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

Two more cycles passed in the blink of an eye.

For the current primordial world, this is merely a slightly longer period of seclusion.

The reason for this is that the primordial world has already achieved another breakthrough, far surpassing the Great Thousand Worlds.

"Yuan Realm..." Xuanbao murmured the name, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

This is the new name he gave to the current level of the primordial world. Above the Great Thousand Worlds is the Primordial Realm. Primordial means beginning, the root of all things. The current primordial world has completely transcended the scope of the traditional Great Thousand Worlds, ascending to an unprecedented level. The world's barriers are so strong that even a full-force attack from a Nine Heavens giant might not be able to break through them, and its territory is so vast that even a saint flying at full speed would need hundreds of years to reach one end from the other.

What pleased Xuanbao the most was the number of cultivators in the prehistoric world.

Three hundred and sixty saints.

This number is enough to make any force in the entire Chaos Realm gasp in astonishment. Keep in mind, even a veteran giant like the God of Destiny only had a little over a hundred Saint-level warriors under his direct command. Yet, the Primordial World, in just two Yuanhui (a unit of time), amassed three hundred and sixty Saints—and this doesn't even include some Chaos Gods controlled by the Treasure Hunt.

The number of Quasi-Saints has surpassed one million. Grand Luo Golden Immortals are everywhere, as numerous as hairs on a cow. Due to the increase in the world's level, the concentration of laws far exceeds that of the past, and the starting point for beings in the primordial world has also risen accordingly—newborn infants are Golden Immortals, and those with a little talent can step into the Grand Luo realm upon adulthood. This was unimaginable before, but in the primordial world today, it is perfectly normal.

Xuanbao awoke from his secluded cultivation spot in the Heavenly Court. No aura emanated from him, and he appeared like an ordinary mortal. However, if one looked closely at the void around him, one would find that the space there was constantly being annihilated and reborn—not destroyed by external forces, but simply unable to withstand the overflowing power within him, collapsing and repairing itself on its own.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as still water, yet deep within them seemed to contain the very essence of the creation and destruction of the entire chaos.

"Nine Heavens Perfected... Just one step away from the Great Dao Realm."

Xuanbao murmured to himself, his tone devoid of arrogance, only displaying a composure born of experience. Two eons of refinement, the Pangu placenta relentlessly purifying him day and night, had brought the three thousand laws within his body to an unprecedented level of purity. His comprehension of the Law of Power had also reached eighty percent; with every gesture, he could resonate with the laws, suppressing a region of the void.

But he never managed to take that final step.

The realm of the Great Dao cannot be reached through arduous cultivation alone. Pangu was stuck at this step for countless eons, ultimately choosing to create heaven and earth in an attempt to break through, only to attract the gaze of that gaze from beyond chaos, and thus fail at the last moment. Xuanbao clearly understands that if he wants to take that step, he needs not only accumulation, but also a catalyst.

"Master, I feel that the power within you is about to overflow." Xiao Bai's voice rang in your mind, tinged with worry. "If you don't break through soon, I'm afraid your physical body will give way first."

"What's the rush?" Xuanbao smiled, his tone relaxed. "Things will happen naturally; you can't force them. Besides, in my current state, I could easily take on ten late-stage Ninth Heaven cultivators. Whether I break through or not doesn't make much difference."

Xiao Bai was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Master, you've gotten too big for your britches."

"That's called confidence." Xuanbao stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones cracked and popped.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he took in the entire primordial world. Three hundred and sixty saints each performed their duties: some were in seclusion, some were patrolling the borders, and some were giving sermons. A million quasi-saints, like stars scattered throughout the primordial world, formed a vast and efficient operating network. The world's barrier was sturdy and thick, its surface crisscrossed with protective patterns woven from three thousand laws—the result of his personal reinforcement. Even a peak-level powerhouse of the Ninth Heaven, working at full strength, wouldn't be able to breach it in less than ten days to half a month.

Bai Lu, meanwhile, was sitting deep within the Heavenly Court, her aura calm and profound, clearly indicating that she had already reached the ninth level of the Sage Realm.

