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

Xuanbao's gaze pierced through billions of miles of void, locking onto the direction of White Bone Ridge. The intense death aura rushed towards him as if it were tangible, and even from such a great distance, he could feel the eerie power contained within it.

"The dead..." he murmured to himself, his brow furrowed.

The word echoed repeatedly in his mind. In his previous life, he had read countless online novels and was very familiar with the concept of "the undead"—a power system completely different from the existing system in the primordial world. The laws of death in the primordial world were essentially part of reincarnation, a link in the flow of life. Even the path of reincarnation mastered by Houtu was based on the "transformation of life and death."

But the dead are different.

The essence of the dead is "refusal to die." They are not part of the cycle of reincarnation. The soul fire in the eye sockets of those skeletons is the entirety of the dead; after all, it is an evil force that forcibly imprisons the soul within a decaying body.

"The Laws of the Dead!"

"This is too sinister. As long as he obtains the corpses of some Chaos Gods, they will all turn into undead. That would be so much fun. Indeed, no matter what law it is, it becomes invincible in a certain aspect once it reaches a certain level."

……

The undead army at White Bone Ridge initially threw all the forces in the prehistoric world into a panic.

The skeletal monsters that were indestructible, unkillable, and multiplied with each attack were completely beyond their comprehension. Millions of celestial soldiers and generals perished, and the front lines suffered repeated defeats. A climate of fear gripped the southwestern part of the prehistoric world, with all major sects closing their gates in fear that the white bone tide would soon surge to their doorsteps.

But the reason why all the races of the primordial world were able to stand firm through countless eras of trials and tribulations was never because of the protection of any one person, but because of the survival wisdom ingrained in their very bones.

The first to react were the humans.

As the largest race in the primordial world, humanity occupies the most fertile lands and boasts the most quasi-saint level experts. A golden dragon of fortune stretches across the sky, its power dominating all directions. However, humanity is also the most "afraid of death" race—because their rise has been too rapid, their foundation too shallow, unlike those innate saints who are born with great fortune. Every step humanity takes is paved with the blood and flesh of countless ancestors.

Therefore, when the undead army of White Bone Ridge began to expand outwards, the human high command immediately convened an emergency meeting.

The meeting was chaired by Ji Heng, the seventh-generation descendant of the human emperor Xuanyuan.

Although this young human emperor's cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, he inherited Xuanyuan's great talent and ambition, and during his more than three thousand years on the throne, he governed the human race with remarkable order. At this moment, he sat upright on the nine-dragon throne in the Human Lord's Hall, his gaze sweeping over the dozens of human elders in the hall, and he cut to the chase:

"Gentlemen, you all know about what happened at White Bone Ridge."

Silence fell over the hall. An elderly man with white hair stood up, leaning on his cane. He was one of the oldest quasi-saints still existing among the human race, the Cangwu Zhenren who had experienced the Lich War—of course, this Cangwu was not the same as that Cangwu, only they shared the same Daoist name.

"Your Majesty, this old minister believes that although this matter is dangerous, it is not insurmountable."

"This old minister has consulted ancient texts and has never found such a monster. But just now, Father God sent word that all that is needed is to destroy the soul fire within the undead to completely annihilate it."

Ji Heng's eyes lit up: "Is that really true?"

"Absolutely true." The elder nodded. "The reason those bones can keep regenerating is because the fire of the soul never goes out. Once that fire is extinguished, the bones will just be a pile of lifeless things."

"Good!" Ji Heng slapped the armrest. "Issue the order—summon all human cultivators above the Great Luo Golden Immortal level and prepare for battle!"

The news spread, and the entire human race was in an uproar.

Not only humans, but also demons, witches, and even those ancient races that lived in seclusion responded. The reason is simple—

Whose ancestral graves don't contain the remains of their ancestors?

Among those undead armies, many skeletons were ancestors of various races in life. Although their souls had long since entered the cycle of reincarnation, their corpses, driven by the laws of the dead, rose up to attack their own descendants. Who could tolerate such a thing?

The undead army of White Bone Ridge surged forth like a tidal wave, devouring all living beings in the southwestern part of the prehistoric world. In just a few months, tens of thousands of races had been completely wiped out, and countless lives had become part of the white bone army. Panic spread like a plague, and the entire southwestern part of the prehistoric world was almost turned into a dead zone.

However, at this darkest moment, a golden light rose from the east.

Emperor Ji Heng, leading thirty-seven Quasi-Saints, eight hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals, and an elite army of three hundred million, set off from the Emperor's Palace and marched majestically towards White Bone Ridge. Banners blotted out the sun, war drums shook the heavens, and golden dragons of fortune coiled above the army, emitting roars that resounded through the nine heavens, dispelling some of the deathly aura that filled the sky.

The news spread, shaking the entire prehistoric world.

