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

After Xuanbao subdued the alligator dragon—now called Mo Jia—he prepared to enter the bottom of the Weak Water Pool to retrieve the treasure.

He glanced at the still somewhat dazed Mo Jia and asked, "Do you know the origins of those treasures at the bottom of the Weak Water Pool?"

The massive head of the black-armored figure swayed slightly, its voice deep and thunderous: "Reporting to Master, there are three treasures at the bottom of the pool. The first is the Primordial Chaos Qi wrapped in that fragment of Chaos; it is thanks to it that I have achieved my current cultivation level."

"Oh? What about the other two?" Xuanbao asked with great interest.

"The second item is a Weak Water Flag, which is innate and can control all waters, especially the Weak Water. It can also set up a Weak Water Formation, which is extremely powerful."

"However, since I am not good at formations, I basically don't use it much and it's always left in the pool."

As for the third item…” Mo Jia hesitated for a moment, “I can only sense its existence, but I have never actually seen it. It seems to have a spirit, hidden in the deepest crevice.”

Xuanbao nodded. It seemed that Shenxingyuan was even more interesting than he had imagined.

Without further hesitation, a faint, clear light emanated from his body—a protective aura naturally formed by the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal. With a single step, his figure vanished into the pitch-black Weak Water.

On the shore, Bixi finally dared to jump down from Xuanbao's shoulder and approach the massive head of the black-armored creature, its beady green eyes darting around: "Hey, big guy, are you really coming with us?"

Mo Jia snorted irritably, spitting out two streams of poisonous water from his nostrils, which startled Bi Xi so much that he jumped back three feet: "How dare I disobey my master's orders? You little brat, you've said a lot of bad things about me before, haven't you?"

"Hehe, how could that be..." Bixi chuckled, but in his heart he was already planning how to bully this newcomer in the future.

Now, Xuanbao entered the Weak Water and immediately felt a terrifying sinking force all around him. This Weak Water truly lived up to its name; not only could a feather not float, but it could also dissolve magical power and defile the primordial spirit. If an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal were to venture deep into it, he would be turned into pus within half a day.

But Xuanbao was already a Primordial Golden Immortal, and the force of the fall was nothing more than a gentle breeze. Moreover, Xuanbao had already mastered the laws of water. With just a thought, his magical power flowed naturally, pushing the Weak Water three feet apart to create a vacuum zone, and he strolled leisurely towards the bottom of the pool.

The deeper one goes, the greater the pressure becomes. The light disappears completely, and even divine sense is suppressed within a hundred feet. Without a powerful physical body and profound treasures, even a quasi-saint would feel uncomfortable here.

After descending for about ten thousand miles, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared before their eyes.

The bottom of the pool wasn't completely black; instead, it was illuminated by a faint, ethereal yellow light. A fragment of chaos, the size of a mountain range, its surface covered with mysterious Dao patterns, floated in the water, surrounded by wisps of primordial yellow energy. Though small, the fragment seemed to contain a world within it, radiating an ancient, primordial, and profound aura.

"It really is a fragment of chaos." Xuanbao's eyes lit up, and he reached out and beckoned.

The fragment seemed to sense something, trembling slightly, but it did not resist, obediently flying into Xuanbao's palm. The moment it touched his hand, it felt as heavy as a mountain; if Xuanbao hadn't possessed profound cultivation, he would probably have been crushed.

"Good stuff. Adding a little bit when refining spirit treasures in the future will greatly improve their quality."

Then, he turned his gaze to a spot not far away.

There floated a flag, a precious flag as black as ink, faintly reflecting the phantom of rushing waters. Xuanbao probed with his divine sense and saw within it a scene of churning seas, surging rivers, and the rise and fall of the Weak Water.

"A mid-grade innate spiritual treasure—the Weak Water Flag." Xuanbao smiled; this trip hadn't been in vain.

Sensing the pure Daoist aura emanating from Xuanbao, the Weak Water Flag flew to his side, spinning rapidly and emitting a pleasant hum. Xuanbao reached out and took it, instantly establishing a wondrous connection with the Weak Water Pool, as if he could manipulate the entire Weak Water of the Sunken Star Abyss with a single thought.

"Not bad, not bad," Xuanbao put away the Weak Water Flag.

Finally, based on his senses, Xuanbao arrived at the deepest crevice at the bottom of the pool.

