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

Xuanbao stayed quietly in the Wu Clan for 1000 years. During this time, he passed on his martial arts to the Wu Clan, taught them dozens of martial arts routines, and successfully refined all 200-plus spiritual treasures he had obtained during the treasure hunt. His skill level as a "tool" (a term used to describe someone who possesses magical abilities) broke through 995, and his rate of condensing magical energy reached nine and a half times per year.

Besides, the greatest gain was in Xuanbao's martial arts. At the beginning, it was just some fist and foot skills. Over 1000 years, due to Xuanbao's transmission of martial arts to millions of Wu tribes, martial arts flourished. As the Martial Ancestor, Xuanbao naturally "benefited greatly." With nearly a thousand "tools" constantly comprehending, the realm of martial arts was successfully deduced. To avoid trouble, Xuanbao directly adopted the realm setting of the prehistoric world. Martial arts has now been deduced by Xuanbao to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

That's right. Xuanbao is now a Grand Luo Golden Immortal who cultivates the three arts of God, Body, and Martial Arts. Xuanbao is now certain that he will not be afraid even if he faces a Quasi-Saint. This is how absurd it is to cultivate the three arts at the same time.

Martial arts excel at killing and stimulating blood and qi, allowing every punch and kick to possess immense power. However, the side effects are also severe: a shortened lifespan. Every battle in martial arts consumes a large amount of blood and qi, which can be replenished but also damages the body. Unless one possesses a physique like that of the Witch Clan, lifespan cannot compare to that of those who cultivate the primordial spirit. Cultivating the primordial spirit only requires reaching the Golden Immortal realm to achieve immortality, except against the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man, where even a Golden Immortal is at risk of perishing. While a Martial Arts Golden Immortal can be virtually invincible within their realm, their lifespan is limited to ten thousand years. Only by cultivating to the Martial Arts Grand Luo realm can one barely achieve endless lifespan, but the Martial Arts Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm is incredibly difficult to attain. If Xuanbao were not the Martial Ancestor, he would not have achieved the Martial Arts Grand Luo realm so easily. Compared to cultivating the primordial spirit, cultivating martial arts is like a brilliant firework, only to bloom for a brief moment.

However, martial arts also has its advantages. Progress is rapid, and it's even more effective when one is young and full of vitality. Of course, as one ages, one's vitality declines and strength rapidly decreases. Most importantly, it doesn't require a particularly good foundation. Even someone with average talent can achieve something in martial arts as long as they are willing to study diligently. However, those with good foundations can also cultivate martial arts as a secondary pursuit.

At this moment, Xuanbao was bidding farewell to the Ancestral Witches, wishing them a long and fruitful future. After 1000 years, Xuanbao had become one with the Witch Clan. Zhu Rong, in particular, frequently challenged Xuanbao to sparring matches, which annoyed him greatly. In one such match, Xuanbao unleashed a brutal attack: throwing sand, poking eyes, and groin kicks. Had Xuanbao not been disgusted, he might have even used a "Thousand-Year Kill." Of course, the sand he threw was no ordinary sand; it was powder ground from the fruit of his innate spiritual root, the Starry Sky—essentially chili powder. The effect was remarkable. Since that fight, Zhu Rong hadn't bothered him for nearly 200 years, a testament to its effectiveness.

After bidding farewell to the Wu Clan, Xuanbao embarked on his journey back to Kunlun Mountain. He had been away for nearly ten thousand years, and the Three Pure Ones had been in seclusion for ten thousand years; he wondered if they had emerged yet. Xuanbao desperately needed the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls. Although he now possessed the strength to easily fight opponents of higher levels by cultivating three methods simultaneously, the energy expenditure was still difficult for him to bear. His primary purpose in returning to Kunlun Mountain was to obtain the 24 Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, and then find a way to locate the Qiankun Ruler to open up the 24 Heavens and provide himself with 24 external power banks. The lack of mana made Xuanbao feel insecure.

