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

Three terrifying auras, like three heavy hammers, slammed into the hearts of every coalition soldier.

saint!

Moreover, they are the remains of a Chaos God!

The three skeletons slowly emerged from the giant tower of bones, each step causing the earth to tremble and the void to distort. Their bodies were tens of thousands of feet tall, their entire bodies gleaming with a dark golden luster—the "immortal bones" formed from the bones of the Chaos Gods after countless eons of tempering. Ordinary spiritual treasures could not even leave a mark when struck upon them.

The first skeleton resembled a giant ape, with arms reaching past its knees, finger bones as sharp as knives, and blood-red flames of its soul flickering in its eye sockets. A massive gash ran across its chest, as if pierced by some deadly weapon—its fatal wound in life.

The second skeleton was humanoid, but with three pairs of enormous bone wings extending from its back. The edges of the wings were as sharp as blades, and with a gentle flap, they sliced ​​through the void. It wore a tattered crown on its head, a testament to its noble status in life.

The third skeleton is the most bizarre—it has no fixed shape, seemingly pieced together from countless tiny bone fragments, constantly changing its form. Sometimes it transforms into a bone snake, sometimes into a bone dragon, and sometimes into a gigantic skull face, overlooking the battlefield below.

The appearance of the three remains of the Chaos God caused the previously slightly stable battle line to collapse instantly.

The giant ape skeleton roared to the sky, its sound waves transforming into tangible shockwaves that blasted away allied soldiers within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. Those with weaker cultivation were instantly shattered, their primordial spirits shattered, and they died bleeding from their seven orifices. It swung its arms like two colossal hammers, smashing into the allied ranks, each strike turning thousands upon thousands of soldiers into a bloody pulp.

The three pairs of winged demonic skeletons were even more terrifying. With a flap of its wings, countless bone spikes rained down from the sky like a storm. Each spike contained the power of a saint-level law, piercing through the protective aura of the allied warriors and pinning them to the ground. After landing, the bone spikes would quickly take root and sprout new ones, spreading like thorns and turning the entire area into a death jungle.

The amorphous skeletons roamed the battlefield like ghosts. Sometimes they would transform into a cloud of bone mist, silently enveloping an entire legion. When the bone mist dissipated, all the soldiers in the legion would have turned into withered bones, their souls devoured. At other times, they would transform into a giant maw, swallowing thousands of allied soldiers whole, chewing them a few times, leaving not even a trace.

The coalition forces were instantly plunged into an unprecedented crisis.

"Stop! Stop him!" Xing Tian roared, swinging his giant axe and cleaver at the giant ape skeleton. But the giant ape skeleton simply slapped him away, sending Xing Tian and his axe flying. He crashed through three mountain peaks before finally coming to a stop.

Xing Tian climbed out from the rubble, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"A sage... this is simply beyond our capabilities!"

Ji Heng stood in the center of the army, his face ashen. He gritted his teeth, preparing to order the Quasi-Saints' Squad to desperately hold off the three skeletons, buying time for the allied forces to retreat—

Just then, the sky cracked open.

A beam of sword light descended from the heavens.

The sword light was entirely bluish-purple, dazzling like an inverted galaxy, and sharp as a judgment from the heavens. Wherever it passed, the void vanished silently, the laws of nature parted like cloth cut by scissors, and even the chaotic currents were severed.

The sword light landed precisely on the head of the giant ape skeleton.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The giant ape skeleton, with its incredibly hard flesh that even innate spiritual treasures couldn't cut, was as fragile as tofu before that sword light. Starting from its head, a crack spread down its spine, extending to its torso, limbs, and tailbone—and then, the entire skeleton exploded!

Dark golden bone fragments scattered and flew everywhere, raining down on the battlefield like a meteor shower. The crimson soul fire in the giant ape skeleton's eye sockets struggled a few times in the aftershocks of the sword light, before finally being extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind.

With a single sword strike, he instantly killed a Chaos Demon God undead who was at the third level of the Saint Realm!

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Allied Forces or the horde of undead bones, they all seemed to be paused, staring blankly at the figure that slowly appeared in the sky.

The man was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a handsome face and long hair casually draped over his shoulders. He held an ancient longsword in his hand—it was Tongtian, who had been on guard against the Chaos Demon God.

He stood in the void, glanced down at the pile of shattered bone fragments below, and curled his lip: "That's it?"

The remaining two skeletons of the Chaos Gods roared in anger at the same time.

With a flap of its three pairs of bone wings, countless bone spikes shot towards the Tongtian Sect Leader like a torrential rain. Each bone spike contained the power of the laws of the third level of a Saint, enough to pierce stars and tear apart the void.

