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

The tower gate burst open with a roar, and a foul wind swirled out, carrying with it a cloud of black mist.

Dozens of demonic beasts broke through the barrier, their eyes as red as lava and their fangs menacing, and charged forward with a murderous intent, like a flock of ancient ferocious birds eyeing their prey.

The two abruptly stopped and dodged to the side. But the demonic figures were so fast that they were just afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, they had formed an impenetrable encirclement. The demonic energy surged like a tide, making one's bones feel cold.

Oh no, let's get out of here!

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader tensed up, their faces ashen.

They thought that going around the tower was the safest course of action, but little did they know that these demonic beasts had been lying in ambush and knew how to launch coordinated attacks—they weren't just wild beasts, they were clearly well-trained slaughtering machines.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two streaks of light suddenly shot out, weaving and shifting among the gaps in the demon horde, their sword shadows and sleeve winds intertwining to form a net, all in an attempt to tear open a path to survival.

Unfortunately, the demonic power was too overwhelming. Just as it managed to shake off the attack, a clawing gust of wind arrived from behind; just as it leaped half a zhang into the air, the ground beneath its feet collapsed with a deafening roar. In an instant, sharp claws tore through the air, demonic energy as sharp as knives, scraping its skin with a painful ache.

laugh--!

Chen Yu's eyes sharpened, and he drew his longsword, its cold light flashing. His robes fluttered, and the sword's edge cleaved through the turbid air, its whistling sound as sharp as tearing silk.

"Master Tongtian, step back!" The voice was deep but resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stared at Chen Yu's back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and retreated to the edge of the tower's shadow, his fingertips already gripping three green talismans, ready to make a move at any moment.

The demon horde roared and charged, their claws obscuring the sun. Chen Yu advanced instead of retreating, his figure transforming into a silver streak, dodging the attack with a quick step. His sword light exploded instantly—a rainbow of light swept across, and the three demon beasts were decapitated, their blood raining down.

But the demon's body was fearless and its sharp teeth and giant tail grazed his arms and waist, tearing his clothes and skin, and splattering blood.

He didn't even frown, his eyes only showing a cold, sharp edge: If he falls today, the Tongtian Sect Leader will be surrounded and killed, and Lingzhi will become nothing but a mirage.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swooped down from the top of the tower, so fast it tore through the air, aiming straight for Chen Yu's back!

He snorted coldly, his dantian's true energy exploded, and his longsword slashed upwards against the trend—a white ribbon streaked across the sky, colliding fiercely with the black shadow!

"Ugh—!"

The demon's body exploded on the spot, its severed limbs flying everywhere, and its black blood splattered like ink.

Chen Yu stood with his sword held horizontally, blood dripping from the tip. His gaze swept over the circle of cowering demonic figures, and his voice was as cold as iron: "This tower will be cleared out today."

Before he finished speaking, he touched the ground with his toes, spun around, and his sword flashed like a wheel, crashing down—

Wailing cries filled the air as mangled bodies fell to the ground.

The demons froze on the spot, staring at the blood-stained sword-wielding youth, feeling a chill run from their spines to the top of their heads—that was not a human, but a deadly blade.

Chen Yu lowered his eyes, gripping his sword, his breathing steady, his clothes still damp with blood. He knew that as long as he stood, the Tongtian Sect Leader still had a chance to catch his breath, and the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was still within reach.

The sword light was like a thunderclap splitting the sky, and the killing intent was like two blades being drawn from their sheaths. The surging pressure around Chen Yu made the surrounding demons and monsters feel a chill down their spines and their limbs tremble.

The sharp clang of weapons clashing was deafening. He was locked in fierce combat with the beasts, and the battle was at a critical juncture. Any slight delay would mean his life hanging by a thread.

boom--!

Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap exploded in the sky, and a giant beast tore through the clouds and plummeted down!

Its body collapsed like a mountain, its eyes were as red as lava, blood light surged in its pupils, its fangs were menacing, and it opened its mouth to spew out a bone-corroding black flame, which rushed towards Chen Yu's face with a foul wind.

Chen Yu's gaze pierced like an ice spike, and his longsword suddenly slashed, a burst of silver light erupting like a bolt of cold lightning tearing through the night, striking directly at the giant beast's head. He knew he couldn't delay any longer—if this fiend escaped, it would surely disrupt the sealing formation set up by the Tongtian Sect Master.

boom!!

