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

The Plundering Demon God was tightly bound by the chains of three thousand laws, hovering in the chaotic void like a salted fish awaiting slaughter. His expression shifted dramatically, from initial rage and struggle to shock and fear, and finally to despair and numbness. He had lived for countless eons, thriving amidst the siege of numerous chaotic demon gods, never imagining that he would one day fall at the hands of a seemingly young primordial cultivator, and fall so utterly, without even a chance to resist.

Xuanbao squatted in front of him, toying with the dark red world-destroying millstone in his hand. The millstone slowly turned, emitting a slight "creaking" sound, as if it were grinding something unseen. The sound, falling into the ears of the Plundering Demon God, was like a death knell, causing the scales all over his body to stand up involuntarily.

"So, have you thought it through?" Xuanbao asked with a smile, his tone as gentle as if he were asking, "Have you eaten today?"

The Plundering Demon God gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment. He, a mighty Chaos Demon God, had traversed countless eras of chaos, and had never suffered such humiliation. But he truly did not want to experience the feeling of those three thousand chains of law a second time—the feeling of having all his magic power, laws, and primordial spirit locked up was worse than being killed.

Moreover, the aura emanating from the world-destroying millstone in Xuanbao's hand made even this Chaos Demon God, who lived by plunder, feel a shiver from the depths of his soul. He knew the world-destroying millstone well; it could truly devour him without leaving a trace.

"I...I'll talk." The Plundering Demon finally lowered its proud head, its voice hoarse and bitter. "Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."

"That's more like it." Xuanbao patted his shoulder, then sat cross-legged in the void, adopting a posture of attentive listening. "First, tell me, how did you come to have your eye on the Primordial World? Also, besides you, which other Chaos Gods are eyeing the Primordial World?"

The Plundering Demon God took a deep breath and slowly began to speak.

It turns out that the Plundering Demon God, as a rogue of Chaos Street, had long noticed the primordial world created by Pangu.

But he didn't act immediately. He knew that although the primordial world hadn't been created for long, it was still a world created by Pangu, and there might still be remnants of Pangu's secrets within. Rushing in alone would be too risky. Therefore, he decided to lie in wait nearby, observe the true nature of the primordial world, and at the same time contact some chaotic demons who were also interested in it, intending to gather strength before making his move.

"I don't know much either. Chaos is too vast, and other Chaos Gods rarely meet. They basically fight as soon as they meet. All I know is that the Plundering God rattled off the power of seven or eight groups of Chaos Gods, each group being roughly equal in strength to himself. By the end, his face was growing increasingly grim, clearly realizing how foolish he had been to decide to attack the Primordial World."

"However..." The Plundering Demon God's tone shifted, a sly glint in his eyes. "Although these people are all eyeing the Primordial World, they are not on good terms with each other. Especially the former subordinates of the Devouring Demon God and the Destruction Demon God, who have old grudges from back in the Chaos. If we handle things properly, we might be able to make them fight each other first, and then we can reap the benefits."

After listening, Xuanbao stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm... your suggestion is quite interesting."

The plundering demon god hurriedly said, "I can help you! I'm familiar with the terrain of the chaos, and I understand the temperaments of all the demon gods. As long as you spare my life, I'm willing to serve you!"

"Effect?" Xuanbao raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile. "Do you think I would trust a Chaos God who lives by plundering?"

The Plundering Demon God paused, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. Indeed, he plundered the laws, and there was no trust to speak of; betrayal and deception were commonplace for him. Even he himself wouldn't trust such a person.

"However..." Xuanbao changed the subject, a signature sly smile appearing on his face, "Not trusting you doesn't mean I can't use you."

The Plundering Demon God was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"It's simple." Xuanbao stood up, brushing non-existent dust off his hands. "I don't need your loyalty to me, I just need you to be an obedient dog."

"An obedient dog?" the plundering demon scoffed, trembling with rage.

Is this even human language? I was supposed to be a Chaos Demon God, how could I have fallen so low as to be someone else's dog?

