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

The golden-armored warrior's expression changed drastically. He hastily raised his sword to block, but the divine light was like boiling water pouring over snow. The sword energy crumbled inch by inch, and the protective golden armor emitted a piercing wail. He was blasted back thousands of feet, his body cracking inch by inch, and finally exploded into a dazzling stream of fire, dissipating into the horizon.

We won.

The primordial chaos has not yet subsided, the mountains and rivers remain unchanged, but their names have already left a new mark on the world.

Returning to the Celestial Palace, the two sat cross-legged in meditation, their breathing as natural as ever. They knew full well that this battle was not the end, but the prelude—more enemies from beyond the realms and more perilous calamities were quietly approaching.

Only by reaching new heights in one's spiritual cultivation can one truly uphold this ancient world.

Morning light slanted through the window, a gentle breeze rustled the incense burner on the table, and wisps of smoke rose. The light and shadow fell on the two faces, revealing the lingering sharpness between their brows and illuminating the inextinguishable flame in their eyes.

The ancient world is never short of legends, and the story of Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader has only just begun to unfold its most daring chapter.

"Senior Brother Chen Yu, do you recognize me?"

A chilling voice suddenly rang out, like a venomous snake crawling along the ear cartilage. Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and a cold sensation shot straight to the back of his neck.

He slowly turned around—his black robes fluttered in the wind, his face twisted as if sculpted by a demon, and his body emanated a surging aura of malevolence. This man's cultivation was shallow, merely at the initial stage of the True Immortal Realm, yet his aura was so eerie that it sent chills down one's spine.

The area was already surrounded by cultivators, their gazes filled with either contempt or amusement, and a few even covered their mouths and chuckled, waiting to see how this good show would end.

Chen Feng remained unmoved, standing quietly with his eyes lowered, as if the person before him was nothing more than a wisp of dust.

"Is Senior Brother mute? Or... are his legs weak?" The man in black licked his chapped lips, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant.

"Junior Brother Chen Yu, do not act rashly! This person comes from the Ancient Immortal Realm!" The Tongtian Sect Master shouted urgently, his words so fast that they were almost indistinct.

Chen Feng's heart sank—Ancient Immortal Realm? Those four words weighed heavily, a forbidden land repeatedly warned against in ancient texts!

"What kind of thing is this, that you dare to call me senior brother?" The man in black suddenly approached, stopping three steps away from the Tongtian Sect Leader, looking down at him with the hem of his robe brushing against the other's boots, his posture extremely arrogant.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's brow twitched, but he raised his head to meet those dark eyes, a cold, sharp smile curving his lips: "I am a primordial cultivator, and you—are nothing but a worthless scum begging for food beyond your borders. Listen carefully: the mountains and rivers of this world no longer belong to the ancient times, but only to the primordial era. Get lost, or—lie down."

The man in black's face turned ashen, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. Then he grinned and said menacingly, "Fine, I won't bother with you. But this place, long after my Immortal Realm's iron cavalry trampled through it, no longer bears the name 'Primordial World'—either tuck your tail between your legs and leave, or... leave your life here."

Chen Feng sighed silently, knowing that the black-clad cultivator was merely putting on a show. Their greed was too great, and they had long been shut out of the prehistoric world, yet they still clung to power, attempting to treat this world as their own backyard.

He turned to look at Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader, his tone indifferent: "Let's go, there's no need to pay attention to such scoundrels."

Chen Yu's brows remained unmoved, while the Tongtian Sect Leader slightly raised his sleeves; neither of them showed any intention of lingering.

And slow!

Before the words were finished, the black-clad cultivator suddenly sprang up, like a dark gust of wind tearing through the air, blocking their path. With a flick of his arm, three jet-black orbs shot out, so fast that only afterimages remained, like three bolts of lightning cleaving the night sky.

Chen Yu's gaze was calm, fixed directly on the person opposite him—Di Jun, the overlord who had trodden his way from the ancient Immortal Realm through bloodshed. This battle was unavoidable, and the ferocity of his opponent far exceeded his expectations.

