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

Just as Xuanbao and the old man of the dead were locked in fierce battle, a figure quietly passed through the barrier of the primordial world and silently merged into the chaos.

The figure was shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, within which a faint phantom of a twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus could be seen slowly rotating, emanating a chilling aura of destruction. His cultivation was only at the fifth level of the Saint Realm, placing him at the bottom among the Chaos Demon Gods, yet the fluctuations of laws surrounding him caused even the Chaos Demon Gods who sensed his presence to involuntarily feel a chill.

The laws of the demonic path.

That was the formidable reputation left behind by Rahu when he roamed the chaos. Although Rahu was defeated by Hongjun in the prehistoric world, his physical body shattered and his primordial spirit severely injured, none of the veteran Chaos Gods dared to forget that madman who wielded the world-destroying millstone and single-handedly slaughtered seventeen Chaos Gods.

Rahu raced through the chaos, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

What he saw was a scene of chaos.

In the distance, the forces of the War God and the Space God were locked in fierce combat. Their legions clashed in the chaos, fragments of law blooming and vanishing like fireworks. Dozens of Great Thousand Worlds were reduced to dust in the battle, and countless beings perished in their cries of agony. The War God wielded a dark golden battle axe, each strike tearing a massive gap in the Space God's defenses; while the Space God, relying on the unpredictable laws of space, constantly traversed the battlefield, attempting to find a weakness in the War God's defenses.

Other chaotic demonic forces, large and small, were also fighting each other. Some were fighting over territory, some over old grudges, and some simply because they didn't like each other—the entire chaos was like a pot of boiling porridge, in complete disarray.

Luo Hou stood in the chaotic void, watching this scene, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he let out a sigh that was hard to decipher.

"A brilliant tactic... truly a brilliant tactic..."

He could naturally see that this chaos was no accident. Although the conflicts between those chaotic demons seemed to be the eruption of long-standing grievances, the triggers for each conflict were too coincidental. So coincidental that one couldn't help but suspect that someone was deliberately manipulating things behind the scenes.

And in the vast universe, there is only one person who can do this.

"Xuanbao..." Luo Hou murmured the name, a complex look flashing in his eyes, "A creature born after birth can actually turn chaos upside down. This ability is terrifying."

He paused, his gaze deepening. "But do you think you can rest easy now?"

Luo Hou knew very well that while Xuan Bao's plan was ingenious, it was ultimately just a stopgap measure. The infighting among the Chaos Gods would eventually subside. And when the true giants came to their senses and discovered that the Primordial World was behind it all, an even more ferocious retaliation awaited them.

At that time, what will the primordial world use to resist?

"I have to do something," Luo Hou muttered to himself, his eyes flashing. "I can't let the Primordial World be destroyed like this—at least, not before I regain my strength."

He took a deep breath, his figure blurred, and he transformed into a wisp of black mist, rushing towards the depths of chaos.

Luo Hou did not directly confront the Chaos Gods who were engaged in battle. He knew very well that with his current cultivation level of the fifth level of the Saint Realm, rashly intervening in the chaos would be tantamount to suicide. He needed to find a suitable entry point—a position that could influence the situation without exposing himself.

He wandered through the chaos for months, carefully observing the movements of various forces. Finally, he focused his attention on a relatively remote area—where a small but powerful force of chaotic demons resided, led by a demon god named "Bone Eroder," whose cultivation was at the early stage of the sixth level of the Saint Realm. He had four subordinates at the early stage of the sixth level of the Saint Realm and controlled three Great Thousand Worlds.

Among the Chaos Gods, the Bone-Eating Demon God is somewhere in between – not the best, but not the worst either. He dares not provoke the top-ranking giants, and can only hide on the edge of chaos, bullying those weaker than himself. However, he has one peculiar characteristic – extreme greed and a knack for speculation. Whenever turmoil arises in chaos, he always senses an opportunity to profit from it.

Rahu chose him precisely because of this.

"Fellow Daoist, how have you been?"

A faint voice echoed in the lair of the Bone-Eating Demon God.

The Bone-Eating Demon God was dozing on his bone throne when he heard the sound and suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a figure shrouded in black mist standing in the center of his hall, surrounded by a law-based fluctuation that made his heart tremble.

"You are... Rahu?!" The Bone-Eating Demon God's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously stood up, adopting a defensive posture.

Although he had never seen Rahu in person, the aura of demonic laws was extremely famous in the Chaos. Rahu's feat of wielding the Great Millstone of Annihilation and slaughtering seventeen Chaos Demon Gods was still a legend circulating in the Chaos.