A satisfied smile appeared on Xuanbao's lips. Bailu's natural talent was not weak; she just lacked opportunities. In these two eons, he used Pangu's placenta to purify her foundation of laws and used a massive amount of precious energy to cleanse her marrow and meridians, finally pushing her to the Ninth Heaven Realm. Although she was only at the early stage of the Ninth Heaven, with Bailu's solid foundation, she might not be at a disadvantage against those veteran mid-stage Ninth Heaven Realm experts.

As for the chaotic demon gods he controlled with his restrictions—more than three hundred in total—the lowest level was the seventh level of Sainthood, and the highest was even at the mid-ninth level. These demon gods were scattered across the frontier of the primordial wilderness, serving as sentries and henchmen for the outer defense line. Xuanbao's requirements for them were simple: obey, work, and don't cause trouble. Those who disobeyed were directly refined into nourishment for the Human Emperor Banner.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the current primordial world is the number one power in the chaos.

Xuanbao's figure flickered, and he appeared in the Heavenly Court's main hall. Bailu was sitting at her desk reviewing memorials. Seeing him enter, she looked up and said calmly, "You've emerged from seclusion?"

"Hmm." Xuanbao plopped down next to her, casually picked up a memorial and flipped through it. "What's been happening in Chaos lately?"

"The war between the four giants has temporarily stopped, and now with us, it can be considered a five-way balance of power." Bai Lu put down her pen, her tone calm. "Destiny, Cause and Effect, and Time fought for nearly ten thousand years, and none of them could devour the others. Finally, under the mediation of Cause and Effect, they signed a ceasefire agreement. While they were fighting fiercely, Yang Mei secretly swallowed up a large area in northern Chaos, and now his sphere of influence has expanded to the top of the four giants."

"That old fox Yang Mei is indeed not simple. After all, he's the only one who can roam the prehistoric world and then return to the chaos to be a big shot." Xuanbao grinned. "With the laws of space in his hands, he can fight or retreat whenever he wants. No one can catch him. Fate and time are at a disadvantage from the start when they fight him."

"However," Bai Lu changed the subject, "although the four giants have ceased hostilities, their vassal forces are still clashing with each other. The small and medium-sized forces in the Chaos have been almost completely divided up. The remaining forces are either hiding in the deepest part of the Chaos, barely surviving, or they are tough nuts to crack, and no one wants to be the first to bite them."

"As expected." Xuanbao leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Now that the cake has been divided, it's time to sit down and digest it. For a while, Chaos will be relatively calm—but that's just an illusion. Once they've digested the resources they've seized and their strength has further increased, a new round of chaos will erupt."

He paused, a profound light flashing in his eyes: "And we must make full preparations before the next round of chaos breaks out."

Bai Lu looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly asked, "When do you plan to break through to the Great Dao?"

Xuanbao didn't answer immediately. He stood up, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and gazed through layers of void towards the eternal darkness deep within the chaos. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "It's almost here. I can feel that opportunity is not far away. It might be the next battle, it might be a sudden enlightenment, or it might be—the moment that gaze descends again."

He turned to look at Bai Lu, a familiar smile playing on his lips: "Before that, I need to make the Primordial Ship even stronger. After all, no one knows how big the next storm will be."

Bai Lu looked at him and nodded gently.

Xuanbao withdrew his gaze and looked into the depths of chaos. There, the forces of the four giants were intertwined, countless demon gods struggled to survive in the cracks, and the order of chaos was being reshuffled in a cruel way.

As for the Primordial Era, the colossal ship he built with his own hands, it was ready to face any storm.

As for his confidence, Xuanbao can only say that he is still very confident now, with tens of thousands of Chaos Spiritual Treasures and a massive amount of Innate Treasures.

In short, during these two eras, the Five Elements Incarnations, along with a hundred Spirit Treasure Dao Bodies, practically rubbed their hands until they were smoking, to refine this massive amount of Spirit Treasures. That was the foundation upon which the Mysterious Treasures later gained their confidence.

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Even though Xuanbao now has the strength to launch a counterattack against Chaos, he has never thought of doing so. After all, if he did that, even if he won in the end, it would be a Pyrrhic victory. Xuanbao is looking for a crushing victory.

Now, Chaos and Primordial World stand in a five-way balance, and none of them dare to make the first move, thus maintaining peace for such a long time. Even when conflicts occur, they are small-scale.

However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, something unexpected is about to happen.