"The humans have launched an attack!"

"The Emperor himself is leading the army? Is he going to fight those monsters to the death?"

"Humans truly deserve to be called the largest race in the primordial world; they really dare to step up in crucial moments!"

Those races that were originally observing could no longer sit still after seeing the human army mobilize.

The first to respond were the Witch Clan. Although the Witch Clan suffered heavy losses in the ancient war between the Witch and the Demons, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse. Moreover, with the help of Xuanbao, all the other Ancestral Witches had also been resurrected, and their current strength, after such a long period of recovery, should not be underestimated.

This time, the leader of the Wu tribe was none other than Xing Tianzu Wu.

"Men! Grab your weapons! Come with me to smash bones!"

The Wu tribe has a total of 20 million warriors, who followed closely behind the human tribe as they marched into battle.

Next came the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans. After all, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans were Xuanbao's staunch followers, and the relationship between the human race and Xuanbao was even more obvious, so they naturally responded one after another.

"Qilin Clan, advance! Thirty million!"

Since the great war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, the Qilin clan has been the unluckiest of the three clans, facing annihilation. With the help of Xuanbao, they have recovered for tens of thousands of years and are finally able to catch their breath.

Now that the primordial world is in trouble, it's only natural to lend a hand.

Then there's the Phoenix Clan. Their reasoning is even more direct: "When the primordial world is in peril, it's only right to display the posture of a dominant race."

The Phoenix Clan mobilized 50 million troops, their fiery feathers illuminating half of the primordial sky.

The dragons, of course, were not to be outdone. Although the Dragon King Ao Guang, who was in charge of the dragon clan, was heartbroken by the death of the Third Prince, he mustered his spirits and personally led the dragon elites to the front line.

The Dragon Clan mobilized 80 million troops, with all the elite forces from the Dragon Palaces of the Four Seas participating.

Then came the various reclusive sects, ancient families, and alliances of rogue cultivators... those old monsters who usually stayed out of worldly affairs and buried themselves in cultivation, one after another, emerged. Some came because their ancestral graves had been desecrated, some because their disciples had been killed, and some simply couldn't stand those skeletons swaggering around their doorsteps.

In just half a month, an unprecedented "allied army of ten thousand races" was assembled on the outskirts of White Bone Ridge.

The total military strength exceeds 10 billion, including 300 million humans, 20 million witches, 80 million dragons, 50 million phoenixes, 30 million qilins, and tens of thousands of other races of all sizes.

A massive army of billions, stretching as far as the eye can see, with banners obscuring the sun and a murderous aura soaring to the heavens. That united fighting spirit, like a blazing sun, diluted most of the deathly aura that had lingered over White Bone Ridge for months.

Inside the allied forces' main tent, leaders from all sides gathered together.

Emperor Ji Heng naturally sat in the main seat. Although his cultivation was not the highest, the human race was the largest race in the prehistoric world and the first to send troops, so it was only right that he sat in the main seat.

Gentlemen

As the leader of the human race, Ji Heng naturally holds the top position. Although his strength is only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, no one dares to underestimate him.

After all, putting everything else aside, he now has over thirty human quasi-saints standing behind him. Just tell me, isn't that incredibly powerful?

Ji Heng cut to the chase, "Everyone has already witnessed the undead army of White Bone Ridge. They are indestructible, unkillable, and their numbers only increase—that's their most troublesome aspect."

Xing Tian said in a deep, gruff voice, "Then how should we fight? We can't kill him even if we beat him to ashes, so how should we fight him?"

"Simple, just destroy the soul fire in the eyes of those undead, and you can kill them completely."

"This is the Father God, who told us that there can be no mistake."

Ji Heng neither concealed nor hid anything, nor was there any need to. It was just a matter of time before someone happened to encounter the undead and figured out that extinguishing the soul fire would completely kill the undead, but the price to pay was uncertain.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Xing Tian slammed his hand on the table, causing the entire earth to shake three times. "Let's just charge in and extinguish all those will-o'-the-wisps, won't we?"

"It's not that simple." Dragon Clan Chief Ao Guang shook his head. "There are too many of those undead armies, and the high-level undead are quite powerful. If we rush in rashly, we will easily be divided and surrounded, and get caught in a bitter battle."

The Phoenix Clan Chief chimed in, "That's right. Moreover, those undead can absorb mana, so our large-scale spells are ineffective against them. We must devise a safer strategy."

For a time, the tent was filled with discussion, with leaders from all sides expressing their opinions and arguing endlessly.

Ji Heng listened quietly, without rushing to express his opinion. His gaze swept over everyone in the tent, and he secretly made his calculations.

Humans, as the main force, naturally bear the most arduous tasks. But the other races are not just there to make up the numbers; they must fully utilize their respective strengths to achieve the greatest results with the least cost.

