The two beams of light, like two colossal beasts that had fought for countless years, tore at each other, entangled, and devoured one another, turning this core space of the Heavenly Dao into a mess. Around them, a faint cyan light membrane enveloped the entire space—a seal set up by the Heavenly Dao's avatar to prevent their battle from affecting the entire primordial world.