On this day, Xuanbao was playing with several newly hatched phoenix cubs in the backyard of the Heavenly Court. These were sent by Yuanfeng through connections, supposedly to assist Kong Xuan and Dapeng. After all, Kong Xuan and Dapeng served as Xuanbao's attendants. Although they were called attendants, Xuanbao's rarely homebody nature meant that the two of them had very few opportunities to see him. In such a short time, the two of them had both become saints.

The Phoenix Clan thus had three Saints, which brought them immense glory. The Yuan Phoenix was incredibly intelligent; even just getting close to a Xuanbao (mysterious treasure) would bring benefits enough for someone to enjoy for a lifetime.

Xuanbao was teasing the little phoenix, who was rolling around on the ground with a vermilion fruit, when suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

Xuanbao's smile froze.

The little phoenixes, oblivious to his commotion, continued chirping and pecking at the vermilion fruit in his hand, while he remained seemingly unaware. A strange chill rose from his spine, as if a cold, venomous snake were slowly crawling up his spine, straight to the top of his head. He was all too familiar with this feeling—not a warning of impending danger, but rather the stirring of something far greater and more profound, like a colossal beast slumbering in the deep sea turning over, its currents powerful enough to capsize any ship on the surface.

He closed his eyes, and his perfected divine sense, reaching the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm, spread out like a giant net into the depths of chaos. For an existence of his level, deducing the secrets of heaven was instinctive; he didn't need to calculate with his fingers or set up an altar. With a thought, countless possibilities for the future flowed through his sea of ​​consciousness like a river.

But this time, what he saw made his heart sink.

The future river of time became blurred, as if stirred by an invisible hand, with countless tributaries intertwining, breaking, and disappearing in the chaos. Those "high-probability events" that were once clearly visible—the four giants continuing their standoff, the primordial world developing steadily, and him finally finding an opportunity to break through to the Great Dao—all flickered like candles in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

In the deepest part of this chaos, he caught a faint yet stubborn trace of something.

That aura was of the same origin as the gaze he had sensed earlier within the Pangu runes. Cold, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion—like a hunter who had finally grown tired of waiting and began to examine his trap.

"What was bound to happen has finally happened." Xuanbao opened his eyes and muttered to himself. He tossed the Vermilion Fruit in his hand to the little phoenixes, stood up, and the lazy smile on his face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He appeared in the Heavenly Court's main hall in a flash. Bai Lu was discussing matters with several sages when she saw him suddenly appear and his expression was off, so she immediately stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Bai Lu asked.

"I don't know." Xuanbao rarely uttered these three words, and his tone was somewhat solemn. "I just sensed that something bad was about to happen. It wasn't aimed at me, but at the entire prehistoric world, or even the entire chaos."

Bai Lu frowned as well. She knew Xuan Bao all too well—this guy was usually carefree and playful, but when he showed this expression, it meant things were really serious.

"Can you deduce exactly what it is?" Bai Lu asked.

"Something is blocking my deductions." Xuanbao shook his head. "Someone is blocking my deductions."

Bai Lu's pupils contracted slightly: "Someone can even block your deductions, how strong must they be? A Great Dao Realm expert! Or what?"

"I'm not sure," Xuanbao said slowly, "but there's nothing in the entire Chaos that could make me so excited and hinder my deductions. Even if all the other Chaos Gods joined forces, they couldn't do this."

Xuanbao was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned and patted the phoenix feathers off his hands: "But, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. Since we can't figure it out, we'll be fully prepared."

He turned and strode into the depths of the Heavenly Court, leaving Bai Lu with only his back: "I'll go and prepare some backup plans first. No matter what situation we face, we'll have to make sure it breaks a few of its teeth."

Bai Lu watched his retreating figure and sighed softly. She didn't ask any further questions, but silently turned around and began to mobilize the primordial world's defense system—all three hundred and sixty saints, a million quasi-saints, and the layers upon layers of protective formations of the primordial world were put into alert mode.

Deep within the chaos, those powerful chaos gods stopped what they were doing almost simultaneously.

They sensed what was about to happen.

That faint, oppressive feeling emanating from beyond the chaos, like the oppressive calm before a storm, weighed heavily on the hearts of every giant of the Nine Heavens. No one spoke, but everyone knew that something great was about to happen, and even powerful figures like them, standing at the pinnacle of chaos, might be reduced to ashes.