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

On the battlefield, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and rivers of blood flowed.

However, if a powerful being were to survey the entire situation with divine sense, they would discover an extremely strange phenomenon—the course of this war was completely different from what everyone had anticipated.

Let's start with the battlefield of the Witch Clan.

Guang Chengzi cleaved Jiu Feng thousands of miles away with a single sword strike, his momentum and aura seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth apart. Jiu Feng's body flew backward like a meteor, crashing through several mountain peaks, sending rubble flying everywhere.

"Senior Jiufeng! Forgive me!" Guang Chengzi shouted, his figure flashing like lightning as he chased after her.

Jiufeng emerged from the rubble, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes—a smile only Guang Chengzi could decipher. She snorted coldly, her voice icy: "Excellent swordsmanship! Again!"

The two clashed once more, their sword light and sorcery clashing and intertwining, darkening the sky and obscuring the sun and moon. Each collision unleashed a deafening roar, causing the mountains and rivers within a radius of ten thousand miles to tremble.

however--

If someone observes closely, they will discover a surprising fact: the two men's attacks, though seemingly fierce, are actually perfectly timed, achieving the effect of making a lot of noise but having little impact.

The two fought fiercely and with great fanfare, but after fighting for a long time, they couldn't even hurt each other's hair.

On the other side, Huanglong Zhenren is engaged in a fierce battle with Hou Yi.

Huanglong revealed his true form, a ten-thousand-foot-long yellow dragon, churning and roaring in the sea of ​​clouds. With each swing of his claws, he tore through the void, and with each swish of his tail, he shattered mountains. Houyi stood atop a mountain peak, holding the Sunset Bow, firing arrow after arrow, each carrying the power to tear apart heaven and earth, precisely aimed at Huanglong Zhenren's vital points.

however--

Those arrows always seemed to just miss Huanglong at the last second, a truly masterful stroke of aiming.

Huanglong's claws always just missed Houyi when they were about to grab him.

The two exchanged a smile, then continued their "intense" battle.

Xiangliu, Fengbo, and Yushi were also locked in a fierce battle with the other disciples of the Earth Sect. Xiangliu's nine heads spewed out poisonous mist, flames, frost, and lightning, dyeing half the sky with a variety of colors; Fengbo and Yushi, on the other hand, summoned wind and rain, enveloping the battlefield in a curtain of water.

The disciples of the Earth Sect used their magical weapons to deal with the Witch Clan.

The battlefield between the Witch Clan and the Earth Clan, which appeared to be a fierce battle, was actually a meticulously choreographed performance.

Those spectators who were unaware of the inside story were all amazed by this scene:

"The disciples of the Earth Sect truly live up to their reputation as disciples of a sage! They've actually managed to hold their own against the Great Witch of the Witch Clan for so long!"

"This is a true clash of titans! It's infinitely more exciting than the battles between humans over there!"

No one knew that this seemingly fierce battle was actually a perfectly coordinated "fixed match".

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield of the human race, Chi You was also putting on a brilliant show of "letting the enemy go."

Chi You stood before the central command tent, holding the Tiger Soul Blade, his eyes blazing as he gazed at the distant battlefield. Behind him, eighty-one brothers stood ready, awaiting his command to launch a full-scale attack and shatter the Youxiong clan's defenses in one fell swoop.

However, Chi You delayed issuing the order.

"Big Brother! When are we going to launch our final assault?" one of the brothers couldn't help but ask. "The forwards have been fighting for three days already, and the casualties are considerable! If we don't bring in the main force soon, I'm afraid the forwards won't be able to hold on!"

Chi You shook his head and said in a deep voice, "No rush. If we launch a full-scale attack now, even if we win, it will be a pyrrhic victory. It's not worth it."

"But elder brother..."

"I told you, there's no rush." ​​Chi You's tone left no room for argument. "Pass on my order—the vanguard continues the attack, but don't press too hard."

Although the brother was puzzled, he dared not disobey the order and could only bow and accept it: "Yes!"

Thus, although the Jiuli army's offensive appeared fierce, it always remained within certain limits. They broke through a defensive line but did not press their advantage; they besieged a city but did not launch a general offensive; they even deliberately slowed down their pace of attack at some key points, giving the Youxiong army opportunities to retreat and regroup.

Chi You stood on high ground, looking at the distant battlefield, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

"Xuanyuan... hurry up and grow stronger. I don't want to really fight a life-or-death battle with you."

In stark contrast to the "letting the water out" of the Wu tribe and the Jiuli army, the three thousand Buddhas of Buddhism and the million heavenly demons suffered a tragic fate.

They are really working hard.

