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

After listening to Shouzhuo Daoist's description, Xuanbao frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. He reached out and gently patted Shouzhuo Daoist's shoulder, channeling a warm magical energy into the other's body, helping to smooth out his disordered breathing.

"Go and recuperate first. Don't worry about your cultivation level dropping. Since you've risked your life for the Primordial World, the Heavenly Court won't treat you unfairly." Xuanbao instructed the heavenly soldiers on his left and right to send Shouzhuo Daoist to heal his injuries. Then he turned around, looking at the vast Primordial World outside the Heavenly Court, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting. It seems we have uninvited guests who are playing hide-and-seek in the primordial world."

But there was no other way for the time being. Even using the Heavenly Dao Avatar, they could not find the hidden Chaos Demon God. It is conceivable how disgusting the Chaos Demon God's methods are.

Not long after the assassination of the Daoist Shouzhuo, the Xuanming Sect, a medium-sized sect in the western part of the prehistoric world, was wiped out overnight. All of the sect's more than 10,000 disciples, including the sect leader, perished, their deaths mirroring those of the previous victims: their primordial spirits dissipated, their souls vanished, and their magical power drained.

Immediately afterwards, in a mountain range to the south, a reclusive quasi-saint was found dead in his cave. The quasi-saint's defensive magical artifacts were intact, and there was no sign that the cave's restrictions had been activated, but his body was as withered as a dead tree, as if something had drained all his essence from within.

Then, an urgent report came from the Dragon Palace of the East Sea—the third prince of Dragon King Ao Guang had mysteriously disappeared during a sea patrol. Three days later, his body was found on the east coast, and his death was exactly the same as that of the previous victims.

Panic began to spread throughout the entire prehistoric world. Those cultivators who had been observing finally realized that this storm of assassinations was not aimed at any specific force or individual, but at the high-end combat power of the entire prehistoric world. Cultivators with a cultivation level of Taiyi Golden Immortal or higher were all in danger.

It's clear that the hidden Chaos God, realizing his identity has been exposed, no longer hides himself too much and has become even more unscrupulous in his assassinations.

However, one wave has not settled, and one wave has risen again.

If the previous assassinations only instilled fear in the prehistoric world, then what happened next plunged the entire prehistoric world into anger and unease.

It all started in a place called White Bone Ridge.

White Bone Ridge stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, lying across the border between the southwestern and central parts of the ancient wilderness.

This place was once a brutal ancient battlefield. Legend has it that it was a decisive battle at the end of the great war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans—the Dragon and Phoenix clans fought here for a hundred years, leaving mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. Later, during the struggle for supremacy between the Witch and Demon clans, this place became the front line for the clash between the Witch and Demon clans, where hundreds of millions of warriors perished.

Countless ages have passed, and flesh and blood have long since decayed, leaving only an endless expanse of white bones, carpeting the mountains and valleys. Some are the ribs of colossal beasts, stretching like continuous mountain ridges; others are tiny, fragmented finger bones, scattered like pebbles. A chilling wind blows, and bone dust flies, obscuring the sky and sun. The entire region is perpetually shrouded in a layer of gray mist, barren of vegetation, devoid of life.

Because this place is so dangerous, there are no sects or towns within tens of thousands of miles. Occasionally, some rogue cultivators who practice evil techniques will sneak into the depths of White Bone Ridge to collect bone materials containing death energy to refine magical artifacts, but they only dare to operate on the outer perimeter and never dare to venture into the core area.

However, just a few days ago, a low humming sound suddenly came from deep within White Bone Ridge.

The sound was extremely faint, like countless ants gnawing at bones, or like something awakening deep underground. At first, no one paid any attention—White Bone Ridge was always swept by howling winds, and all sorts of strange noises were commonplace, so no one would think anything was amiss.

But soon, something unusual happened.

The first to notice something amiss were a small wolf tribe on the outskirts of White Bone Ridge. This tribe, led by a Taiyi Golden Immortal, had about a million wolf cubs under their command, and they made a living by hunting low-level bone beasts on the edge of White Bone Ridge. Life was hard, but relatively peaceful.

