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

The chance to obtain a place as a saint is as rare as a spark thrown into a pile of dry tinder.

In just a century, the primordial world entered an unprecedented "era of involution".

At first, the Quasi-Saints maintained some semblance of decorum, venturing into the Chaos in small groups, methodically scouting the locations of the Great Thousand Worlds. But when the first batch of intelligence was successfully exchanged—a rogue Quasi-Saint named "Chisongzi," using precise coordinates of the Great Thousand Worlds, received a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the "Li Huo Divine Banner," from Xuanbao on the spot—the entire Primordial World went mad.

Chisongzi was originally just an unknown rogue cultivator, stuck at the early stage of Quasi-Saint for hundreds of thousands of years, penniless and unable to even afford a decent innate spiritual treasure. But just a few years after exchanging for a spiritual treasure, he single-handedly captured a middle-thousand world with the help of the Li Huo Divine Banner, gaining a massive amount of merit and directly breaking through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint!

Now, everyone was on edge.

"Why is it that someone like Chishongzi can obtain a top-grade innate spiritual treasure?"

"He just happened to stumble upon a vast and wonderful world!"

"I refuse to accept this! I want to go to Chaos too!"

In no time, long queues formed in front of the Heavenly Court's Hall of Merit, with hundreds and thousands of cultivators applying to go hunting every day. Quasi-Saints were no longer satisfied with the Lesser and Middle Thousand Worlds, but turned their attention to the more distant and dangerous depths of chaos—because only information from the Greater Thousand Worlds could bring them the real "big prize."

Xuanbao was pleased with this outcome.

He even implemented a "performance evaluation" system within the Heavenly Court—every celestial official and divine general had to complete a certain amount of "merit targets" each year. Those who failed to meet the targets had their salaries reduced and were demoted; those who exceeded the targets not only received extra rewards but also had priority in being recommended as candidates for sainthood.

Haotian was deeply worried: "Your Majesty, isn't this too radical? What if they disregard their own safety in order to complete the mission..."

Xuanbao waved his hand, smiling nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Xuanbao certainly knew his limits.

The key lies in this: he has never lacked innate spiritual treasures.

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, not to mention that what he brought out was a genuine innate spiritual treasure, which was fatally attractive to those cultivators.

The sheer number of spiritual treasures he crafted over those 100,000 years, coupled with the collections he seized from captives such as those who had rioted and plundered demon gods, meant that Xuanbao possessed so many innate spiritual treasures that he could use them as marbles. He even had a "mountain of spiritual treasures" piled up in the warehouse of the Hall of Merit, filled with spiritual treasures of all grades, a sight that would make anyone's eyes water and their heart race.

More importantly, the Five Elements Incarnations are still refining spiritual treasures there without stopping. Moreover, because there are so many spiritual treasures, the treasure energy is now inexhaustible. Even if it is an innate supreme treasure, they can still produce quite a lot. Meanwhile, the Profound Treasure is working hard to accumulate treasure energy to see if it can upgrade itself to a Chaos Spiritual Treasure in one go. Perhaps then it will be able to suppress all enemies.

But those are things for later. Right now, Xuanbao has truly turned the entire prehistoric world into a military force.

Xuanbao knew very well that as the Primordial World continued to advance, it would eventually become a source of fear for the Chaos Gods and Demons. At that time, the Primordial World's few high-end combatants alone would not be enough to protect this foundation. Only by making the entire Primordial World strong and ensuring that every cultivator possessed the ability to stand alone could it truly remain invincible.

Therefore, he spared no expense in investing resources, merits, and spiritual treasures, all in order to raise the ceiling of combat power in the prehistoric world to a higher level in the shortest possible time.

His strategy proved to be very effective.

Three hundred years later, when Xuanbao convened another court assembly at the Lingxiao Palace, the intelligence he had received was already piling up like a mountain.

"Your Majesty, Daoist Cangwu has sent word that a seemingly unclaimed Great Thousand World has been discovered in the southeast of Chaos, but it is surrounded by a powerful law barrier, which may be a restriction set up by a Chaos Demon God."

"Your Majesty, the reconnaissance team led by Xuanjizi encountered a Chaos Beast at the fifth level of the Saint Realm deep within the Chaos Realm. They suffered heavy losses, but managed to escape and brought back a precious Great Thousand World Star Map."

"Your Majesty, the Western Sect has also dispatched a team, personally led by the Medicine Buddha. It is said that they have already captured three middle-thousand worlds..."

