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

"Shut up!" Donghuang Taiyi's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his anger surging within him.

If it weren't for the intervention of the Tongtian Sect Leader, that young man named Chen Yu would have been dead on the spot long ago. But now this person is following him like a shadow, watching him like a tiger, so he can only suppress his murderous intent and grit his teeth to endure it.

"Boom—!" A deafening explosion tore through the sky, and Donghuang Taiyi's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into trees and scattering branches before finally slamming heavily into the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips; his clothes were disheveled, and he looked somewhat dejected…

Upon seeing this, Chen Yu's spirits lifted, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He and the Tongtian Sect Leader exchanged glances, and without a word, they understood each other perfectly—the opportunity for victory had appeared! The two of them touched the ground with their toes, and their figures shot off like arrows, heading straight for Donghuang Taiyi.

Although Donghuang Taiyi was severely injured, he did not show any signs of defeat. He let out a low roar, and his divine power exploded. His figure suddenly rose from the ground, as fast as a startled swan, narrowly escaping the gap between the two's combined attack.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and a vast amount of spiritual energy burst forth, condensing into a dazzling golden barrier in front of him. The light was blazing, and the pressure was as heavy as a mountain, making people stop in their tracks.

The golden light shimmered, illuminating his face, which appeared as cold and resolute as iron. A slight smile played on his lips, and his voice was deep and icy: "You think I'll fall like this? You underestimate me."

Chen Yu gripped the sword hilt tightly with his five fingers, his knuckles turning white, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as he calmly surveyed the entire scene.

The Tongtian Sect Leader remained unmoved, his divine power surging like a tide, his robes fluttering without wind, his fighting spirit poised to be unleashed.

Suddenly a gale arose, dark clouds rolled like ink, and lightning snaked wildly in the depths of the clouds, plunging the world into a somber and gloomy atmosphere.

At the eye of the storm, Donghuang Taiyi's figure began to distort and fade, as if torn apart by the wind, or as if merging with the thunder.

"Something's not right!" The Tongtian Sect Leader's brow twitched, and alarm bells rang in his mind. Chen Yu also held his breath and focused, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings like a hawk's, his fingertips quietly pressing against the scabbard.

Amidst the thunderous roar, Donghuang Taiyi's voice boomed from the depths of the eye of the storm: "Chen Yu! Tongtian Sect Leader! Do you really think this is all I've got? Open your eyes wide—see clearly!"

Before the words were even finished, the storm exploded with a deafening roar, and thousands of lightning spears cleaved down from the sky, tearing through the wind and clouds, and piercing straight down!

The two retreated swiftly, their inner energy surging wildly as they desperately stretched out their protective barriers to withstand the devastating torrent of thunder.

As the eye of the storm receded, Donghuang Taiyi reappeared—his face was ashen and iron-like, his eyes flashed with crimson light, and his expression was as cold and stern as a knife.

He raised his magical weapon high, letting out a sharp whistle that pierced the air. In an instant, the wind grew stronger and the thunder more violent, and the entire battlefield was completely swallowed up by the raging heavenly might.

Chen Yu immediately activated the Seven Star Sword Technique, and seven sword energies soared into the sky, crisscrossing and maneuvering, as if to cleave the chaotic universe.

However, the lightning at the heart of the storm was too ruthless, crushing the sword energy into dust upon contact without leaving any room for maneuver.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Tongtian Sect Leader drew out a long spear with his backhand. This spear was forged from meteorite iron from the Nine Heavens through countless hammerings. It was completely black, and the tip of the spear emitted a cold light. It was the hardest and sharpest of the immortal weapons, capable of breaking all laws and corroding all spirits.

Knowing full well that Chen Yu could not withstand Donghuang Taiyi's sharpness, he decided to take a desperate gamble, his spear flashing like a dragon, striking straight for Chen Yu's heart with the force of thunder!

How could Donghuang Taiyi allow him to succeed? His figure shifted unpredictably, sliding three feet away just before the spear tip could reach him, leaving only a blur. Then, with a flick of his finger, a streak of silver light shot through the air, aiming straight for the Tongtian Sect Leader's wrist!