That day, the wolf chieftain was drinking in the tribe when he suddenly heard a commotion of shouts and cries outside the village gate. He staggered out, carrying his wine jar, and saw the little demon on patrol scrambling back, his face full of terror.

"Chief...Chief! Something terrible has happened! The bones in White Bone Ridge...they've all come back to life!"

The clan chief was taken aback. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble slightly.

The tremor approached from afar, growing stronger with each passing moment, like a stampede of a thousand horses. The clan chief sobered up instantly; he leaped onto the village wall and looked out—

Then, he saw the most terrifying sight of his life.

Across the vast territory of White Bone Ridge, the bones that have been silent for countless eons are rising up one by one.

First to rise were the skeletons of small creatures—foxes, rabbits, rats, birds—densely packed, surging forth from the bone dust on the ground like a tide. Eerie green flames danced in their eye sockets, and their hollow jaws opened and closed with a clicking sound that merged into a chilling wave of noise.

Then, the skeletons of large creatures began to awaken. The ribs of those colossal beasts, tens of thousands of feet long, crawled up from the ground like giant centipedes, piecing themselves together segment by segment to form enormous skeletons that blotted out the sky. They took heavy steps, each step causing the earth to tremble and leaving deep footprints in the ground.

Then came the humanoid skeletons—the remains of cultivators, witch warriors, and powerful demons who died in ancient battles. They crawled out of the pile of bones, some wielding rusted weapons, others bare-handed, their ghostly flames brighter than those of ordinary bone beasts, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Even more terrifying was that these skeletons weren't moving haphazardly. They were arranged in neat rows, advancing and retreating in an orderly fashion, like a well-trained army, steadily moving towards the outer edge of Bone Ridge. That silent and orderly gait was more chilling than any roar or howl.

"Run...run!" The clan chief's voice changed.

However, it was too late.

The speed at which the skeletal army advanced far exceeded his expectations. Almost in the blink of an eye, the first wave of bone tide surged to the foot of Black Wind Stronghold's walls. The smaller bone beasts climbed the walls like ants, squeezing into the stronghold through the gaps; the larger bone beasts directly rammed the walls with their bodies, each impact causing the entire stronghold to shake violently.

The clan chief wielded a massive Xuanhua axe, cleaving a charging bone tiger in two with a single blow. But after the bone tiger shattered, its scattered bones miraculously reformed on the ground, returning to their original state in just a few breaths, and it pounced on him once more!

"How...how do we fight this?!" The wolf chieftain felt his scalp tingle.

He led a million wolves in a desperate resistance, but the skeletons were utterly indestructible—they would shatter and reform, burn to ashes and then coalesce again from the bone dust. Moreover, they were tireless, impervious to pain, and devoid of fear, like relentless killing machines.

In just a quarter of an hour, the entire wolf pack was breached.

The clan chief, leading the remaining hundred or so of his strongest members, fought his way out of the White Bone Ridge. Looking back, he saw that his clan's land, which he had cultivated for millennia, was completely submerged by the white tide of bones. Not a single one of his disciples or descendants had escaped.

"Go...go to Heaven to report this!" The wolf clan chief slumped to the ground, his voice hoarse. "Go to Heaven quickly to report this!"

The news quickly reached the Heavenly Court.

However, at this time, the Heavenly Court was busy dealing with the ongoing storm of assassinations and did not pay enough attention to the strange events at White Bone Ridge. Although Haotian sent a team of heavenly soldiers to investigate, it was merely a routine matter and he did not take it seriously.

However, in the following months, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The army of skeletons, like a flood bursting its banks, spread unstoppably from Bone Ridge in all directions. Wherever they passed, all living beings were devoured—flesh and blood were stripped away, souls were extracted, and magic was drained, leaving only a new skeleton to join the ever-growing army.

In just fifteen days, thousands of races were completely wiped out.

Some of these races were small tribes living around White Bone Ridge, while others were ancient groups that had lived in seclusion deep in the mountains for generations. Among them were demons, barbarians, strange beasts, and even some ancient races that had long since vanished from the primordial world. Regardless of strength or size, they were all as fragile as paper before the army of white bones.

A flying demon race called the "Azure Feather Clan," numbering over ten million, was devoured by a tide of bones overnight. The next day, people saw a flying legion composed of bird skeletons in the sky, their eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames, circling above White Bone Ridge and looking down at the land further away.