One piece of intelligence after another came to Xuanbao, and he nodded frequently as he read them.

"Excellent, excellent." Xuanbao put down the jade slip and looked at the ministers in the hall. "I have seen all your efforts over the past three hundred years. The concentration of spiritual energy in the primordial world has increased more than threefold, and the number of quasi-saints has increased by more than 30. All of this is thanks to you all."

Everyone bowed and said, "Your Majesty is wise!"

Xuanbao waved his hand, then changed the subject: "However, I gathered you all here today not to praise you, but to tell you some bad news—"

He paused, his gaze turning serious:

"According to reliable sources, the Chaos Gods in the Chaos Realm have begun to take notice of the Primordial World."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became heavy.

Cang Haotian stepped forward, frowning, and said, "Your Majesty, what do you mean...?"

"Those Chaos Gods usually slumber or retreat into seclusion deep within the Chaos, looking down on the nascent world of the Primordial World. But now the Primordial World's advancement is too rapid, and the primordial fluctuations it emits are becoming increasingly intense, which has already aroused their vigilance," Xuanbao said slowly. "According to reliable sources, at least a dozen Chaos Gods have awakened and have begun to send their subordinates to investigate the true nature of the Primordial World."

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

The Quasi-Saints had been hunting in the Chaos for hundreds of years, believing they had witnessed its vastness. But now they realized that their pride in their strength was nothing more than ants before the true Chaos Giants.

Xuanbao looked at the solemn expressions on everyone's faces and suddenly smiled.

"What, are you scared already?"

He stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and swept his gaze across the crowd: "I know what you're worried about. The top fifty Chaos Gods are indeed very strong, so strong that we simply cannot confront them head-on right now. But—"

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone now carrying an undeniable confidence:

"Who said we were going to confront them head-on?"

Everyone was stunned, not understanding why.

"These Chaos Gods are powerful, but they are not on good terms with each other. Resources in the Chaos are limited, and their hatred for each other in their struggle for territory and origin is far greater than their covetousness of our Primordial World," Xuanbao said slowly. "What we need to do is not to confront them head-on, but to let them fight each other."

"Let them fight it out themselves?" Haotian, the chief steward, was naturally the first to raise the question. "Your Majesty, how can that be possible?"

Xuanbao stood in the center of the Lingxiao Palace, looking at the puzzled gazes of the crowd, a sly smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Let them fight it out themselves. It sounds difficult, but it's actually quite simple." He held up one finger. "Think about it, what do the Chaos Gods value most?"

Haotian pondered for a moment, then tentatively replied, "Resources? Territory? Or... the origin?"

"All of that is true, but not entirely." Xuanbao shook his head. "What the Chaos Demon God values ​​most is—face."

The group looked at each other, puzzled.

"Think about it, a chaotic demon god, used to ruling his own territory, suddenly has someone come to his doorstep, saying they want to seize his territory and plunder his essence. What would he do?"

Haotian was taken aback: "Then naturally he'd be furious and go after that person to fight to the death..."

He suddenly realized something halfway through his sentence, and his eyes lit up: "Your Majesty means—to sow discord?"

"Brilliant!" Xuanbao snapped his fingers. "We don't need to deal with those top-ranked Chaos Gods ourselves. We just need to create conflict among them, make them suspicious of each other, and fight each other. Once they're both exhausted, we can clean up the mess and reap the benefits."

Haotian frowned: "That makes sense, but how exactly do we do it? Those Chaos Gods aren't fools; how could they possibly fall for it so easily?"

The people below were also whispering among themselves, discussing various feasibility options.

"Normally, of course not." Xuanbao chuckled, pacing back and forth in the Lingxiao Palace with his hands behind his back. "But what if they have a reason they can't help but believe?"

He stopped, turned around, and glanced at the assembled officials: "What do you think is the greatest conflict among the Chaos Gods?"

The Cangwu Daoist pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the Chaos Gods were born in chaos and grew up in chaos, and the law of the jungle naturally prevails among them. Their greatest conflict is simply that each of them wants to devour the other, but each of them is also afraid of being devoured by the other."

"Well said." Xuanbao nodded approvingly. "In chaos, there is no order, no rules; the only truth is might. Which of those top-ranked Chaos Gods didn't climb up by stepping on the corpses of countless of their own kind? The hatred between them is far deeper than their covetousness of our Primordial World."

He paused, then changed the subject: "In that case, we only need to do one thing—give them a reason to take action."