The Tongtian Sect Leader hastily withdrew his spear, but it was too late—a silver light pierced through his wrist bone, and blood gushed out, quickly soaking through his plain white Taoist robe, blooming into a dazzling crimson.

"Pfft—!" Another dull tearing sound rang out, Chen Yu's body suddenly arched, a metallic taste surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of scalding hot blood mist.

His face turned deathly pale instantly. A gruesome gash appeared on his left shoulder blade, the flesh rolled back, revealing the stark white bone. The blade nearly cleaved his chest in two.

This was already the result of Donghuang Taiyi deliberately holding back his strength—if he had exerted even a fraction of his power, Chen Yu would have already been annihilated.

The Tongtian Sect Leader clenched his old, bleeding wrist, his knuckles turning white, his gaze fixed on Donghuang Taiyi in the distance like iron nails.

A burning rage raged within him, yet he couldn't suppress the ruthless determination to fight to the bitter end: Retreat? There was no way to retreat; Live? The only option was to fight to the bitter end.

"Donghuang Taiyi!" His voice wasn't loud, but each word struck the void like a hammer blow. "You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever! This blood debt must be settled on the spot!"

Donghuang Taiyi's lips curled into a cold smile, a hint of cat-and-mouse contempt flashing in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, victory or defeat is but a breath's breadth. How can you predict tomorrow's outcome after today's defeat?"

Before he finished speaking, his toes touched the air, and his figure suddenly lengthened, transforming into a dazzling golden rainbow. In the blink of an eye, he tore through the clouds and disappeared into the vast sky—leaving only the howling wind, the stagnant killing intent, and the deathly silence on the battlefield where one could hear the soft sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Chen Yu's gaze swept over the scorched earth and ruins, cold as a deep pool. He knew that Donghuang Taiyi was not an opponent that could be defeated by luck; he also knew that the Tongtian Sect Leader's shoulder wound was deep enough to expose the bone, his breathing was disordered, and he was already at his last gasp.

But the fire in his heart burned ever brighter—not out of personal resentment, but for the blood-stained hem of his master's robe, and for the unfulfilled command of his master.

The Tongtian Sect Leader slowly withdrew his blood-stained spear, its tip touching the ground, humming and trembling slightly.

His brows furrowed with weariness, yet his eyes held a resolute determination like cold iron: "Chen Yu, retreat for now." His voice was hoarse, yet like a taut bowstring. "Once we've recovered our strength, we'll settle the score with him."

Chen Yu nodded, remaining silent. He knew his master needed to bandage his wounds and recuperate, and he himself needed to hone his sword intent even more and forge his will even stronger—the next duel was one he could not afford to lose again.

The two figures, one in front of the other, quietly departed in the afterglow of the setting sun, their silhouettes gradually merging into the sea of ​​clouds on the horizon.

All that remained were broken halberds lying across the ground, scorched earth smoking, and the air filled with the stench of rust and hot blood.

Heaven and earth are silent, all spirits hold their breath. A storm is quietly gathering, and this grudge spanning a thousand years will finally be revealed under this vast sky.

Chen Yu's five fingers suddenly tightened, the sword hilt digging into his flesh. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, a cold light flashed in his eyes—the sword energy within his body surged like a tidal wave, rushing straight to his bones.

With his master severely injured, it was now his turn to draw his sword.

The Tongtian Sect Leader turned his head and looked over, his pupils contracting slightly, before nodding solemnly.

Without needing to say more, the master and disciple understood each other: one wielded a spear like a dragon, and the other swung a sword like lightning. The two figures broke through the air, so fast that they left only two afterimages on the retina, and pounced on Donghuang Taiyi again!

Donghuang Taiyi's eyes lit up. Instead of being surprised, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. He stretched out his arms like phoenix wings spreading for the first time, his movements were ethereal and unpredictable, and every gesture was filled with arrogance that looked down on all living beings.

Swords roared and tore through the air, spears flashed and split the clouds! Chen Yu's sword was sharp as a double-edged sword, while Tongtian Jiaozhu's spear shadow was heavy as a mountain collapsing down—one was strong and the other sharp, one was bright and the other dark, their offense and defense were intertwined, forcing Donghuang Taiyi to dodge repeatedly and actually being forced back three steps!