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

The moment Xuanbao stepped into the core space of the Heavenly Dao, the chaotic flow of laws throughout the entire space seemed to freeze for a moment.

Two intertwined lights—purple-gold and dark red—like two venomous snakes tearing at each other for countless ages, were still locked in a fierce battle. Fragments of laws danced in the void like snowflakes, each collision causing the space to tremble violently. The azure sealing light membrane that the Xuanbao had laid down years ago was now covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"After fighting for so many years, aren't you tired?" Xuanbao crossed his arms and looked at the two orbs of light with a smile.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible blade that pierced the core of those two orbs of light.

Hongjun's aura fluctuated violently first. The ball of purple-gold light trembled violently, and a weak and aged voice emerged from it, carrying a hint of disbelief: "Mysterious Treasure... your aura... the Ninth Heaven?!"

The dark red remnant of the demonic god ceased its attack, transforming into a ferocious face that stared intently at Xuan Bao. Its voice was hoarse and violent, like the scraping of metal: "Impossible! How could a mere acquired being break through to the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm in such a short time?!"

Xuanbao did not answer, but slowly released his aura. The pressure of the Nine Heavens spread out like an invisible tide, enveloping the entire core space of the Heavenly Dao. The face conjured by the remnant spirit of the demon god twisted and deformed under the pressure, letting out a unwilling roar; while Hongjun's purple-gold light trembled slightly under this pressure, whether from excitement or fear, it was unclear.

"Nothing is impossible." Xuanbao withdrew his oppressive aura, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually. "Who told me to be a genius? I broke through without even realizing it."

The devil said with regret: "..."

Hongjun: "..."

"Alright, enough chit-chat." Xuanbao clapped his hands and said seriously, "I'm here today to resolve your issues."

Xuanbao turned his gaze to the dark red remnant of the demon god: "You really are useless. You haven't improved at all after all this time. It's time to shut up."

Then he turned to Hongjun: "And you, Grandmaster, you have protected the Primordial World for so many years. Even if you have not made any great contributions, you have certainly worked hard. But as for your motivation, we are all clear-headed people, so there is no need to say more. You are already deeply bound to the origin of the Heavenly Dao. If this problem is not solved, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World will never be truly stable."

Hongjun remained silent for a moment, his weak voice tinged with bitterness: "You're right. I've been entangled with this remnant of the demon god for countless eons, and we're already locked in a stalemate. If it weren't for your help back then, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World would probably have been torn apart by us long ago."

"So, I have a suggestion." Xuanbao held up two fingers, "I can help you separate completely—the price is that, Ancestor, you must hand over control of the Primordial Heavenly Dao."

Upon hearing this, the entire space fell silent.

To be honest, Hongjun was somewhat reluctant to relinquish his identity as the Primordial Heavenly Dao, but now he was faced with a choice: either hand it over or die. As for how to choose between life and death, it was quite obvious.

The lingering resentment of the demon god was the first to erupt in anger: "Arrogant! Who do you think you are? So what if you're in the Nine Heavens? Everyone's in the Nine Heavens!"

Hongjun remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "What will happen to me after I relinquish control of the Heavenly Dao?"

"I will recreate a body for you," Xuanbao said earnestly. "With my current cultivation level, it is not difficult for me to reshape a perfect physical body for you. At that time, you will exist in the prehistoric world with a completely new identity—no longer the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, but a free individual."

Hongjun fell silent again. He could sense that Xuanbao was speaking from the heart. This descendant, whom he had once regarded as a pawn, had now grown to a height that even he had to look up to. And the conditions he proposed, while meaning relinquishing supreme power, also meant liberation—liberation from that endless entanglement and torment.

"Alright, I promise you." Hongjun's voice carried a hint of relief. "I'm tired of these countless eons."

"Hongjun! You coward!" the remnant spirit of the demon god roared madly, "You actually want to bow down to a being born after death? Where is your dignity? Where is your pride?!"

"Dignity? Pride?" Hongjun's voice carried a hint of mockery. "Those things were eaten by dogs long ago."

Xuanbao stopped talking and slowly raised his right hand. The light of the Three Thousand Laws condensed in his palm, transforming into an invisible blade. The patterns of the Law of Force flowed on that blade, emanating an aura that seemed capable of cutting through all existence.

"Grandmaster, relax and don't resist." Xuanbao's voice was calm yet firm. "I will first sever the entanglements of your laws with the remnants of the demon god's will, one by one. This process may be somewhat painful, but it will not harm your essence."

Hongjun did not speak, but the ball of purple-gold light slowly receded, no longer entangled with the remnant will of the demon god, but shrank into a ball, quietly floating in the void.