Xuanbao didn't answer directly, but instead waved his hand, and the spatial gate of the World Tree opened in the hall. A moment later, a figure was thrown out—it was the Chaotic Demon God.

As soon as the riot landed, he saw the hall filled with quasi-saints and Xuanbao sitting on the nine-dragon throne, and his expression immediately became extremely complicated. He had been captured for hundreds of years, and although Xuanbao had not mistreated him, the feeling of having his life force held in someone's hands was truly unbearable.

The Chaos Demon God stood in the center of the Lingxiao Palace, feeling the gazes cast upon him from all sides—some wary, some curious, some scrutinizing, and even a hint of pity. He, a mighty Chaos Demon God who had traversed countless eras of chaos, had never imagined that one day he would be displayed like a piece of merchandise before a group of post-natal beings.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the humiliation in his heart, and coldly glanced at everyone in the hall before finally fixing his gaze on Xuanbao: "What do you want from me this time?"

Xuanbao stood up from the Nine Dragon Throne, slowly walked down the steps, and stood in front of the rioter, looking at him with a smile: "Let's see how you're doing."

Riot's lips twitched slightly: "You called me out here just to humiliate me?"

"Of course not." Xuanbao waved his hand, his smile fading, and said seriously, "I'm here to give you a chance to redeem yourself."

Riot frowned: "What do you mean?"

Xuanbao didn't answer directly. Instead, he raised his hand and waved it, and a miniature version of the Chaos Star Map appeared between the two of them. On the star map, the locations of the Chaos Demon God forces known to the Riot were marked—the Devouring Demon God, the Destruction Demon God, the Void Demon God… Each name flickered with a dark red light, like a venomous snake lurking in the depths of chaos.

"As you can see, the Primordial World is rapidly advancing, which has already attracted the attention of those Chaos Gods." Xuanbao pointed to the points of light on the star map. "Before long, they will swarm in like sharks smelling blood. At that time, the Primordial World will face an unprecedented crisis."

Riot sneered, "So you're scared?"

"Afraid?" Xuanbao laughed, a hint of disdain in his smile. "The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary. I just think that rather than waiting for them to come knocking on our door, it's better to strike first—let them create chaos on their own."

Riot paused for a moment, then understood Xuanbao's meaning: "You want me to sow discord?"

"Smart." Xuanbao snapped his fingers. "You've been in the chaos for so long, you should know very well the kind of relationship between you Chaos Gods."

"Why should I help you?" Riot said coldly. "Even if I'm captured by you, the worst that can happen is death. I may not be a big shot, but I'm not so low as to be a dog for a creature born after me."

"Who said I was asking you to be a dog?" Xuanbao shook his head. "I'm asking you to be a partner."

He paused, then held up a finger: "If you help me with this, I can not only remove the restrictions on your body, but also grant you a great fortune—haven't you always wanted to break through to the seventh or even eighth level of the Heavenly Realm? I can help you with that."

His raging pupils suddenly contracted: "You can help me break through?!"

"Others may not be able to, but I can." Xuanbao smiled slightly. "How about we cooperate? Of course, during the cooperation, I won't remove the restrictions on your body, since I don't trust you yet."

His heart pounded wildly. The Seventh Heaven! That was the realm he had always dreamed of! He had been stuck at the peak of the Sixth Heaven for countless eons, and without an extraordinary stroke of luck, he would likely never break through in his lifetime. And now, Xuanbao actually said he could help him break through!

But reason told him that he couldn't completely trust Xuanbao's words. That kid was cunning; he might be dangling empty promises at him again.

"How do I know if you're lying to me?" Riot asked warily.

"You have no choice. You can only trust me now, can't you?" Xuanbao shrugged. "You are my prisoner now, your life and death are in my hands. If I wanted to kill you, I would just do it. Why waste so much breath?"

The riot fell silent. Xuanbao was right; given his current situation, Xuanbao had no reason to lie to him.

"And—" Xuanbao's tone shifted, becoming meaningful, "Don't you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" Riot was taken aback. "Revenge for what?"

"Your strength among the Chaos Demons is only below average. You must have suppressed other Chaos Demons quite a bit, even to the point of life and death. Don't you really want to get revenge?" Xuanbao said slowly. "Now that you have a chance to turn things around, don't you want them to taste defeat as well?"

Riot's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

As Xuanbao said, Riot's strength was only in the lower-middle range among the Chaos Gods. Although not everyone could slap him, he was often hunted down and almost eaten by other Chaos Gods countless times. It would be impossible for him not to want revenge.