"Gentlemen, please hear me out," Ji Heng finally spoke, and the tent immediately fell silent.

He stood up and walked to the giant map hanging in the center of the tent, pointing to the core area of ​​White Bone Ridge: "According to intelligence provided by the Heavenly Court, at the core of White Bone Ridge, there is a giant tower made of piled bones. That tower is the nexus of the entire undead army. As long as that bone tower is destroyed, the undead army will lose control and fall into chaos."

"So, our strategy is simple—" Ji Heng drew a straight line on the map with his finger, "A feint attack from the front to draw the main force of the undead army; the elite assault team will cut in from the side, strike at the heart of the enemy, and destroy the Bone Tower."

Xing Tian's eyes lit up: "That's a great idea! I'll lead the Wu Clan to fight head-on! Those skeletons, no matter how many come, I'll smash them all!"

The best option is for the Witch Clan to draw fire head-on, since their physical bodies are formidable, making them perfect for this kind of war of attrition.

Ji Heng nodded. "The Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan are responsible for aerial support and suppressing the high-level undead."

The Qilin clan serves as a reserve force, ready to provide support to any gaps in their defenses.

Ji Heng's gaze swept over everyone in the tent, finally settling on the several leading quasi-saints of the human race.

"Humans, as the main force, are responsible for the core task of frontal breakthrough."

The primordial world also successfully achieved an alliance of all races.

……

The moment the war drums shattered the sky, the allied forces of billions collided with the tide of the undead.

Xingtian, the Ancestral Witch, took the lead, swinging his massive axe in a wide arc, cleaving a ten-thousand-foot-long bone dragon in two. Bone fragments flew everywhere, and the dragon bones shattered, but the eerie green flame within the skull merely flickered, and the broken bones began to wriggle, attempting to piece themselves back together.

"Damn it!" Xing Tian cursed angrily, slamming his axe into the skull of the skeletal dragon. The baleful aura attached to the axe suddenly erupted, shattering the soul fire.

The skeleton of the bone dragon collapsed with a crash, and it never stood up again.

"See that?! Shoot the fire in their eyes!" Xing Tian roared to the sky, his voice echoing across the land. "Once that fire is extinguished, they will be utterly dead!"

The news spread rapidly among the allied forces. The soldiers, whose morale had been low because the undead were "indestructible," finally found a way to defeat them. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with shouts of battle, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the eerie green flame in the undead's eye sockets.

But there were just too many undead.

The skeletons accumulated over countless eons at White Bone Ridge all rose to their feet. Small bone beasts surged forward like a tidal wave, densely packed and overwhelming; large bone beasts were like moving mountains, crushing swathes of allied warriors with every step; while the high-ranking undead—the remains of ancient quasi-saints who died in battle, the skeletons of witch clan great shamans, and the remains of demon clan demon saints—sat like generals in the rear, directing the bone tide's offensive.

The battle became intense from the very beginning.

The witch warriors stood at the forefront, using their formidable bodies to withstand the onslaught of the bone tide. For every witch warrior who fell, dozens of skeletons were smashed to pieces. But the undead army was endless; those in front were destroyed, and those behind immediately filled the gaps, as if they could never be killed.

Dragons and phoenixes clashed with flying skeletal beasts in the sky. These flying legions, composed of bird skeletons, were individually weak, but their sheer numbers were appalling. While the dragons' breath and the phoenixes' rebirth fire could inflict massive damage on the skeletal beasts, each breath consumed a vast amount of magical power, which the undead seemed oblivious to.

The human race, as the main force, undertook the most arduous task—breaking through.

Ji Heng, stationed at the central command, calmly directed the various forces. The thirty-seven quasi-saints of the human race were divided into three groups, taking turns to attack the undead army's defenses, attempting to tear open a breach leading to the core bone tower. However, the undead army's defenses were like an impregnable fortress, each attack being blocked by the fearless tide of bones.

"Your Majesty, the casualties are too great!" A human general, covered in blood, knelt before Ji Heng. "The vanguard has already lost 30% of its strength! If this continues..."

"Shut up!" Ji Heng interrupted him sharply, his gaze fixed on the distant giant bone tower. "Pass on my order—the entire Quasi-Saint Team is to attack, at all costs, tear open an opening for me!"

Thirty-seven human quasi-saints ascended into the sky simultaneously, their bodies radiating a dazzling light of law, as brilliant as the sun. They transformed into thirty-seven streaks of light, charging fiercely towards the undead army's defensive line. The power of a quasi-saint was terrifying; wherever they passed, the bone tide parted to both sides like butter being sliced ​​by a hot knife, and countless white bones turned to dust in the aftershocks of the law.

The undead army finally began to waver.

However, at that moment, a deep roar came from within the giant bone tower.