The Master of Heaven didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply waved his hand, and the other of the Four Swords of Zhuxian—the Immortal Slaughtering Sword—transformed into a streak of light and flew out. The sword light drew a circle in the air, forming a perfect sword energy barrier. The bone spikes that crashed into the sword energy barrier were like hitting an invisible iron wall, shattering and annihilating without leaving a trace.

"That's it?" The Grandmaster of Heaven repeated, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I thought the Chaos Demon God would have some skills, but is this all he's got?"

"Hiding your true form and releasing these dead things is truly shameful. You call yourself a Chaos Demon God? I think you're more like a rat demon god."

The amorphous skeleton was clearly enraged; it was obviously overweight. Having heard Tongtian's words, its defenses crumbled, and it transformed into a massive cloud of bone mist, surging towards the Tongtian Sect Leader like a tsunami. From within the bone mist came the wails and roars of countless wronged souls, attempting to disturb Tongtian's concentration.

The Grand Master of Heaven finally showed some interest: "Hmm? This move is actually quite interesting."

Then he joined his fingers like a sword and made a light stroke.

An invisible sword aura spread outwards from him in all directions. The sword aura was silent and invisible, yet it contained a terrifying power capable of severing cause and effect, severing fate, and severing all connections—this was the Heaven-Reaching Great Dao of the Sword.

The moment the bone mist was swept by the sword energy, it seemed to be torn apart from the inside by an invisible hand. The countless tiny bone fragments that made up the bone mist were severed from each other in the same instant, losing their foundation and falling down like scattered sand.

The amorphous skeleton attempted to reform, but the sword intent that cleaved through the Dao had already invaded the core of its soul fire. With each reformation, a portion of the bone would lose control and detach. After three attempts, its size had shrunk by half, and its soul fire had become dim and lifeless.

Without pausing, he casually swung two more swords.

Tongtian stood in the void, casually twirling his sword before sheathing the Immortal-Slaying Sword. Below, the two skeletons of the Chaos Demon Gods had completely lost their soul fire, reduced to lifeless piles of broken bones scattered across the desolate White Bone Ridge. The cheers of the allied soldiers surged like a tidal wave, shaking the very heavens and earth.

"Long live the Sage of Heaven!"

"The Sage is mighty!"

"Saint is awesome"

Cattle Clan: ...

……

The Tongtian Sect Leader waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, but his gaze passed over the tide of bones covering the mountains and lands, landing on the giant tower made of piled bones deep within White Bone Ridge. He could sense that deep within that bone tower, an extremely subtle aura was quietly shrinking and retreating, as if trying to escape in the chaos.

"Trying to run away?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of the Tongtian Sect Leader's lips. Having come, he had no intention of leaving empty-handed. These three skeletons of Chaos Demon Gods were merely appetizers; the true mastermind was still lurking in the shadows. If he let that fellow slip away so easily, how could Tongtian ever face the world again?

With a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of cyan-purple sword light, charging straight towards the giant bone tower. The undead army along the way tried to stop him, but those skeletons didn't even have the right to approach before the sword intent of the Tongtian Sect Master—wherever the sword light passed, all the undead within a hundred miles were blasted into dust by the aftershocks of the sword energy, their soul flames extinguished like candles in the wind.

The tower of bones is getting closer.

The tower soared into the clouds, its entire body constructed from countless white bones. Its surface was inscribed with dense, dark red runes, emanating a nauseating stench of decay. At its summit, a wisp of grayish-white mist slowly swirled, and within its core, a blurry figure could be vaguely discerned, attempting to tear through the void and open a passage to chaos.

"Stay here!"

Tongtian pointed his fingers like a sword, and a sword aura of extreme concentration shot out from his fingertips, traversing tens of thousands of miles, precisely slashing at the figure in the gray-white mist. Wherever the sword aura passed, the void was cut open with a pitch-black rift, the edges of which shimmered with the light of annihilation of laws—Tongtian Sect Leader had not held back at all in this sword strike, directly using his full strength.

The figure in the grayish-white mist clearly hadn't expected the sword intent to be so fierce, and hastily raised its hand to block.

"boom--!!!"

The moment the sword energy collided with the mist, a terrifying energy storm erupted. The tower of bones trembled violently, and countless bones fell from its body, raining down like a torrential downpour. The dark red runes on the tower flickered a few times, then shattered like broken glass, losing their luster.

The gray-white figure staggered back a few steps under the impact of the sword energy, and most of the mist surrounding it was shaken away, revealing its true appearance.

It was an old man-like figure.

