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

Meanwhile, the human race...

Inside the central command tent of the Jiuli tribe, Chi You sat alone on a tiger-skin command chair, a huge cowhide map spread out before him, densely marked with the troop deployments of both sides. He rested his forehead on one hand, his large, bell-like eyes filled with irritation.

A commotion arose outside the tent—the sound of soldiers drilling. Swords clashed, battle cries shook the heavens, and morale soared to the sky. But Chi You only felt a headache coming on when he heard these sounds.

It's been over a hundred years.

It has been more than a hundred years since Father God Xuanbao last contacted him.

At first, Chi You was full of confidence. Relying on his quasi-saint cultivation, he followed Xuan Bao's instructions before leaving, trying to delay as much as possible and avoid a decisive battle with the main force of the Yellow Emperor. He used various excuses such as "offering sacrifices to the gods," "reorganizing military equipment," and "waiting for an auspicious day" to drag out the decisive battle for more than a hundred years.

But we really can't keep dragging this on any longer.

The leaders of the various human tribes had reached their limit. Those veteran generals who had fought alongside Chi You for many years were constantly running to his tent, each time with the same refrain—"Chief! When are we going to fight Xuanyuan to the death? The brothers can't wait!"

Chi You always had to rack his brains to find an excuse to get away with it. But an excuse is fine once or twice, but after using it a hundred times, even he himself felt it was unacceptable.

Moreover, Chi You understood that the human race was already tired of civil war. Hundreds of years of civil war had not only crippled the human race, but had also nearly destroyed it. Therefore, Chi You knew that time could not be delayed any longer.

"Father God, where have you gone?" Chi You rubbed his temples, muttering to himself with a pained expression, "If you don't come back soon, I really can't hold on any longer..."

He tried countless times to call upon the Father God, but the result was the same as a hundred years ago—his voice disappeared without a trace.

Chi You stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the tent.

He had considered simply fighting the Yellow Emperor. With his current strength and the help of the Wu tribe, he might not be afraid of Xuanyuan, but a mutually destructive war between the human race was not something he wanted to see.

Moreover, before the Father God left, he specifically instructed him that this battle for the Human Emperor was related to the future fortune of the human race, and he could not afford to make a single wrong move.

……

"Report—!"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent. A guard knelt on one knee and announced loudly, "Chief! Xuanyuan has sent an envoy who says he has important business to discuss with the Commander!"

Chi You frowned: "An envoy from Xuanyuan? What brings you here?"

"The messenger said he had come to deliver a challenge."

Chi You: "..."

Well, here we go again. Chi You was silent for three seconds, then sighed deeply.

"Let him in."

A moment later, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a blue Confucian robe entered the tent. He was composed and smiling. He did not panic when he saw Chi You, but simply bowed and said, "I am from Xiafenghou and have come to pay my respects to Chief Chi You on the orders of the Human Emperor."

Chi You sat imposingly on his command chair and said in a gruff voice, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say."

Feng Hou was not annoyed. He smiled slightly, took out a scroll of silk from his sleeve, and presented it with both hands: "This is a declaration of war personally written by Chief Xuanyuan. The chief said that the hundreds of years of civil war among humans have already caused fundamental damage to the human race. For the future of the human race, neither side can drag this out any longer."

Chi You took the silk scroll, unfolded it, and saw several lines of large characters written on it—

"Chi You's Mirror:

A century of stalemate has exhausted humanity. Now, humanity is unified; the tide has turned, and there is no turning back. I have gathered an army of three hundred million on the battlefield, and in three days, I will fight you to the death, brother. The victor will be king, the loser will be a bandit. I hope you will not fail the hopes of the people.

Respectfully submitted by Xuanyuan.

After reading it, Chi You remained silent for a moment, then slammed the silk scroll on the table, looked up at Feng Hou, and grinned: "Alright, go back and tell the Yellow Emperor—in three days, at the Battle of Zhuolu, I, Chi You, will accompany him to the very end!"

Feng Hou was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Chi You to agree so readily. He had thought Chi You would find various excuses to refuse, and had even prepared a set of excuses to deal with him. He never expected Chi You to agree so decisively?

But he quickly regained his composure, cupped his hands, and said, "Chi You's leadership is truly admirable. Then let's meet again in three days at the Battle of Zhuolu."

After saying this, Feng Hou turned and left, his figure disappearing into the twilight outside the tent.

As soon as the curtain fell, Chi You's smile vanished instantly.

