Primordial Era: Starting with Self-Created Mythical Great Luo Law

Guang Chengzi's heart trembled slightly—this woman possessed unparalleled beauty, and her fingertips held profound secrets. After a moment's thought, he cupped his hands and said, "Fairy, your musical talent is profound. Would you be so kind as to play a piece to enlighten my ignorance?"

The woman smiled and handed over the jade zither: "I wish to hear the Master's elegant performance."

Guang Chengzi took the zither in his hand, his fingers fell on the strings and a clear sound wafted out, like the wind combing the bamboo, like dew falling on the lotus, and the whole valley was filled with a sense of coolness.

The woman closed her eyes and listened quietly, her expression softening before hardening slightly. The music deepened, growing more somber, like the tolling of an ancient temple bell or the moon setting over a cold pool, telling tales of a thousand years of solitude and endless longing.

Guang Chengzi's eyes narrowed slightly; the lingering resonance on the strings seemed to hold a hidden meaning, and he held his breath to observe it closely. The sound gradually slowed down, eventually fading into silence, with the aftersound still lingering among the pine branches.

She opened her eyes, a faint smile on her face: "Your words reveal profound wisdom, and your heart holds the sun and moon."

Guang Chengzi smiled and returned the zither, speaking humbly: "The true realm lies in the wind and clouds at the fingertips of the fairy."

The fairy rose to her feet and said softly, "Since you are well-versed in the principles of the zither, why not accompany me to the depths of this secret realm?"

Guang Chengzi's heart trembled slightly, and he became curious about this ethereal woman. He nodded and replied, "I am willing to travel with you, fairy, to explore the hidden truth of Xiniu Hezhou."

The two walked side by side, their figures gradually disappearing into the folds of the valley. Behind them, the grass and trees seemed to stretch out quietly, and the stream suddenly became clear, as if the entire mountain was quietly breathing and rebreathing for this chance encounter.

The melody of the zither, delicate and ethereal, drifted through the forest and brushed against the rocks; where the wind passed, the branches and leaves whispered softly, as if ancient tales were being secretly turned, waiting for them to pick them up. This chance encounter was destined to stir up a storm in Xiniu Hezhou, and would also brew a legendary tale passed down through generations.

At this moment, Chen Yu was locked in a fierce battle with Donghuang Taiyi on the shore of the East Sea. Donghuang Taiyi's combat power was terrifying, and his magical power was immense, surpassing even the Three Immortals, Di Jun, and the spirit of Donghuang Zhong. In their several exchanges, the waves ripped through the sky, and even the East Sea Dragon Palace was nearly overturned by the aftershocks.

Suddenly, the void hummed and tore apart, and a giant golden hand, blazing with golden light, pierced through the air, striking Chen Yu's head with the force of thunder!

Chen Yu's pupils contracted, but his face remained expressionless as he unleashed a powerful backhand punch! The golden palm shattered instantly, sending shards of light flying like rain.

A powerful, awe-inspiring voice crashed into his mind: "Donghuang, stop!"

Chen Yu's gaze was sharp as he turned his head to look at Donghuang Taiyi, who stood atop the clouds, his eyes blazing with crimson flames, his killing intent solidified, almost scorching the air.

"Hmph, I'll spare you for now." Chen Yu said coldly, then turned and left, his robes fluttering in the wind, without hesitation.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Donghuang Taiyi swung his sleeves fiercely, and the Three Emperor Bells roared out, crashing down on Chen Yu's head! The bell waves surged and roared, turning into a raging torrent, carrying the remnants of chaos, and crashed down on Chen Yu.

Chen Yu roared, and golden light surged around him, like a blazing sun suddenly exploding, forcefully withstanding this mountain-destroying and peak-shattering blow!

"Boom!" The rock beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch. He took a step back, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his blood and qi surged wildly through his meridians.

The Three Emperor Bells were originally forged from fragments of the Chaos Bell. Even though they had lost their original power of creating the world, their remaining strength was still enough to make all the peaks bow down and the stars lose their luster.

"Your physical body is indeed astonishing." Donghuang Taiyi narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Unfortunately, you can't defeat me."

Chen Yu gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, saying in a deep voice, "The difference in cultivation levels is too great; a brute-force attack will be futile."