The three thousand Buddhas were beaten so badly by the disciples of the Human Sect led by Duobao that they cried out for their parents.

Duobao wielded the Qingping Sword, its light as bright as a rainbow, each strike capable of slaying a Buddha. His movements were as swift as lightning, weaving freely through the ranks of the Buddhas, each flash bringing a Buddha to his knees.

"Amitabha! Please have mercy, benefactor!" A Buddha of the Great Luo Golden Immortal level clasped his hands together, attempting to spar with Duobao.

However, Duobao cleaved him in two with a single sword strike, sneering, "Reasonable? When your Western Sect supported Chi You and instigated a civil war among humans, where was the reasoning?"

Even in death, the Buddha could not believe that he, a dignified Great Luo Golden Immortal, could not even withstand a single sword strike from Duobao Daoist.

Wu Yunxian was no less impressive. He revealed his true form: a gigantic golden tortoise, its gaping maw capable of swallowing over a dozen Buddhas in a single gulp. Before him, those Buddhas were like ants, utterly powerless to resist.

"Hahaha! That's exhilarating! That's exhilarating!" Wu Yunxian laughed loudly, switching back and forth between the golden turtle and human form, causing the Buddhas to scatter and flee.

The Golden Hoop Immortal was even more insidious. He unleashed his golden hoop, specifically targeting Buddhas with lower cultivation levels. As soon as the hoop fell, it tightly gripped their heads, tightening with each strike, causing the Buddhas to writhe in pain on the ground until their heads were blown off one by one.

Other disciples of the Jie Sect also used their supernatural powers to defeat the three thousand Buddhas, who were routed and lost their armor.

In just three days, nearly one-third of the three thousand Buddhas were lost, and they were basically terrified.

The fate of those million demons was even more appalling.

Grand Master Xuandu stood on a vast, empty plain, before him a boundless tide of celestial demons. He held the purple-gold bell in his hand, gently shaking it, the sound spreading out like ripples.

"Ding-a-ling—Ding-a-ling—"

Each time the bell rang, thousands upon thousands of demons fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Their eyes became vacant, their bodies stiffened, as if they had lost their souls, and they crashed heavily to the ground, turning into a cloud of black mist that dissipated into the world.

Those Heavenly Demon Kings with higher cultivation levels could barely resist the power of the bell, but their movements were slowed and their combat strength greatly reduced. The disciples of the Heavenly Sect took the opportunity to reap the rewards, killing the Heavenly Demon Kings one by one.

The Three Immortals unleashed their respective magical treasures; with a sweep of golden light, swarms of celestial demons were absorbed and transformed into pus. Zhao Gongming wielded a staff-shaped innate spiritual treasure, twirling it around; low-level celestial demons were injured upon contact and killed upon being touched. Jade Cauldron True Man, on the other hand, wielded the Immortal-Slaying Sword; wherever the sword light passed, celestial demons fell dead.

Although the million Heavenly Demons seemed numerous, their strength was generally weak. The strongest among them were only the 81 Great Luo Golden Immortals. However, being completely suppressed and facing these disciples of the Saints who were armed to the teeth, they lost 40% of their strength in just a few days!

The remaining demons finally collapsed and began to scatter and flee, wanting nothing more than to escape this terrifying place.

However, how could the Grand Master Xuandu let them go?

"Since you're here, don't leave," Xuan Du said calmly, shaking the bell in his hand even more rapidly.

"Jingle ring jingle ring jingle—!"

The dense ringing of bells surged in all directions like a tidal wave, engulfing all the fleeing demons. As if frozen in place, the demons were immobilized, then burst and vanished like bubbles.

In less than half a day, the million demons were mostly wiped out!

……

On the battlefield, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and rivers of blood flowed.

Chi You stood before the central command tent, Tiger Soul Blade in hand, his eyes blazing as he gazed at the distant battlefield. Behind him, eighty-one brothers stood ready, awaiting his command to launch a full-scale attack.

However, a barely perceptible smile lingered on Chi You's lips.

He saw it—the three thousand Buddhas had been slaughtered and scattered, leaving only less than two thousand remnants, fleeing westward in a sorry state; the million heavenly demons had suffered heavy losses, and if they were not stopped soon…

Meanwhile, on the Wu tribe's side, although Jiu Feng and Hou Yi were fighting fiercely with the Earth Sect disciples, Chi You could tell at a glance that it was all an act. The battle was incredibly powerful, with mountains collapsing and the earth cracking, but after three whole days of fighting, not a single person was injured.

"Enough," Chi You muttered to himself. "If we keep fighting, I'll really squander all the resources the Western Sect has."