"There's no way!" He plopped back into his chair, clutching his hair, his face full of worry. "Father God hasn't returned yet! What are we going to do?"

Chi You agreed so readily just now purely because he was forced into a corner and had no choice but to bite the bullet. But after calming down and thinking about it, if this battle really broke out, the human race would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses, to say the least.

Moreover, although Chi You was brave, the Yellow Emperor's side was not to be underestimated. The Yellow Emperor now had many talented individuals under his command, comprising more than 70% of the current strength of the human race. If a real battle were to break out, Chi You's chances of winning would be very low, even if it were just a staged fight.

Moreover, behind this struggle for the Human Emperor title, there are deeper forces at play. The Western Sect is eyeing the situation covetously, and Rahu is also secretly plotting. If he and Xuanyuan are both severely injured, someone might jump out to steal the spoils.

"Father God, Father God, where are you now...?" Chi You sighed to the heavens.

Just then, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

That connection, which had been dormant for a full hundred years, has suddenly become active again at this moment!

Chi You suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Father God?!"

The next second, a familiar voice rang in his mind, carrying that signature lazy laugh—

"Chi You, how have you been these past few years?"

Chi You almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Father God! You've finally returned!" Chi You's voice trembled with excitement. "If you hadn't come back, I really would have fought Xuanyuan to the death!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm back now." Xuanbao's voice carried a hint of amusement. "I sensed you calling for me as soon as I arrived in the Primordial World. What's wrong? What happened?"

Chi You hurriedly recounted the upcoming battle with the Yellow Emperor within three days, and concluded with a bitter expression, "Father God, I have been delaying for over a hundred years, and I really cannot delay any longer. Now that Xuanyuan has issued a challenge, if I do not accept it, I fear I will lose all prestige, and the morale of the army will waver."

Xuanbao was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly, "So what if I accepted it? What's there to be afraid of?"

Chi You was taken aback: "But Father God, didn't you say that this struggle for the Human Emperor is related to the fate of the human race...?"

Xuanbao's voice echoed in Chi You's mind, carrying that signature lazy laugh: "Who says the human race will inevitably fight to the death? Chi You, listen to me—"

Chi You immediately pricked up his ears and held his breath.

Xuanbao slowly and deliberately explained his thoughts. As Chi You listened, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wider and wider. Finally, he stood there as if struck by lightning, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Father, Father God..." Chi You's voice trembled. "You mean... to let all the brothers of the Jiuli tribe fake their deaths and escape to the Demon Realm?"

"To be precise, it's a transfer to the new Demon Realm that I've refined," Xuanbao corrected. "That place has been transformed by me; demonic energy and spiritual energy coexist, yin and yang are in harmony, and all five elements are present. It's many times better than the original Demon Realm. And most importantly, you will become another trump card for the human race."

Chi You swallowed hard, his mind racing.

Xuanbao's plan was incredibly audacious. But upon closer examination, it was perfectly logical, with each step intricately linked, leaving almost no flaws.

Within the Jiuli tribe, many members, having long followed Chi You in his battles, have been corrupted by the demonic energy within him, becoming demonically possessed to varying degrees. While these individuals retain their rationality and do not exhibit the bloodthirsty nature of ordinary demons, the demonic energy emanating from them is undeniable. Once humanity is unified, these individuals will inevitably face exclusion and discrimination, and may even be purged as heretics.

But if they could all "die" in the "Battle for Supremacy" and then quietly transfer to the Demon Realm, that would be a different story.

In the history of humanity, they are heroic martyrs who died bravely in battle, paving the way for Xuanyuan's unification of humanity. Their names will be engraved on monuments and passed down through generations. In reality, however, they will establish a new home in the Demon Realm, becoming humanity's hidden trump card—a secret force composed of demon-possessed individuals, absolutely loyal to humanity.

"But Father God," Chi You scratched his head, still somewhat worried, "how can the hundreds of millions of people in the Jiuli tribe all 'feign death' on the battlefield? What if Xuanyuan discovers the flaw—"

"You don't need to worry about that," Xuanbao chuckled. "I have my own way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi You felt a vast and boundless divine thought, like a warm tide, instantly engulf the entire Jiuli tribe. That divine thought gently and precisely swept over the body of each tribesman, planting an extremely subtle decree within them.

The edict, a chaotic color and only the size of a fingernail, resided deep within the dantian of every clansman, fused with their magical power, inseparable from them. The edict's content was simple—the moment the holder suffered a fatal wound on the battlefield, it would automatically trigger, transforming the holder's body into a stream of light and teleporting them back to the Demon Realm. Simultaneously, it would leave behind a lifelike "corpse" for inspection.