Di Jun's lips curled into a cold smile, his aura surging with murderous intent. The entire palace instantly seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, the beams and pillars hummed, and even the candlelight seemed to freeze. He flicked his finger, and a dark sword aura shot out, sharp as a dragon-slaying blade, aiming straight for Chen Yu's throat.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted slightly. The moment the thought arose, the Tongtian Sect Master responded instantly, unleashing a vast and mighty power. Golden light formed a shield, steadily supporting the killing move.

With a light tap of his toes, Chen Yu transformed into a streak of light and swept to Di Jun's side. His palm, imbued with the force of thunder, unleashed a devastating Mountain-Crushing Palm strike.

A mocking glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes. Instead of retreating, he met the attack head-on, his ten fingers flying as he formed hand seals. A dark, mysterious armor materialized instantly, meeting the palm strike head-on. A deafening explosion erupted, dust fell from the palace roof, and several coiled dragon stone pillars snapped with a crack, sending shards of stone raining down.

Chen Yu's breathing became slightly heavy, and he dared not relax in the slightest—this person's foundation was so solid and his methods so unpredictable that they were far beyond what ordinary powerful beings could compare to.

As expected, before Di Jun's cold smile faded, his figure suddenly vanished like mist, and when he solidified again, he was holding a black obsidian longsword that devoured light and shadow, the tip of which pierced straight into Chen Yu's heart.

Chen Yu twisted his waist, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge, and swung his arm back, sending a crimson flame blade slashing down, scorching the air with a crackling sound.

Di Jun, however, moved like a fish swimming in water, suddenly transforming into a wisp of black smoke and escaping. He then launched a counterattack, his offensive relentless and overwhelming, forcing Chen Yu to retreat step by step.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood before the steps, his face solemn. He made a hand seal with his fingertips, and vast spiritual power surged like a river, pouring into Chen Yu's meridians.

Chen Yu straightened his back, and crimson-gold flames suddenly rose around his body, his aura rising steadily, making him resemble a primordial war god awakening.

Di Jun's pupils contracted sharply, a flash of surprise disappearing in an instant, then turning into burning fighting spirit—far from being afraid, his blood was surging and his fighting spirit was soaring.

Inside the hall, light and shadow danced wildly, sword cries and fire bursts rose and fell, waves of fire overturned the floor tiles, and lightning marks scorched through the dome.

The two moved with lightning speed, their attacks and defenses filled with meticulously crafted killing moves, so fast they were imperceptible to the naked eye, so fierce they seemed to topple mountains. This was no ordinary battle of wits, but a direct clash between laws and will.

With the help of the Tongtian Sect Master, Chen Yu gradually turned the tide. Wherever his fists struck, mountains crumbled; wherever he stepped, the earth cracked. Di Jun was overwhelmed, and despite his myriad transformations, he could not break free from this overwhelming, iron-like suppression.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his moves became increasingly ruthless, but Chen Yu repeatedly struck first and crushed him one by one.

Finally, Chen Yu let out a low shout, and a blazing sword aura burst forth from his palm, as white as the sun, unstoppable—Di Jun ultimately failed to dodge, and his entire body crashed out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the broken walls and ruins, amidst billowing dust.

Chen Yu stood rooted to the spot, his robes fluttering, his gaze unfathomable: "The prestige of the Ancient Immortal Realm is nothing but a handful of ashes before the Primordial World. You have lost."

Di Jun coughed up black blood as he propped himself up, his eyes blazing with anger and regret, yet that awe was hotter than blood and deeper than the night.

……

He understood that the outcome was already decided at the very beginning of the battle. What Chen Yu displayed was not just power, but also the unshakeable will of the primordial world itself.

The aftershocks inside the hall had not yet subsided. Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader stood side by side, their backs resolute, bearing the weight of the entire world on their shoulders.

Di Jun slowly rose, brushed the ashes off his robe, turned and left, his steps heavy, but he never looked back.

The legends of the primordial era never end. Every battle is a clash between destiny and the Dao, and every victory is forged by courage and strategy.