Donghuang Taiyi laughed loudly, his voice shaking the heavens: "You understand so quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, carrying Zhong away through the air, leaving only a blinding golden streak tearing through the sky.

Guang Chengzi stared in the direction Chen Yu had disappeared, his brow furrowed: "He actually knows the Eastern Emperor?"

The fairy smiled gently, like the wind: "Perhaps, this is fate. We are complete strangers, yet we are able to listen to the same song, 'Nine Heavens,' together."

Guang Chengzi sighed softly: "Yes... it was all foreshadowed in the dark."

The fairy lowered her eyes and remained silent, only lightly plucking the strings with her fingertips, the lingering sound lingering.

The two hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard a deafening battle ahead, interspersed with Chen Yu's hoarse shouts. Guang Chengzi took off running.

Chen Yu was covered in blood, fighting alone against a horde of demons. These demons were all filled with murderous aura, their cultivation was unfathomable, and their appearances were as ferocious as evil spirits descending upon the world.

He wielded the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, its blade flashing and crisscrossing. Each slash was imbued with a fierce blade aura, cleaving through the countless black vines—the vines burst apart inch by inch the moment they touched the blade, turning into dust and scattering away in the wind.

"Awooo—!" A ferocious ape roared and soared into the air, swinging its massive black iron club, which brought down with a foul stench!

Chen Yu spun around and slashed horizontally, the blade flashing like an arc of the moon across the sky. The ape's head was severed from its neck and rolled into the dust, its body still twitching.

"Woo—!" Another demonic wolf pounced fiercely, its fangs like hooks, biting into Chen Yu's waist and abdomen, tearing his flesh and spurting blood!

The excruciating pain intensified his gaze, and instead of retreating, he advanced, swinging his right arm back violently and sending Donghuang Taiyi, who had not yet regained his footing, flying away!

Donghuang Taiyi was shot backwards like a tattered piece of cotton, flying hundreds of feet before crashing heavily into the mountain wall, sending rocks flying everywhere.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake, filled with shame and indignation, and even more so with resentment—the dignified Eastern Emperor had been thrown aside in public by a junior!

Chen Yu coldly looked down at the disheveled figure on the ground, his gaze devoid of any warmth. He knew very well that the grudges had long been deeply rooted, and today the only way to break the deadlock was to use force and suppress the enemy with power.

When the demons saw Donghuang Taiyi fly out, their hearts clenched, but in an instant, their anger surged, and they roared as they rushed towards Chen Yu, layer upon layer like a black tide pressing down.

Chen Yu stood in the center, his brows cold and stern, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand. He moved like a falcon soaring through the air, his steps as swift as a startled swan, dodging and striking among the demons. Wherever the blade passed, a gust of wind exploded. A demon had just raised its claws when it was cleaved and sent flying backward, its bones broken and tendons snapped.

The fairy's gaze narrowed slightly, and her heart trembled slightly: This person appeared calm and icy on the surface, but inside burned an inextinguishable fire, and his will was as hard as primordial iron, which would not bend even when it struck a mountain.

Guang Chengzi's fingertips trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on Chen Yu's profile—there was no arrogance in those eyes, only a solitary clarity, like a cold blade that, once drawn, would never return to its sheath, carving out a path to survival alone amidst the blood and fire of a foreign land.

Suddenly, a roar ripped through the sky! Chen Yu unleashed his power from the soles of his feet, propelling him like an arrow shot straight into the heavens. His Azure Dragon Crescent Blade suddenly came to life, transforming into a roaring azure dragon, its fangs bared menacingly as it lunged at Donghuang Taiyi's throat with overwhelming force!

"Awooo—!" Donghuang Taiyi roared to the sky, straightened his spine, and rose up from the ground, standing tall like a giant pillar supporting the heavens. The Three Emperor Bells expanded dramatically, transforming into a majestic mountain that stretched out before him.

"Boom!"

That deadly strike, brimming with the full force of his body, was ultimately blocked by the mountain!

The blade struck the bell, and golden light burst forth like a shower of stars. The Three Emperors Bell trembled and vibrated. Donghuang Taiyi's feet plowed the ground and he slid backward, sending stones flying and the ground cracking open with deep, spiderweb-like fissures.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu twisted his wrist, and the tip of the spear suddenly shot out, turning into a silver-white lightning bolt that pierced straight into Donghuang Taiyi's heart!