The shockwave exploded, and a fierce wind swept backward. Both man and beast were thrown back, their robes torn, blood seeping from their shoulders and arms. The two men faced each other from a distance, their eyes burning with undisguised hatred and murderous intent.

Although their size was far inferior to that behemoth, one was a young and sharp swordsman who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and the other was a fierce and elite member of the demon race who had been tempered in countless battles. Neither of them were ordinary people.

roar--!!

The behemoth roared, its roar sending withered leaves flying everywhere, and it pounced again! With each step it took, the ground cracked, and thunderous sounds exploded wherever its fists passed, as if it carried the force to shatter mountains and break peaks.

Chen Yu lowered his brows, his toes barely touching the ground as he retreated three zhang. His sword aura followed his movements, flashing with cold light. Dozens of sharp sword shadows pierced the air like a flock of eagles swooping down on their prey, simultaneously slashing at the giant beast's throat, abdomen, and knees.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The clang of metal against metal was crisp and clear, like the sound of chimes, and sparks flew like rain. The sword shadows crisscrossed, drawing countless winding arcs in the air, like venomous pythons slithering about.

Ordinary demonic beasts have no spirit and fight based solely on instinct; but this group, though not yet in human form, already knows how to advance and retreat and is adept at combined attacks—Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader, even if not the leaders of the demon race, have long been among the top combat forces.

boom!

The behemoth slammed down with its fist, and before the palm wind even arrived, the sword shadow shattered inch by inch! The remaining momentum did not diminish, and the fist's energy roared as it smashed towards Chen Yu's chest.

With a swift flick of his wrist, he parried with a slanted slash, his figure instantly transforming into a wisp of green smoke as he swept out. His longsword swept across like a wheel, and where the cold light passed, seven or eight demonic beasts that had been attacking him were severed at the waist, their limbs flying everywhere, blood mist rising into the air, instantly soaking the scorched earth.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, his gaze fixed on Chen Yu, a hint of barely perceptible admiration flashing in his eyes. The young man's swordsmanship was so steady, his moves so precise, and his control so ruthless that it had long surpassed the scope of ordinary weapon refiners, almost reaching the point of returning to simplicity.

The demonic shadows gathered denser and denser, like a black tide crashing against the shore, surging in layer upon layer, their claws and fangs menacing, their roars shaking the valley.

Chen Yu didn't even dodge a breath. His sword tip trembled slightly, and streaks of bright sword energy shot out, unstoppable. The demon's body was shredded, split open, and cleaved like paper. Limbs piled up, blood flowed into puddles, and the ground gradually turned into a sticky, crimson patch.

rumble……

Where the sword's edge pointed, the wailing ceased; as the sword's shadow swept past, all life was extinguished. Blood mist billowed in the valley, the stench was pungent, and the entire slope was stained, a dark, burning red.

This was a one-sided massacre. No matter how many demonic beasts there were, they couldn't break through the sharpness of the sword in Chen Yu's hand.

Chen Yu stood side by side with the Tongtian Sect Leader, their sword tips touching the ground, blood still dripping.

The valley floor was covered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the mud mixed with dark red, soft and slippery underfoot. The two fought a long and bloody battle, finally pinning the last demonic beast to the stone wall.

The Master of Heaven looked up at the beads of sweat on Chen Yu's forehead and the bloodstains on his lips, his voice slightly deep: "Chen Yu, can you hold on?"

Chen Yu wiped the bloodstains from his brow, shook his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Not bad. Master, how about you? Are you injured?"

The Master of the Heavens waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly: "It's alright."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly, "Strange... It's easy for demonic beasts to take form, but difficult to awaken their intelligence. I've read through countless ancient texts, and I've never seen a demonic lineage that can spontaneously form a physical body and develop sentience, let alone coordinate and form formations."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu suddenly chuckled softly, lightly tapping the ground with the tip of his sword, his tone calm: "Master, these creatures were subdued by me when I traveled through the Northern Wilderness in my early years. Later, I channeled their essence and blood into my body to nourish my sword bones—now their soul fire resonates with my sword intent."

He looked up at the distant, mist-shrouded peaks and thought, "I think those ancient ruins that have been sealed away... are not far from us."