"You disagree!"

Seeing the Demon God's rebellious gaze, Xuanbao silently picked up the World-Destroying Millstone again.

The meaning is obvious: if you disagree, we'll refine you instantly.

Plundering Demon God: ...

I had no choice but to agree to this unreasonable demand. Although it was a bit frustrating, at least I was still alive.

Xuanbao stopped looking at him and turned to Tongtian and Bailu: "Master, Bailu, what do you think?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader, carrying the Qingping Sword, grinned upon hearing this: "I think it's feasible. This Plundering Demon God has been in the Chaos for so long, he knows many people and even understands some human nature! It might have unexpected effects."

Bai Lu nodded slightly: "Although his plundering laws are not as comprehensive as your three thousand laws, they do have a certain deterrent effect in the chaos."

"Then it's settled." Xuanbao clapped his hands, then turned to look at the Plundering Demon God, his smile becoming meaningful. "Plundering Demon God, I'll give you a chance to live—you continue to operate in the Chaos, pretending nothing happened. But you must report to us regularly on the movements of the Chaos Demon Gods, and, according to our instructions, pass on some 'specific' messages to them."

The Plundering Demon's eyes lit up: "It's that simple?"

"Simple?" Xuanbao laughed. "Do you think I'd believe you so easily?"

He raised his hand and waved, and the Three Thousand Law Chains reappeared, transforming into a rune the size of a fingernail, which entered the plundering demon god's brow. The moment the rune entered his body, the plundering demon god felt a cold power seep into the depths of his primordial spirit, taking root like a seed, becoming intimately connected to everything about him.

"This rune is a restriction condensed from my three thousand laws," Xuanbao explained. "As long as you do as I say obediently, it will never be triggered. But if you dare to play tricks—such as running to inform other Chaos Gods, or trying to find someone to lift the restriction—it will detonate instantly and blast your primordial spirit into pieces."

White Dew: ...

It seems that there is one within my own primordial spirit as well.

Then Bailu stared at Xuanbao with a dangerous look.

"stare"

Xuanbao naturally saw Bailu immediately, and felt somewhat awkward when he looked over.

"cough!"

"I'll get it for you when we get back."

……

The Plundering Demon God's expression was quite grim. He could sense that the rune was indeed closely connected to his primordial spirit, and the terrifying power it contained was enough to blast him into nothingness.

"You...you're ruthless." The Plundering Demon God gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

"Likewise." Xuanbao smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "We're all smart people, so I won't waste any more words. From today onwards, you'll be my spy planted in the Chaos. Do a good job, and once we've cleared away those threats, I might consider lifting your restrictions and sparing your life."

The Plundering Demon God remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed deeply and lowered his head: "I... understand."

"Very good." Xuanbao nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand, and the Three Thousand Law Chains were withdrawn from the Plundering Demon God. The Plundering Demon God regained his freedom, stretched his stiff limbs, and looked at Xuanbao with a complex expression—fear, resentment, and a trace of inexplicable awe.

Xuanbao didn't care and turned to walk towards the black fortress. The lair of the plundering demon god was a fortress forged from chaotic demonic metal, and there might be many good things hidden inside.

"By the way," Xuanbao suddenly stopped and asked without turning around, "you're not the only one in this fortress, are you?"

The plundering demon's face stiffened, and he stammered, "There are... there are still a few servants and slaves..."

"Oh." Xuanbao nodded, then waved his hand. "You can deal with the servants and slaves yourself. But the collection inside this fortress—including the rare and precious materials, spiritual roots and resources you've plundered over the years, and everything from the world you created—will be confiscated. No objections?"

The Plundering Demon God opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but thinking of the deadly rune between his brows, he swallowed back the words he was about to say and said with a bitter face, "No...no objection."

"That's good." Xuanbao nodded in satisfaction and strode into the fortress.