Seeing this, the remnant spirit of the demon god knew that Xuanbao was serious, and frantically pounced on Hongjun: "Trying to shake me off? Dream on!"

However, the moment it moved, a grayish-white light descended from the sky, locking it firmly in place. The Void Mirror hovered above Xuanbao's head, its grayish-white light pouring down like a tangible substance, enveloping the remnant spirit of the demon god. That terrifying force of denial made the demon god's remnant spirit's struggles as sluggish as slow motion.

"Xiao Bai, well done," Xuan Bao praised approvingly.

"Thank you for the praise, Master!" Little White's voice rang out in his mind, tinged with a hint of pride.

"Chaotic Spiritual Treasure!" x2

Both of them were stunned to see that Xuanbao actually possessed a Chaos Spiritual Treasure.

Xuanbao ignored the two and didn't delay any longer. With a wave of his right hand, the invisible blade formed from the three thousand laws cut into the entanglement of laws between Hongjun and the remnant of the demon god.

To be honest, it is very difficult to do this. If Xuanbao had not now comprehended the Law of Power and was able to balance 3000 laws, he would not have been able to do this.

This was an extremely delicate task. Hongjun and the remnant spirit of the demon god had been entangled for countless eons, their respective laws and patterns already intertwined like vines, each containing elements of the other. To completely separate them without harming Hongjun's essence required an extremely subtle control over the laws.

But what Xuanbao has in abundance is the ability to control the laws.

He closed his eyes, immersing his consciousness into the tangled web of laws. The three thousand laws slowly circulated within his body, allowing him to clearly distinguish the origin of each law pattern—which belonged to Hongjun, which to the remnants of the demon god, and which were jointly derived from both. He manipulated the invisible blade, like a skilled surgeon, precisely cutting through each tangled pattern, peeling away Hongjun's laws one by one.

This process was extremely slow and mentally taxing. With each cut, a fine layer of sweat would appear on Xuanbao's forehead. But he showed no impatience, and his movements remained steady and unwavering.

One year, two years, ten years...

Within the core space of the Heavenly Dao, time seemed to lose its meaning. Xuanbao, like a tireless sculptor, meticulously carved away at the tangled patterns of laws. Hongjun's aura gradually became purer and more stable in this process; while the aura of the Demon God's lingering will grew weaker and more chaotic.

Finally, about a hundred years later...

The invisible blade in Xuanbao's hand severed the last entangled law pattern.

"It's done."

He slowly sheathed his blade and exhaled a long breath. Nine years of continuous, meticulous work had taken a toll on his cultivation, even at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm.

Hongjun's purplish-gold light had now completely broken free from the entanglement of the demon god's lingering will, and floated in the void like a pure gemstone. Although his aura was weak, it was no longer mixed with that violent dark red energy.

The lingering resentment of the demon god, like a lump of mud that has lost its support, writhed helplessly in the void. It let out a low roar, trying to regroup its power, but without Hongjun's origin as its support, it was nothing more than a rootless tree and water without a source.

"Next, it's time to send you on your way." Xuanbao looked at the lingering demonic spirit and slowly raised his right hand.

The Law of Power condensed in his palm, and the light of the Three Thousand Laws surged into it like rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into a chaotic light. The light was not dazzling, but it exuded an aura that seemed capable of suppressing everything.

The remnant spirit of the demon god sensed a deadly threat and roared in despair, "No! You cannot kill me! I have been entangled with Hongjun for countless eons, and his laws are already tainted with my aura! Killing me will damage his very essence!"

"You're right." Xuanbao nodded. "So what?"

The devil's remnants:...

Hongjun: ...

The demon god's lingering resentment was stunned.

It had originally thought that Xuanbao would consider Hongjun's safety and at least hesitate. But it never expected that Xuanbao's answer would be so straightforward—so what?

"Aren't you...aren't you afraid that Hongjun's origin will be damaged and the Heavenly Dao will be unstable?" The voice of the Demon God's lingering spirit was tinged with panic.

"Yes, I am scared." Xuanbao shrugged. "But it's not like it's completely broken. It'll heal with some rest. Besides—"

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze turning dangerous: "You think I'd give you room to bargain? You're a prisoner; what right do you have to negotiate with me?"

Before he finished speaking, Xuanbao's right hand suddenly shot out, his five fingers forming a claw, and directly pierced into the core of that lingering demonic will!

"ah--!!!"

The demon god's lingering spirit let out a shrill scream, twisting and turning frantically, trying to break free from Xuanbao's grasp. But Xuanbao's five fingers held it firmly to its core like iron clamps, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape.