Meanwhile, the demon race, which was being chased to the western continent by the witch race, was in a terrible state. Originally, they had three demon emperors, four demon saints, a hundred demon generals, and hundreds of millions of demon soldiers. After a great battle with the witch race, they suffered heavy losses, and the vast majority of them escaped and did not die at the hands of the witch race. As a result, the morale of the demon race also collapsed.

Now, the demon race only has three emperors, two demon saints, more than 20 demon generals, and tens of millions of demon soldiers left. If we don't say we've returned to the pre-liberation era, we're almost back to square one.

Sitting to the side, Fuxi spoke up, "Your Majesty, our demon race is now severely weakened and unable to continue fighting against the witch race." Jiuyin had also led a portion of the demon race in a defection. The Demon Saint Feilian had been killed by two witches, and now we've been driven to this spiritually depleted western region. Our first priority is to solve our cultivation problem. The western continent lacks sufficient spiritual energy to sustain us. With so many demons cultivating, Fuxi honestly regretted not listening to his sister and getting involved in the demon race's affairs. However, at that time, a voice within him seemed to urge him to join the demon race, despite his sister's strong dissuasion. Ultimately, Fuxi joined the demon race. Left with no other choice, Nuwa also joined the demon race, taking on the title of Empress Nuwa.

Now that the demon race's fortunes are declining, it will definitely affect his younger sister. Nuwa, as the queen of the demon race, must also be implicated. Thinking of this, Fuxi wanted to slap himself twice. His sister was destined to become a saint, but now she has been implicated. However, there was no other way now but to find a way to pull the demon race back from the abyss.

Emperor Jun, who was sitting on the throne, looked haggard. This battle had completely demoralized him.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, frowned, his eyes filled with worry.

"Your Majesty, although the Western Continent is lacking in spiritual energy, it is precisely because of this that there are no powerful forces here. We can recuperate and thrive here, and we can also emulate the farming methods of the Wu tribe to stabilize our base before planning our next move," Fuxi said.

Di Jun pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, "That's the only way."

Meanwhile, in the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun, who had just awakened from seclusion, was bewildered by the current situation in the prehistoric world. "What happened? I've only been in seclusion for ten thousand years, just preparing to merge with the Dao, and the prehistoric world has been completely reshuffled?" The demon race, which should have been on par with the witch race, is now being beaten down like a roadside dummy.

The demon race, which was supposed to have ten great demon saints, now only has two left, and they've been banished to that godforsaken place in the Western Continent? Is this reasonable? He wrote the script, and it's been changed like this without his knowledge. How can he, the director, bear this?

A quick calculation revealed nothing from the fog of mystery; all that was known was that the demon race and the witch race were fighting because the Heavenly Court had emerged prematurely.

If I remember correctly, the Heavenly Court was supposed to be born after the demon race swallowed up the Eastern King Duke's Celestial Court. Why would the Heavenly Court be born ahead of schedule for no reason? Hongjun couldn't figure it out.

In the blink of an eye, Hongjun arrived at the Heavenly Court atop Buzhou Mountain. "This—" Hongjun stared in silence at the Heavenly Court, which looked as if it had been chewed up by a dog. Who could it be? Those capable of such a feat were few and far between in the prehistoric world. Could it be that "Yang Mei has come to the prehistoric realm"? Otherwise, no one could have broken through the Heavenly Court's defensive formations so easily. What was his intention? He even took almost all 33 heavens with him. Hongjun racked his brains but couldn't understand. He never imagined that it was all the work of his good disciple, Sun Xuanbao.

Now the entire 33rd Heaven has become a wasteland. Even if the demon race takes it, they will have to spend countless efforts to rebuild it. In order not to shatter his dream of becoming a director, Hongjun used the power of the Heavenly Dao to recreate it. Of course, the quality of the 32 Heavenly Palaces and 72 Treasure Halls is definitely not as good as the original.

In addition, Hongjun also needs to find a way to open a back door for the demon race, otherwise the war between the Lich King and the demon race will become a joke.