"No need to be nervous." Luo Hou waved his hand, his tone calm. "I'm not here to fight you."

The Bone-Eating Demon narrowed his eyes, looking at Rahu warily: "Then why have you come to see me? I remember we don't have much of a relationship."

"It wasn't possible before, but it is now." Luo Hou slowly walked to the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the subordinates of the Bone-Eating Demon God before settling on the Bone-Eating Demon God himself. "I've come to you to make a deal."

"A deal?" The Bone-Eating Demon God frowned. "What kind of deal?"

"I know you're very anxious right now," Rahu said slowly, not answering directly. "The chaos is in complete disarray. The God of War and the God of Space are locked in a fierce battle, and the remnants of the God of Destruction are expanding in all directions. You're caught in the middle, afraid to get involved, yet also afraid of being caught in the crossfire. It must be a tough time for you, right?"

The Bone-Eating Demon God's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "Hmph, although I am not as strong as those giants, I am more than capable of protecting myself. You don't need to worry about me."

"Is that so?" Rahu chuckled. "Then let me ask you—how long do you think this chaos will last?"

The Bone-Eating Demon God was taken aback and remained silent.

"A hundred years? A thousand years? Or ten thousand years?" Luo Hou continued, "Have you ever thought about how those giants will deal with 'neutral' figures like you when they get tired of fighting and sit down to negotiate?"

The Bone-Eating Demon God's expression finally darkened.

Luo Hou is right. There is no true neutrality in chaos. When two major powers fight to the death, those who remain neutral often become targets for both sides to exploit—because neutrality means no allies, isolation, and being vulnerable to attack from all sides.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" the Bone-Eating Demon God asked in a deep voice.

"What I'm trying to say is—you still have a chance to choose the right side." Rahu's gaze deepened. "And I can help you get on that bandwagon."

The Bone-Eating Demon God remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "What do you want?"

"It's very simple." Rahu smiled slightly. "I need you to do something for me when necessary."

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you right now," Luo Hou shook his head, "but don't worry, I won't send you to your death. I just need you to stand up and say a few words at the crucial moment."

The Bone-Eating Demon God stared at Rahu for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth: "Fine, I agree."

The Bone-Eating Demon God wasn't optimistic about Rahu's current situation; he was simply making an investment. After all, Rahu was a powerful figure he couldn't reach before. Although Rahu's strength wasn't as great as his own now, as a former powerful figure, how could he not have some trump cards? Investing in him now might not necessarily bring benefits, but it certainly wouldn't cause any harm.

Luo Hou nodded in satisfaction, then transformed into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the main hall.

For the next few decades, Rahu wandered through the chaos like a ghost.

He visited more than a dozen Chaos Gods. Some were neutral factions like the Bone-Eating God who were trying to survive in the cracks, some were losers who had suffered losses in the melee and were dissatisfied, and some were old-timers who had long since retired and were no longer involved in worldly affairs.

He speaks to people in a human language and to ghosts in a ghost language. To the greedy, he offers the bait of profit; to the angry, he ignites the flames of revenge; to the fearful, he paints a picture of future crises; to the confused, he points out the so-called "direction."

In every conversation, he skillfully maintained a proper balance, neither revealing his true intentions nor failing to plant a seed in the other person's heart.

He was like a master chess player, quietly placing piece after piece on the vast chessboard of chaos.

He doesn't intend to use these pieces right now.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the right opportunity.

When Xuanbao's plan comes to an end, when the chaos in the primordial chaos reaches its peak, and when those giants are exhausted and weakened by mutual destruction—he will overturn the chessboard, surprising everyone.

"Xuanbao, Xuanbao, you think you're on the fifth level, but you're only on the third." Luo Hou stood in the chaotic void, gazing at the distant battlefield shrouded in smoke, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "And I, long before you made your move, had already seen the tenth level."

He paused, turned to look in the direction of the Primordial World, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "However, I still want to thank you. If you hadn't stirred up the Chaos so much, I wouldn't have had such a good opportunity to secretly make my plans."

"Once I finish this game, you'll know who the real player is."

Rahu's figure slowly merged into the chaotic darkness and disappeared.

The chaos within the chaos continues.

The flames of war ignited by the riots spread like wildfire, growing ever stronger. The war between the War God and the Space God had raged for decades, with both sides paying a heavy price, yet neither was willing to back down first. The former forces of the Destruction God and the Devouring God's forces also clashed frequently in the border regions, with small-scale conflicts occurring almost daily.