The fissure was only about three feet wide and bottomless, from which wisps of weak water seeped—the very source of the Abyss of Sinking Stars. At the edge of the fissure, a faint, dark golden light flickered, almost imperceptibly.

Xuanbao focused his gaze, and the eyesight of a Primordial Golden Immortal pierced through layers of obstacles, finally revealing the true appearance of the object.

It was "a bead." The bead was silvery-white, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura. Strange patterns flowed across its surface, and the bead's surface also emitted an aura of the same origin as the Weak Water Flag.

"The Weak Water Pearl!" Xuanbao's eyes lit up after examining it. The Weak Water Pearl is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, containing endless weak water. It and the Weak Water Flag are spiritual treasures of the same origin. Together, they can form a Weak Water Grand Array, which can trap and kill even ordinary quasi-saints.

After putting away the spiritual treasure, Xuanbao searched the pool again and obtained a lot more, including Weak Water Cold Jade, Sinking Water Refined Gold, and many other innate treasures.

Back on the surface, Xuanbao waved his sleeve, and the Weak Water automatically parted to create a passage, allowing him to walk out calmly. After confirming that there was nothing left, Xuanbao did not linger.

On the shore, Mo Jia and Bi Xi had been waiting anxiously. Seeing Xuan Bao emerge, they quickly went forward.

"Congratulations, Master, on acquiring this treasure!" the two beasts exclaimed in unison. As for why, Bixi also called him "Master," naturally because when Xuanbao subdued the alligator dragon, this kid shamelessly kept calling him "Master."

What can Xuanbao do? There are people vying to be his lackeys, so of course he'll take them in. Besides, the Three Pure Ones are now bound to the Dragon Clan, so taking in one more follower won't hurt.

Xuanbao nodded and turned around. "Mo Jia, this place is where you took human form. Now you are about to go to Kunlun Mountain. Seal yourself to prevent it from causing harm to the prehistoric world. Afterwards, you and Bi Xi will go to Kunlun Mountain together, where someone will meet you."

"Master, aren't you going?" Bixi asked.

"I have other matters to attend to." Xuanbao gazed into the distance. "You two go first, and don't cause any trouble on the way. If I find out you've done anything reckless..."

"No, no!" the two beasts quickly assured each other.

Xuanbao gave a few more instructions before transforming into a beam of light and heading east.

Bixi and Mojia watched Xuanbao depart into the distance, exchanging a glance.

"Come on, big guy, I'll take you to see Kunlun Immortal Mountain! That's the sacred site of sages!" Bixi jumped onto the back of the black-armored man, looking arrogant.

Mo Jia snorted but didn't object. It took one last look at Chen Xingyuan, then used its supernatural powers to seal the Weak Water Spring before taking off into the clouds, carrying Bi Xi towards Kunlun.

Meanwhile, at Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Nuwa sat alone in her cave, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Ever since Master Hongjun spoke of it three times, bestowing upon them the Primordial Purple Qi, several people had become saints.

The eldest brother, Laozi, established the Heavenly Sect and attained sainthood; the Primordial Heavenly Venerable established the Earthly Sect and attained sainthood; the Tongtian Sect Master established the Human Sect and attained sainthood; Jieyin and Zhunti made forty-eight great vows, established the Buddhist Sect, and also both attained sainthood.

She alone, despite possessing the primordial purple energy that forms the foundation for sainthood, has yet to reach the threshold of sainthood.

"Where exactly is my path?" Nuwa sighed softly, standing up. The opportunity to become a saint seemed both close at hand and far away, always elusive. Fuxi comforted her many times, but the anxiety and self-doubt in her heart grew like weeds.

"Seclusion all day long is not a good strategy," Nuwa sighed softly. "It would be better to travel to the primordial world; perhaps we can encounter an opportunity there."

If all else fails, why not visit the Sanqing Temple? Now that the Sanqing have all become saints, Kunlun Mountain can be considered the most blessed place in the primordial world. Listening to the Dao in Zixiao Palace with the Sanqing can be considered as having the bond of fellow disciples. Going there to visit and discuss the Dao may yield some insights.

Nuwa was indeed being pushed to the limit. The demon race had gone mad, and if she didn't become a saint, she was worried that Dijun and Taiyi would force her to hand over the Primordial Purple Qi.

After all, the demon race is now not only surrounded by enemies, but also universally hated. As the saying goes, when people are pushed to the limit, they are capable of anything.