Over the next few days, Xuanbao thoroughly searched the lair of the Plundering Demon God. It must be said that although the Plundering Demon God wasn't particularly strong, his ability to plunder treasures was truly first-rate. The mountains of chaotic spiritual materials, rare ores, and a large number of various rare treasures plundered from different worlds piled up in the fortress dazzled Xuanbao, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich..." Xuanbao muttered to himself as he stuffed things into his sleeves. "This Plundering Demon God is practically a mobile treasure trove!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader watched from the side, his eyelids twitching: "You brat... can't you tone it down a bit? You're supposed to be a seventh-level Grand Luo Golden Immortal, can't you show some respect as a master?"

"Can a master's demeanor put food on the table?" Xuan Bao retorted confidently. "These are real resources! Besides, these were originally stolen from others by the Demon God. I'm acting on behalf of Heaven, returning them to their rightful owner!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader was speechless, choked by his twisted logic. He could only roll his eyes and give up on him.

Bai Lu silently followed behind Xuan Bao, helping him sort and organize the spiritual materials and roots. Her movements were gentle and precise; she could accurately determine the grade and use of each material before categorizing and placing it neatly. Xuan Bao watched in amazement, clicking his tongue in wonder: "You can do this too?"

Bai Lu said calmly, "If you live long enough, you'll naturally know a little about everything."

Xuanbao gave a thumbs up: "An all-around talent, I like him."

Bai Lu glanced at him without saying a word, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

After thoroughly looting the lair of the Plundering Demon God, Xuanbao packed up the Plundering Demon God himself and his two subordinates—the two Fifth Heaven and Fourth Heaven Demon Gods who had been chopped into human sticks by the Tongtian Sect Leader—and threw them into the World Tree Space.

As for what use it is to be shattered into a human stick, that would be underestimating the Chaos God. Let alone being shattered into a human stick, even a single atom can be reborn. Limb regeneration is just a basic operation.

Inside the World Tree space, the three rioters were squatting idly on a huge branch when they saw Xuanbao throw in three more people, and they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Riot stared at the Plundering Demon God who had been thrown in, his lips twitching slightly: "Plundering? How did you get in here too?"

The Plundering Demon God looked up and saw Riot, and was taken aback: "Riot? What are you doing here?"

The two men exchanged a glance, remained silent for a moment, and then cursed in unison, "Damn it, we're done for."

Xuanbao stood at the entrance to the World Tree space, arms crossed, smiling at his fellow sufferers: "Gentlemen, get along well. You'll be colleagues from now on."

"Colleague?" The Riot and Plunder Demon Gods looked up at the same time, staring at Xuanbao with blank expressions.

"Yeah, colleague," Xuanbao said matter-of-factly. "Work hard from now on, and if you don't—"

Xuanbao paused, then took the World-Destroying Millstone from his waist and weighed it in his hand: "You probably don't want to know the consequences."

The rioting, plundering demon god, and several other chaos demon gods all shuddered.

After settling the Chaos Gods, Xuanbao withdrew from the World Tree space. With a wave of his hand, the roots of the World Tree extended out and plunged into the origin of the Great Thousand World of the Plundering Gods—a medium-sized Great Thousand World called "Plundering Realm."

The primal power of the plundered realm flowed into the trunk of the World Tree like a gentle stream. On the trunk of the World Tree, the sixth point of light slowly condensed and took shape, rotating gently along with the other nine points of light, radiating a warm and vast light. The aura of the World Tree surged once again, about to break through to the Chaos Spiritual Root stage, requiring only the complete refinement of the four Great Thousand Worlds behind it.

Xuanbao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Tongtian Jiaozhu and Bailu: "Alright, things here are settled. Let's see what to do next."

The Grand Master of Heaven stretched and yawned: "This trip was really boring. We didn't even get to fight properly. How about we find another one?"

Bai Lu stood quietly beside Xuan Bao, her gaze fixed on the depths of chaos, lost in thought.

Xuanbao followed Bailu's gaze and saw a few faint lights flickering in the depths of chaos—the aura of other chaotic demons from an unimaginably distant place. Although separated by endless chaos, that faint malice still lingered like a leech.