He took a deep breath, raised the Tiger Soul Blade, and his voice, like a booming bell, resounded throughout the entire battlefield:

"Pass on my order—all troops, halt!"

"Ugh—!!!"

The deep sound of bugles rang out from the central army of Jiuli and spread throughout the entire battlefield.

The Jiuli soldiers fighting on the front lines, though puzzled by the bugle call, dared not disobey the order and began to retreat in an orderly fashion. The troops attacking the city also ceased their assault, carrying the wounded and dragging the corpses as they slowly withdrew.

Like a sudden storm, it came quickly and went quickly.

The Jiuli army retreated like a tide, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield—broken city walls, burning tents, corpses lying in disarray, and the thick, pungent smell of blood that permeated the air.

The soldiers of the Youxiong clan were stunned for a moment when they saw the Jiuli army retreating, and then they burst into a deafening cheer!

"They've retreated! Jiuli has retreated!"

"We won! We held on!"

The soldiers embraced each other, weeping with joy. They didn't know why the Jiuli had suddenly retreated, but they knew—they had survived, and their homeland had been saved.

Xuanyuan stood on the city wall, watching the retreating figures of the Jiuli army, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Master," Xuanyuan turned to look at Duobao beside him, "Why did Chiyou suddenly retreat? He clearly still had strength left..."

Duobao chuckled and patted Xuanyuan on the shoulder: "Good disciple, you'll understand in the future."

Xuanyuan: ...

……

Moreover, the faces of Jieyin and Zhunti, who were watching all this from Mount Ling, were as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What?! Of the three thousand Buddhas, less than two thousand remain?! And of the million heavenly demons, more than half are gone?!" Zhunti suddenly stood up, the Bodhi jewel in his hand creaking under his grip. "Only a few days?! Only a few days?!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Zhunti roared in fury. "We in the West have nurtured them for so many years, spent so many resources, and they can't even last a few days?!"

Jieyin closed his eyes and remained silent, slowly moving the prayer beads in his hand. But his expression was equally grim.

"The losses are enormous!"

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse: "What about Chi You? Why isn't he sending troops to support him?"

"Chi You said... that his main force is currently locked in a stalemate with the Youxiong clan's army and cannot spare troops to provide support..." the monk replied cautiously. "He also said that we should hold on a little longer, and that he would come to our aid once he breaks through the Youxiong clan's defenses..."

"Wait for him to break through the defenses?" Zhunti shuddered, "By the time he breaks through, all the Buddhas of my Western Sect will be dead!"

……

Meanwhile, Xuanbao, who had been observing from the sidelines, sat on the imperial throne, with a huge Haotian Mirror floating in front of him, reflecting every corner of the entire battlefield.

He saw three thousand Buddhas being slaughtered by the disciples of the Human Sect, fleeing in disarray; he saw a million Heavenly Demons being utterly defeated in Xuandu, unable to retaliate; he saw Jiufeng and Guangchengzi fighting so fiercely that "the heavens and earth shattered," yet neither could even scratch the other's head; he saw Chiyou withdraw his troops at just the right moment, giving Xuanyuan a chance to catch his breath while preventing the Western Sect from becoming suspicious.

Everything is under control.

Xuanbao picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

However, the smile on Xuanbao's face did not last long.

He slowly set down his teacup, shifting his gaze from the Haotian Mirror to the dome of the Lingxiao Palace, looking into the boundless depths of chaos. A hint of solemnity flashed in his deep eyes.

"These are just appetizers."

Xuanbao muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

He stood up, walked to the window, and stood with his hands behind his back. The fierce winds of the Thirty-Third Heaven billowed his Taoist robes, making them flutter loudly. His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, seeing the deeper undercurrents hidden behind the primordial world.

"Those two in the West, and Rahu—their real trump card hasn't been revealed yet."

Xuanbao's lips curled into a cold smile. He knew Jieyin and Zhunti all too well. Those two shameless bastards were truly ruthless when it came to doing something. They must be hiding even more powerful trump cards.

Luo Hou was once a Chaos Demon God; how could he not know about the problems of the Heavenly Dao today? And how could he only have these few methods?

"However..." Xuanbao's gaze deepened, "their greatest enemy now is not them."

According to the Heavenly Dao Avatar's reaction, the current Chaos Demon God's will is evenly matched with Hongjun's, but overall Hongjun is at a disadvantage. If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao Avatar's repeated interventions with the Xuanbao, Hongjun would probably have been devoured long ago.

However, the current situation cannot be maintained for too long, probably only for about ten thousand years. Therefore, we must improve our strength as quickly as possible within this ten thousand years to prevent future changes.