Those Chaos Gods who were visited by Rahu maintained a neutral or wait-and-see attitude on the surface, but secretly they had begun to quietly adjust their plans.

No one knows that behind this chaotic and disorderly situation, two unseen hands are simultaneously plucking the strings of fate.

One of them was Xuanbao, who hoped to buy time for the prehistoric world to develop through chaos.

The other was Rahu, who hoped to use the chaos to create an opportunity for his rise to power.

Two hands, with different goals and different methods, unintentionally formed a subtle tacit understanding—both were pushing chaos toward a more chaotic direction.

At this moment, the primordial world was completely unaware of this.

Xuanbao had just suppressed the old man of the dead and was busy with other matters, so he asked him about some things he knew.

The undead demon god was tightly bound by the chains of the Three Thousand Laws, hovering in a chaotic void within the World Tree space. Not a single part of his body was unscathed—his left arm had been severed by Tongtian, his chest had been pierced through by Xuanbao, and the black crystal between his brows was covered in cracks. His entire body resembled a piece of shattered pottery that had been barely pieced back together.

Xuanbao squatted down in front of him, toying with a chaotic-colored bead in her hand, and looked at him with a smile: "So, can we have a proper chat now?"

The necromancer gritted his teeth, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice hoarse like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together: "What do you want to know?"

Xuanbao put away the chaotic-colored bead, sat cross-legged in the void, and adopted a posture of listening attentively: "First, tell me, who are you and why are you causing trouble in the prehistoric world?"

"I... am named Hai," the old necromancer Hai slowly said, "I have attained enlightenment through the laws of the dead."

Xuanbao raised an eyebrow: "Then why did you come to the Primordial World to engage in these petty schemes?"

A bitter smile appeared on Hai's face: "You think I wanted to come? I originally had a 'Realm of Ten Thousand Spirits' in the Chaos, with trillions of undead under my command. Even the top hundred demon gods wouldn't dare to easily provoke me. But hundreds of thousands of years ago, I provoked an existence I shouldn't have—"

He paused, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes: "That guy attacked without saying a word. He shattered my Myriad Spirits Realm with three palm strikes; he swallowed most of my army of the dead; and I myself was severely injured and forced to flee to the edge of Chaos to eke out a living."

"So you've set your sights on the Primordial World?" Xuanbao asked.

"Not bad." Hai nodded. "The Primordial World is the world created by Pangu, with abundant origins and numerous living beings. If I can devour the Primordial World, I can not only recover from my injuries, but I might even be able to advance further and break through to the late stage of the Eighth Heaven. Therefore, I lie in ambush under White Bone Ridge, secretly collecting bones and refining an army of the undead, waiting for the right opportunity."

"Then why did you carry out those assassinations?" Xuanbao pressed. "The souls of those Taiyi Golden Immortals and Daluo Golden Immortals probably wouldn't be of much use to someone of your level, right?"

Mukuro was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Those assassinations... were not carried out by me."

Xuanbao frowned: "You didn't do it?"

"No." Hai shook his head. "Although I want to devour the primordial world, I always do things honorably—by gathering a large army and crushing them head-on. Those sneaky assassinations are not my style."

"Who could it be?"

Hai raised his head, a strange light flashing in his turbid eyes: "When I infiltrated the Primordial World, I sensed the aura of another Chaos Demon God. That aura was extremely subtle. If I hadn't cultivated the Laws of the Dead and been extremely sensitive to fluctuations in the soul, I probably wouldn't have been able to detect it."

"If I'm not mistaken, the owner of that aura should be that guy, the Shadow Demon God."

"Shadow Demon God?" Xuanbao raised an eyebrow. This name had never appeared in the intelligence provided by the rioters. "What's his background?"

A hint of apprehension flashed in Hai's eyes: "That guy is an anomaly among the Chaos Gods—he doesn't fight for territory or seize resources, but specializes in shady dealings. His greatest strengths are concealment and stealth. It's said that he once infiltrated the lair of a top-thirty God and stole a Chaos Treasure, and he hasn't been caught yet. His purpose in coming to the Primordial World is probably more complicated than mine."

Xuanbao narrowed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping his knee. A Chaos Demon God specializing in assassination lurking in the primordial world was far more troublesome than an army of undead. No matter how fierce the army of undead was, at least they could be seen and touched; but an assassin hiding in the shadows could strike at any time, and that was the real threat.

"It seems we need to find this rat first. You can't guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief yourself."