"Don't waste your energy." Xuanbao's voice was terrifyingly calm. "Even in your prime, you weren't a match for me. Now, in this broken state, what waves do you think you can stir up?"

He tightened his grip slightly, and a terrifying suction force surged from his palm, frantically drawing out the essence of the demon god's remnant will. The dark red light dimmed at a visible speed, emitting unwilling roars and curses.

"You...you will die a horrible death! The beings beyond chaos will descend sooner or later! When that time comes, you will be devoured just like me!"

"Oh," Xuanbao replied expressionlessly, his hands moving without pausing.

The lingering aura of the demon god grew weaker and weaker until it finally transformed into a fist-sized, dark red sphere of light, silently hovering in Xuanbao's palm. Its consciousness had been completely erased, leaving only the purest essence of its soul—the essence left behind by the Chaos Demon God after its death, containing its complete understanding and perception of the laws.

Xuanbao held the ball of light, examining it from all angles, then nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, the essence of the soul from the Ninth Heaven, indeed a good thing."

He reached out and summoned the Emperor's Banner, which flew out of his body and unfurled before him. On the dark banner, golden runes flowed endlessly, emanating a vast and majestic aura—the power of humanity's destiny, a force condensed from the will of countless human ancestors.

"After the Human Emperor Banner was upgraded to a Primordial Treasure, it has remained unchanged." Xuanbao slapped the dark red ball of light in his hand onto the Human Emperor Banner. "Today, I'll make up for it for you."

The moment the sphere of light touched the Emperor's Banner, the golden runes on its surface suddenly lit up, writhing like living things, layer by layer enveloping, binding, and fusing with the soul's essence. The Emperor's Banner's aura began to rise at an alarming rate—mid-stage Innate Treasure, late-stage Innate Treasure, peak Innate Treasure…

Then, it broke through that bottleneck with a roar!

Chaos Spiritual Treasure!

After fusing with the soul essence of the Chaos Demon God of the Nine Heavens, the Human Emperor Banner successfully advanced to a Chaos Spiritual Treasure!

The energy contained within a Ninth Heaven is simply too strong, and it is formed by the fusion of many demonic remnants. This kind of negative energy is even more suitable for the Human Emperor Banner.

On the jet-black banner, the golden runes became even deeper and more restrained, as if containing boundless power. The mountain and river patterns on the banner pole also became more vivid, as if they might step out from the banner at any moment. A vast and majestic aura emanated from the banner, causing the entire core space of the Heavenly Dao to tremble slightly.

"Not bad, not bad, my third Chaos Treasure." Xuanbao stroked the banner pole, feeling the immense power within it, and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

One more card than the bottom card.

"Grandmaster, it's your turn."

Hongjun's essence trembled slightly, and from it came his weak and complex voice: "You...you really want to let me go! Give me back my physical body?"

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond." Xuanbao grinned. "I mean what I say."

He raised his right hand, and the light of the Three Thousand Laws condensed in his palm, transforming into a chaotic sphere of light. Within the sphere, countless law patterns intertwined and began to construct a perfect physical framework—bones, meridians, flesh, a vessel for the primordial spirit… Every detail was meticulously crafted by Xuanbao.

This is an extremely meticulous task. Reshaping the physical body is different from refining a spiritual treasure; there are far too many things to consider—the strength of the physical body, its compatibility with the primordial spirit, its affinity with the laws, and even its appearance and temperament. Although Xuanbao spoke casually, he dared not be careless in practice.

Fortunately, Xuanbao has now reached the ninth level of cultivation and has comprehended the Law of Power, achieving a new level of control over the Three Thousand Laws. Reshaping a physical body, though tedious, is not a difficult task.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.

As Xuanbao withdrew his hands, a perfect physical body was already floating in front of him. It was a middle-aged Taoist who looked to be in his early thirties, with a lean face and a detached indifference between his brows. His body was formed from the purest chaotic origin, with wide and tough meridians, a stable and flexible primordial spirit vessel, and an astonishingly high affinity for the laws of heaven and earth.

"Grandmaster, give it a try." Xuanbao stepped back two steps and made a "please" gesture.

Hongjun's purple-gold essence slowly drifted toward that physical body, then seeped into it silently, like a drop of water merging into a lake.

A moment later, the body slowly opened its eyes.

Those were deep, clear eyes, seemingly containing the vicissitudes of countless ages, yet as pure as a baby's. He looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers, then looked up at Xuanbao, a complex and indescribable smile appearing on his lips.

"I... am free."