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

"Buzz—!!!"

The moment the Treasure Basin completely transformed into a Primordial Treasure, an indescribable sense of perfection, freedom, and transcendence, like the first ripple of chaos at its beginning, spread outward from the Dao Palace to the entire prehistoric world and the endless chaos!

This is not a simple increase in power, but a leap in the essence of life, a self-completion and sublimation! The Mysterious Treasure and the Treasure Basin were originally one; the Treasure Basin's breakthrough to a Primordial Treasure signifies a deeper foundation for itself. That invisible chasm that always stood between the peak of Quasi-Saint and the Grand Luo Golden Immortal, seemingly so close yet so unattainable, melted silently under the impact of this perfect Daoist rhythm originating from the very source of life, like ice and snow under the blazing sun!

"Snap—!"

Within Xuanbao's body, something seemed to shatter completely, yet something else seemed to be born. It wasn't a simple breakthrough in cultivation, but a complete transformation of his entire life form, his understanding of the Great Dao, and even his own existential status! His Dao body, his primordial spirit, everything about him "exploded" in an instant, transforming into the most fundamental particles containing all his understanding of the Great Dao. Then, in the next instant, guided by that perfect Dao rhythm, with the Treasure Basin as its core, it reformed in a more profound, more supreme, and more intimately connected form to the origin of the Great Dao!

The primordial unity is eternal and indestructible!

Achieving the Grand Primordial Golden Immortal!

"Boom—!!!"

Xuanbao sat cross-legged in the Chaos Dao Palace, feeling the unprecedented, unified, and boundless power within his body. This was not a simple increase in magical power, but a complete leap in the level of life. If he was a powerful "being" in the primordial world before, then at this moment, he was a part of the "Dao," a rule, an order, an independent and immortal source in this vast universe.

With a slight thought, Xuanbao looked at himself.

His physical body was crystalline, as if forged from the purest chaotic laws. Every inch of his skin flowed with immortal radiance, and every gesture seemed to resonate with the most primordial laws of the primordial world. His primordial spirit resided high in the Purple Palace, like a chaotic sun illuminating eternity. Within it, three thousand Great Dao runes floated and flowed, merging with each other without any hindrance. With a single thought, they could manifest the birth and death of all the heavens and myriad worlds. And at its very core, the body that was intertwined with his life—the Treasure Basin, which had already transformed into a primordial treasure—was now quietly suspended in the center of his primordial spirit, slowly rotating and absorbing chaotic energy.

"This is... the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal." Xuanbao murmured to himself, his voice echoing within the Dao Palace, yet carrying a strange Daoist charm that seemed capable of calming chaos and stabilizing the universe. He clearly felt that his connection with the entire primordial world had become even closer and more transcendent. The trajectories of the Heavenly Dao, the Earthly Dao, and even the Human Dao, had become clearer in his eyes than ever before, as if he could easily perceive them and even intervene and adjust them to a limited extent. This was the "Dao Reflecting All Heavens" of the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

As his life essence underwent a leap, his innate divine power, "Gathering Treasures," which originated from his physical body, also underwent a tremendous change.

First, there's the speed at which the precious energy condenses.

Previously, he could condense nearly a hundred strands of precious energy a year, which was already considered incredibly powerful. But now, with just a slight thought, sensing the connection between himself and the void, he felt an endless, pure, and incomparably refined "treasure energy" converging from all directions, even from the river of time and the tributaries of destiny, spontaneously surging into the treasure basin within his primordial spirit. The speed had increased far beyond tenfold; it was probably more than a hundredfold! In just a few breaths, over a thousand strands of precious energy had been re-condensed within the treasure basin!

"Excellent!" Xuanbao's eyes shone brightly. Treasure Qi was the foundation of all his plans; whether it was refining innate spiritual treasures, upgrading their grades, or even for various future uses, he couldn't do without it. The hundredfold increase in condensation speed meant he would never again worry about lacking treasure Qi!

Next came another change that made his heart race—the Transformation into a Treasure Body!

"Transformation into a Treasure Body..." Xuanbao's thoughts raced, and he instantly understood the new form of this innate divine power.

Before his breakthrough, the Dao bodies he condensed using precious energy were more like pure "cultivation tools" to accelerate his own Dao, like separate computing threads that could assist in comprehending the Dao and speed up cultivation. However, those Dao bodies themselves had no physical form and could not stray too far from his main body, let alone be used in combat.

But things are different now.

Xuanbao's eyes shone brightly. With a slight thought, the Treasure Basin within his primordial spirit, which had transformed into a supreme innate treasure, trembled gently. Strands of pure and boundless treasure energy were separated out, not directly consumed, but began to combine and evolve on their own. At the same time, Xuanbao's own understanding of the Three Thousand Great Daos, his comprehension of the Chaos Laws, and even a wisp of his own primordial Dao essence merged into a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"Buzz..."