He resembled an old man because he indeed had the face of one—deeply wrinkled, with downcast eyes, appearing kind and benevolent, possessing a somewhat ethereal air. However, his body was entirely different from that of an ordinary old man: his torso was covered in a layer of grayish-white bony armor, riddled with fine cracks from which a ghostly green light emanated, as if countless eyes were peering into the outside world. His limbs were long and slender, with sharp bone spurs growing from his joints, and his hands were bent like eagle claws, the fingertips gleaming with a cold light.

What is most striking is his brow—where a fist-sized black crystal is embedded, its surface swirling with strange patterns, resembling an upright eyeball coldly gazing at the outside world.

"Cough cough..." The old man coughed twice, exhaling a wisp of grayish-white smoke. Then he raised his head, looked at the Tongtian Sect Leader, and revealed an enigmatic smile on his face. "Impressive swordsmanship. As expected of Pangu, the primordial spirit incarnate."

"As expected, you live up to your reputation." The old man's voice was hoarse and deep, like the sound of countless bones rubbing together. "But do you really think you can stop me all by yourself?"

Before the sword intent that reached the heavens could be contained, two ripples appeared in the void.

Lao Tzu stood on auspicious clouds, holding a flat cane, his body radiating the ceaseless flow of Yin and Yang energies, like a walking Tai Chi diagram. Yuanshi sat upright in a nine-dragon sandalwood chariot, with the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hanging above his head, casting down countless rays of light that dyed half the sky a chaotic color.

The Three Pure Ones arrive together.

The old man in the grayish-white mist froze, his smile gone.

He looked at Tongtian, then at Laozi and Yuanshi, remained silent for a moment, and then let out a meaningful sigh: "Three saints at the seventh level of heaven... You prehistoric world, very good, very powerful. As long as I kill you, I can have three more saints at the seventh level of heaven dead."

As he spoke, the black crystal between his brows shifted slightly, emitting a greedy yet icy light. His gaze swept over the Three Pure Ones like a butcher eyeing livestock awaiting slaughter.

The Master of Heaven raised an eyebrow, the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand humming: "You've got quite the nerve. You think you can outmaneuver a coward like you?"

"Hehehe..." The old man let out a low laugh, a laugh that sounded like countless bone fragments grinding in his throat, sending chills down one's spine. "Youngsters, do you think I'm afraid of you? I admit, the three of you working together could indeed fight me. But do you dare to make a move here?"

He extended a withered finger and pointed to the earth beneath his feet: "This is the primordial wilderness. If you were to unleash your full power here, I fear not a single living being within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles would survive. Mountains and rivers would shatter, the earth's veins would break, and countless lives would be lost—can you, the Three Pure Ones, bear the consequences?"

Laozi frowned slightly. Yuanshi's expression also darkened.

Although Tongtian's sword intent was still sharp, it couldn't help but restrain itself a bit.

The old man was right. Battles at the Saint level, especially those involving beings above the Seventh Heaven, are devastating to the environment. If they were to unleash their full power within the Primordial World, the aftershocks alone would be enough to level the entire region. The allied forces of myriad races currently battling the undead army would likely be reduced to dust in an instant.

"What? You're too scared to make a move?" The old man laughed even more smugly at the sight. He stood with his hands behind his back, slowly pacing a few steps atop the giant bone tower, his demeanor as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own backyard. "Don't you people in the prehistoric world value benevolence and morality? Don't you take it upon yourselves to protect all living beings? Come, come, I'm right here, so go ahead and make your move."

He even waved to the Three Pure Ones, a smug smile on his face: "Come on, hit me here. This old man's bones can take it."

The Tongtian Sect Leader's eye twitched, and his fingers gripping the sword turned white. He had lived for countless eons and had never seen such a shameless scoundrel!

But reason told him that the old man was telling the truth. They truly couldn't go all out within the primordial realm. If, due to a moment of impulsiveness, billions of lives were lost, how would they be any different from those chaotic demons who wantonly slaughtered their enemies?

"What? You dare not?" the old man continued his provocation, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Then obediently step aside and let me leave. I guarantee that as long as you don't stop me, I'll make that army of bones stop. How about it?"

The three Qings exchanged a glance but remained silent.

They were weighing the pros and cons. Letting the old man go would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. But if they didn't let him go, how could they capture him without destroying the primordial world?

Just as the two sides were deadlocked—

A voice drifted from behind the old man.

"Have you forgotten something?"

The voice was soft and casual, like greeting an old friend. But to the old man, it was like a thunderclap!

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly turned around!

A figure in blue robes appeared less than three feet behind him. The man wore a blue Taoist robe and sported a signature lazy smile – who else could it be but Xuan Bao?