Panic spread like a plague across the southwestern wilderness. Those forces that had been observing finally realized—this was no ordinary undead uprising, but an organized and premeditated full-scale invasion!

What's even more despairing is that the army of bones seems to have a clear objective. They don't spread blindly in all directions, but rather advance precisely towards densely populated areas with abundant spiritual energy. Each time they conquer a place, specialized bone beasts are responsible for collecting the souls and magical power of the dead, and then transporting these things deep into the depths of Bone Ridge through some bizarre method.

It was as if something within the core of White Bone Ridge was frantically absorbing these nutrients.

The Heavenly Court finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Grand Steward Haotian personally led 100 million heavenly soldiers to the front line at White Bone Ridge. Accompanying them were several veteran Quasi-Saints served by the Heavenly Court, as well as an elite squad of thirty Great Luo Golden Immortals.

When they arrived at the outskirts of White Bone Ridge, the sight before them made everyone gasp in horror.

The once lush and verdant wilderness has now become a pale, desolate wasteland. Mountains are covered with bones, rivers are filled with bone dust, and the air is thick with the stench of death. Even the sky is shrouded in a layer of hazy, deathly mist, preventing sunlight from penetrating. The entire area seems to have fallen into an eternal twilight.

At the edge of that dead zone, the white tide of bones surged like ocean waves, constantly expanding outwards. Every second, new land was swallowed up, and new lives were transformed into bones.

"Form the formation!" Haotian shouted.

The billions of celestial soldiers swiftly deployed into formation, golden runes lighting up in the void, weaving together to form a massive sealing array, attempting to halt the advance of the skeletal army. The golden light collided with the grayish-white deathly aura, erupting into blinding light and deafening roars.

However, the moment the sealing array came into contact with the bone tide, Haotian's expression changed.

He sensed that an extremely strange power was attached to those bones—a power completely different from ordinary necromancy laws. It was not only driving the bones to move, but also devouring the energy of the sealing array in an almost greedy way!

The golden runes dimmed at a visible speed, as if they were being corroded from the inside by something.

"Oh no! They're absorbing the energy of the magic array!" a magic array master exclaimed.

The celestial soldiers swiftly changed formation, unleashing a barrage of swords, spears, and halberds as they fiercely attacked the bone tide. However, the shattered bones quickly reformed, seemingly endless. The celestial soldiers fought for three days and three nights, slaying hundreds of millions of bones, but the bone tide not only did not diminish but, by absorbing the souls of the fallen celestial soldiers, grew even stronger!

"Retreat!" Haotian gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat.

Of the 100 million heavenly soldiers, nearly a million were lost before they could barely retreat to a safe zone. Haotian stood on the makeshift command platform, gazing at the ever-expanding white dead zone, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"This is no ordinary resurrection of the dead," he said in a deep voice. "There must be a mastermind behind this."

He immediately ordered that the situation at White Bone Ridge be reported urgently to Xuanbao, who was refining a spiritual treasure.

When Xuanbao received the news, he was studying the Chaos Spiritual Root seized from the riot in the World Tree space. After listening to Haotian's report, he raised an eyebrow slightly and put down the spiritual treasure in his hand.

"White Bone Ridge? They've all come back to life?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The messenger knelt on the ground, his voice trembling slightly. "The army of white bones has already devoured thousands of races, and even Lord Haotian's one hundred million heavenly soldiers could not stop it. A strange power is attached to those white bones, which can devour magic power, souls, and even absorb the energy of sealing arrays."

Xuanbao remained silent for a moment, then stood up.

"That's interesting."

He stepped out of the World Tree space, stood at the highest point of the Heavenly Court, and gazed through billions of miles of void towards the direction of White Bone Ridge. With his cultivation level, even from such a vast distance, he could clearly sense the intense death aura emanating from that area.

The sheer purity and intensity of that deathly aura even reminded him of the chaotic demons he had encountered in the chaos, those whose origins lay in the laws of death.

"The Law of Death... no, something even more bizarre than the Law of Death." Xuanbao narrowed his eyes. "The Law of Death only manipulates the dead, but this power is more like the spirits of the dead I know!"