Amidst the chaotic air currents ahead, a point of golden light suddenly shone, rapidly expanding and stretching.

Just three breaths!

A figure, bearing a striking resemblance to Xuanbao's original form and clad in a blue Daoist robe, solidified completely and stood firmly within the Dao Palace. This figure possessed a clear face, bright eyes, and a powerful aura, radiating the immense pressure of an early-stage Quasi-Saint! Its body emanated Daoist energy, resonating with heaven and earth and connected to Xuanbao's original form's energy; clearly, the original Transformation Treasure Daoist body could now be used in combat!

"This is... my current incarnation!" Xuanbao's eyes blazed with light, and he was overjoyed. This was no mere incarnation; it was another trump card of his.

After observing Xuanbao, I roughly understand that the strength of an incarnation is closely related to the spiritual treasure it possesses. The top-grade innate spiritual treasure corresponds to the transformation into a quasi-saint. As for the innate supreme treasure, the chaotic spiritual treasure, and the chaotic supreme treasure, I won't go into detail about what realm they correspond to.

I can't even imagine how magnificent it would be if I could take out countless innate treasures and possess the combat power of a saint!

Xuanbao did not stop testing.

Such heaven-defying divine power cannot be without limitations. If there were no limitations, he could directly create tens of thousands of avatars and sweep across the prehistoric world, which would be unacceptable.

"Then, what are the limitations?" Xuanbao calmed down and began to delve into the limitations of this "Transformation Treasure Body" supernatural power.

He had another thought and tried to condense a second Dao body.

"Buzz..."

Another figure began to materialize, previously formed from a superior-grade innate spiritual treasure. As this figure neared completion, its aura reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, indirectly confirming his conjecture that the strength of an avatar was determined by the grade of the spiritual treasure.

After seeing the second incarnation take shape, he did not feel much pressure.

Then came the third, the fourth, and so on, until the tenth incarnation took shape. Xuanbao clearly felt that he had reached his limit.

"As expected, there are limitations." Xuanbao frowned slightly, but he wasn't surprised. If one could condense a spiritual treasure body without limit, that supernatural power would be too heaven-defying, and even the Heavenly Dao wouldn't allow it.

Sigh, let alone the Way of Heaven, even the Great Way wouldn't allow it.

"With my current initial stage of the Primordial Chaos realm and foundation, the maximum number of Transformation Treasure Bodies I can maintain simultaneously is... ten." Xuanbao concluded. Ten Bodies—that's actually incredibly powerful! Just think, Xuanbao only needs ten Innate Supreme Treasures, plus himself, that's eleven Primordial Chaos Grand Luo Golden Immortal-level combat power! What a terrifying force that is! It's not far off from being able to sweep through everything in its path.

Xuanbao stood quietly in the center of the Dao Palace, the chaotic energy naturally flowing around him. His gaze swept over the ten lifelike "Transformation Treasure Dao Bodies," each with a different strength or weakness in its aura, as if he were examining his most exquisite creation.

"Ten, ten it is. That's enough for now." Xuanbao murmured to himself, a wisp of Daoist energy brushing past his fingertips. With his thought, the ten Dao bodies trembled simultaneously, their bodies collapsing and dissipating from bottom to top like grains of sand. But they did not completely vanish into nothingness; instead, they transformed into ten streams of light of different colors. At the core of these streams of light were the ten innate spiritual treasures used to condense the Dao bodies—three top-grade and seven high-grade. The spiritual treasures hummed, their light flowing, and their spirituality seemed to have increased even more than before the Dao bodies were condensed, as if they had undergone a unique "baptism."

"Interesting." Xuanbao reached out, and the ten spiritual treasures obediently flew back, slowly rotating around him. He carefully examined them with his divine sense and discovered that the innate, indestructible spiritual light at the core of these spiritual treasures had a closer and more mysterious connection with his own primordial spirit and the origin of the Treasure Basin. This connection was more like a part of his own body. Xuanbao was certain that even if he died, he could be resurrected from the spiritual treasures he had refined.

"Transforming into a Dao Body is not simply about turning a spiritual treasure into an avatar." The Daoist runes flowed in Xuanbao's eyes, revealing its essence. "It is about combining the origin and Daoist essence of the spiritual treasure with one's own Great Dao to form an independent innate sacred body."

"As expected of my innate divine ability, truly wondrous and boundless," Xuanbao thought to himself in admiration. However, he also knew that this divine ability consumed a tremendous amount of energy. Just now, condensing ten Dao bodies, though merely a test, had consumed a massive amount of magical power. Now that he was a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, his magical power, while not inexhaustible, was nearly so. That test alone had already depleted about forty percent of his power. Fourth-tenths of a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal's power was enough to rival the power of countless Quasi-Saints. Let alone in battle, he'd probably be drained dry by his ten avatars before he could even finish showing off.