The entire process was as fast as lightning and completely silent; even a quasi-saint level being would find it difficult to detect anything unusual.

Chi You, sensing the operation of the decree within his body, couldn't help but gasp: "Father God, this method... is too heaven-defying!"

"No problem," Xuanbao said casually.

Chi You was stunned, and after a long while, he managed to stammer out, "Father God is awesome!"

Actually, the decree was quite simple: anyone from the Jiuli tribe who was injured would be forcibly dragged to the Demon Realm, where a clone would appear and then turn to ashes. This would ensure there was no way to prove their death.

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key," Xuanbao said modestly, then changed the subject, "Chi You, you have to remember to act convincingly. You can't just lie there like a corpse as soon as you step onto the stage, that would be too fake. It would be a loss for the human race if such a great merit were lost."

Chi You nodded vigorously: "Father God, rest assured, I will definitely not let you down."

"That's good." Xuanbao replied with satisfaction. "Three days later, at the Deer Hunting Grounds, I will be watching from the shadows. Rest assured, you can act boldly and without worry. If anything goes wrong, I'll cover for you."

"Alright!" Chi You suddenly felt full of energy, and even straightened his back a bit.

Three days later, in the wilderness of Zhuolu.

The sky was overcast, with leaden clouds hanging low, as if weighing heavily on everyone's heart. On the open field, two vast armies faced each other, banners obscuring the sun, spears and halberds like a forest. A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, even the wind seemed heavy.

In the eastern camp, Xuanyuan, clad in golden armor and with the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist, rode a pure white dragon-horse, standing before the central army. His face was imposing, his gaze sharp as lightning, and he exuded a chilling imperial aura. Behind him, three hundred million soldiers stood in formation, their swords and spears forming a forest, their momentum overwhelming.

In the western camp, Chi You stood clad in heavy armor of black iron, wielding the Tiger Soul Greatsword, and riding a black and white iron-eating beast. His bear-like eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and demonic energy swirled around him, making him appear like a demon god descended from hell. Behind him, hundreds of millions of Jiuli warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The two armies faced each other, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Xuanyuan spurred his horse forward and proclaimed loudly, "Chi You, we are both of the human race, and we should not be fighting each other. But you have acted against the natural order, bewitching people with demonic ways, causing widespread suffering. Today, I, Xuanyuan, will act on behalf of Heaven and restore a bright and peaceful world for humanity!"

Chi You laughed heartily, his voice booming like thunder: "Enough with these high-sounding words, Xuanyuan! If you want to fight, I'll fight you! I want to see just how much this so-called Human Emperor is really made of!"

Before he finished speaking, Chi You squeezed the Kui Niu's belly with his legs, and the Kui Niu let out a deafening roar, its four hooves off the ground, and charged fiercely towards Xuanyuan!

Xuanyuan was not to be outdone. He drew his Xuanyuan Sword, and a golden sword aura shot into the sky, splitting a crack in the dark clouds!

"kill--!!!"

The two commanders clashed first, and their hundreds of millions of troops surged out like a tide, launching an earth-shattering melee on the battlefield!

The battle between Chi You and Xuanyuan was particularly fierce.

The two fought from the ground to the sky, from the sky to the clouds, and then back down to the ground. Each clash between the Tiger Soul Blade and the Xuanyuan Sword unleashed earth-shattering energy fluctuations, cracking the earth within a hundred miles. The soldiers watching felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and their blood surging; they retreated hastily, not daring to approach the area where the two were fighting.

Chi You fought with increasing ferocity, wielding the Tiger Soul Blade with incredible speed and power, each strike carrying the force to cleave mountains and split rocks. Xuan Yuan was not to be outdone; his swordsmanship was exquisite, his sword light weaving like silk, deflecting Chi You's attacks one by one.

The two fought for three hundred rounds, but neither could gain the upper hand.

"Cough! The main problem is that Chi You released the sea there."

After all, Chi You was a quasi-saint, and Xuan Yuan was a newly ascended Golden Immortal. Both of them knew the ins and outs of the matter, and their cooperation was quite tacit, resulting in a back-and-forth battle.

Those who knew the details but not the whole story were also filled with questions upon seeing the scene before them. Was this really possible? How could a genius like Xuanyuan of the human race, a Great Luo Immortal, possibly defeat a Quasi-Saint?!