With a slight thought, Xuanbao's distorted flow of time within the Dao Palace gradually calmed down, returning to synchronization with the outside world. He slowly rose, without deliberately circulating his magical power; his chaotic Dao body naturally radiated a warm, jade-like, yet profound and abyssal luster. Simply by standing there, the originally turbulent chaotic energy within the Dao Palace subsided, as if subjects were paying homage to their king, spontaneously circling and flowing, evolving into various Dao phenomena such as earth, fire, water, wind, and the birth and death of stars, yet returning to tranquility in the blink of an eye.

"This is... Hunyuan." Xuanbao closed his eyes, but his divine sense "unfolded" in an unprecedented way.

It wasn't the sweeping, all-encompassing divine sense of the past. Instead, it was a more fundamental "reflection." Wherever his thoughts reached, all things in the primordial world—the patterns on the bricks and tiles of the Thirty-Three Heavens Palace, the subtle ripples of reincarnation in the Nine Netherworld, the pearly light deep within the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, even the pulsation of the earth's veins beneath the remnants of Mount Buzhou, the Daoist rhythm flowing within the Sanqing Hall atop Mount Kunlun… everything, as long as his thoughts touched upon it, was as clear as the lines on his palm, utterly transparent, with no secrets left. He could even faintly "hear" the "breathing" of the Heavenly Dao, the "heartbeat" of the earth's veins, and the "flowing" sound of the ever-present, elusive river of time that pierced through the past and future.

The celestial secrets that once required painstaking deduction or the aid of magical treasures to glimpse are now, in his eyes, like clearly visible veins interwoven into a net. If he so desires, he could even follow these veins to see vague fragments of the future of certain beings, or trace the causal imprints of their past. However, this is not omniscience; there are still mysteries shrouding it, especially those involving beings of the same level or the core of the Heavenly Dao. But that is already a qualitative leap.

"Below the level of a sage, all are but ants..." Xuanbao repeated this ancient proverb in a low voice, now truly understanding its meaning. It wasn't arrogance, but the truth. Even a peak Quasi-Saint, like Xuanbao before, possessing ten cycles of merit, wielding the Chaos Bell, and having the most solid foundation among Quasi-Saints, would have absolutely no chance of victory against him now. No, he wouldn't even have the right to "confront" him.

He raised his hand and gently clenched his fist.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no cataclysmic energy eruption. The space within the Dao Palace, along with the flowing chaotic energy and the illusory images of earth, fire, water, and wind that materialized within it, was silently "annihilated" within the small space between his five fingers. It wasn't shattered, but rather the most fundamental "existence" was erased, transformed into the purest "nothingness." In an instant, it became an absolute void, devoid even of chaos; light, sound, laws, concepts… everything vanished. Only when he released his grip did the chaotic energy from the outside slowly flow in, as if filling a leak, and begin to evolve anew.

"The mastery of the laws is almost complete. Quasi-Saints wield the laws like generals commanding soldiers; though they can direct them with ease, the soldiers are still independent individuals. Hunyuan, however, is one of the sources of the 'laws,' the king who sets the rules. He can make flames freeze, water burn, space fold into infinitesimally small points, and time reverse or accelerate to its extreme in certain areas. Wherever his Great Dao reaches, he can 'distort' or 'redefine' the underlying rules of a local area to a certain extent. This is the essence of 'words become law,' using his own Great Dao to temporarily cover or modify the Dao of a region."

"No wonder the sage views all living beings as mere chess pieces, detached from worldly affairs." Xuanbao understood in his heart. It wasn't indifference, but rather the vast difference in their levels of existence; the world they saw and the questions they pondered were entirely different. A dragon might glance at the struggles between ants, but it would never intervene unless it involved its own very essence.

He concealed his aura, and the various strange phenomena within the Dao Palace subsided. The ten retrieved innate spiritual treasures disappeared into his sleeve. The Chaos Bell vanished. He still wore that simple blue robe, but deep within his eyes, the vicissitudes and majesty of the rise and fall of the three thousand Great Daos and the birth and death of myriad worlds were reflected.

"My realm has solidified; it's time to go out and take a look. The game of the primordial world... its structure needs to change from the moment I ascended to the Hunyuan realm."

Xuanbao took a step forward, his figure disappearing from the absolutely sealed Dao Palace. The next moment, he silently appeared atop the Thirty-Three Heavens, before the Lingxiao Palace. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the magnificent and orderly New Heavenly Court below. His gaze pierced through layers of void, sweeping over the surging human fortune of Shouyang Mountain, passing over the extinguished Buddhist light of Ling Mountain, and finally landing on the boundless depths of chaos, as if he were staring at some unseen being.