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

The opponent's swordsmanship was as unpredictable as a snake, and his movements were as elusive as mist. The more Chen Yu fought, the more difficult it became for him—this person was even more troublesome than the Blood Python.

The onlookers had already retreated a hundred feet away, holding their breath and shrinking their necks. Only the black bear crouched even lower, its eyes darting around, a dark glint in them, like a cheetah eyeing its prey in the moment of loss of balance.

The battle suddenly shifted! The young man in the blue robe feinted with his sword, then spun and retreated swiftly, his sleeve flashing as he pointed directly at the black bear: "Attack!"

A low growl rolled from the black bear's throat, and its body suddenly swelled up—its skin and flesh tore apart, its bones cracked, and in an instant it transformed into a mountain-like demonic body. Its two paws slammed into the ground, causing rocks to fall throughout the valley, and a foul wind swept up, stinging the face.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted sharply, but he did not retreat even half a step. He thrust the tip of his sword into the ground with his backhand, his true energy boiling, his robes billowing wildly, and the scabbard humming and trembling, as if a dragon's roar was about to break through.

The young man in the blue robe stood with his hands behind his back, a playful smile on his face, as if he could already see the sword break and the man fall. The black bear roared to the sky, its roar shaking the treetops, and a gigantic shadow, carrying a stench, crashed down on Chen Yu like Mount Tai!

Chen Yu raised his eyes, his gaze devoid of fear, only a cold glint in them—he drew his sword! The sword flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky, aiming straight for the center of the bear's paw that blotted out the sun…

This strike determined life and death, and settled the matter of the mountain.

boom--!!!

The sky shattered! Two violent forces clashed violently, the shockwave sweeping in a ring, tearing a deep abyss-like rift through the clouds.

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader darted and weaved through the turbulent currents. Each exchange was like thunder, shaking the mountains and causing peaks to groan and collapse. In the distance, a solitary peak was silently reduced to dust in the aftershocks, scattering in the wind.

At this moment, both of them poured out all their knowledge and skills, unleashing a power that could crush mountains and rivers, like two gods who created the world.

This duel had long transcended the boundaries of the mortal world. Every move they made tore through the void and disrupted the orbits of stars. The spectators were all terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies, and they even forgot to breathe.

In an instant, the two transformed, their figures fading and their outlines dissolving, as if they were not standing between heaven and earth, but were born from and grew up in heaven and earth—they were no longer "humans," but a breath of heaven and earth, a trace of thunder and fire surging forth.

At this moment, Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader completely shed their "egos," their thoughts resonating with the mountains and rivers, their bloodlines echoing the seas and oceans, truly becoming the inseparable backbone and veins of this world.

Their combat power has risen to an immeasurable level.

In that instant, Chen Yu's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly opened up, and countless strange yet familiar scenes surged forth: stardust condensing, ancient trees rising from the ground, lightning splitting through chaos... An unprecedented sense of clarity struck his heart like a morning bell.

He suddenly understood—this was the will of heaven and earth. Those who reach the pinnacle of cultivation no longer rely on flesh and blood, but transform into a sheathless blade with its own spirit, consciousness, and sharpness.

Chen Yu had already grasped the basics, but had not yet firmly gripped the hilt of his sword. At this moment, he was holding his breath and concentrating, following that vast aura as he sank deeper, as if falling into a deep pool, becoming more and more still, and the stillness becoming clearer.

A layer of pale gold runes quietly rose from his body, moving like living things, like dragons and snakes coiling, like stardust flowing, shining brightly.

He seemed to step into another dimension, where the wind was silent, the light was stagnant, and only that vast, ancient, and indescribable aura followed him like a shadow, like a father or mother.

Behind that aura lurks an ineffable existence—it belongs neither to this world nor has it left it; it is like a banished, lonely soul, yet also like the fulcrum that maintains the balance of eternity.

Chen Yu's heart was filled with surprise and doubt: What exactly is it? What can it do? But why is there a faint, resonant tremor coming from the depths of his blood? It's as if a long-lost birthmark is calling out to him in silence.

Just as he was lost in thought, the Tongtian Sect Master suddenly unleashed an overwhelming pressure! His eyes snapped open, two golden beams shooting out like swords cleaving through the air, aimed directly at Chen Yu's divine platform—

what! !

Chen Yu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a scream ripped through the sky. In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss of eternal cold, his bone marrow frosted over, his internal organs frozen, and even his heartbeat was frozen into ice crystals, suspended in mid-air.

His face was ashen, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was horrified to discover that even his soul was stiffening inch by inch, as if it would shatter into dust at any moment.

He stared intently at the Tongtian Sect Leader, trembling all over: Was he wrong? This wasn't some kind of Heaven and Earth Will...

It is clearly an eternal abyss that devours all things! How could it be like this? How dare it be like this?

His mind was buzzing: Could such a thing really exist in this world? Could it really dare to reveal a corner of itself before his eyes? Could it really suppress him to the point that he couldn't even think straight?

So... this is the will of heaven and earth? Indeed, it's suffocatingly domineering!

A storm raged in Chen Yu's heart, and awe overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Young man, you will be buried here today!

The Tongtian Sect Master's eyes blazed with golden light, and two beams of light transformed into solid spears that pierced through the void, tore open the sky, and, carrying the law of annihilation, aimed straight at Chen Yu's brow!

Chen Yu's hair stood on end, and his heart stopped—was this the will of heaven and earth? It was so terrifying that even despair had no time to brew!

Even when facing a celestial being, he had never felt so suffocated. Regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous vine: He shouldn't have kept the appointment! He shouldn't have stepped into this place! If he had known it would be such a desperate situation, he would have risked his life to escape into the Netherworld!

But his escape route was cut off, leaving only emptiness behind him. He gritted his teeth, his spine taut like a fully drawn bow—there was only one battle left, a fight to the death!

Hahahaha...

Just as Chen Yu's soul was about to collapse, the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the heavens, full of joy.

Young man, your talent is so remarkable that even I am moved! I admire you, so I will personally forge you into the sharpest sword!

The laughter abruptly stopped, his face turned serious, and his words were like hammer blows: Your potential is too great, and your level has already subtly surpassed mine.

Do you know why I insisted you enter this great calamity between immortals and demons? Because—this is the path to heaven that your master has personally paved for you!

The Great Tribulation of Immortals and Demons is not a calamity, but a touchstone bestowed by heaven, a fiery furnace for tempering bones and forging souls.

If you succeed, you will absorb the essence of the Nine Heavens Thunder and the ancient Daoist principles; if you survive, the mark of the peak of the Immortal Emperor will be etched into your very spine. This is the stairway to heaven that your master has personally paved for you.

—If you can overcome this tribulation, you will surpass me, stand at the pinnacle of all heavens, and be free from all constraints.

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader was deep and resonant, low and slow yet like thunder, each word carrying an unquestionable conviction and fervent expectation.

Chen Yu felt his blood surging, a burning fighting spirit soaring to the top of his head. He had never dared to hope that his master would entrust him with such a heavy responsibility; at this moment, it felt as if he were carrying the entire sky on his shoulders, both heavy and bright, both glorious and burning…

Master, your disciple will certainly live up to your expectations! Chen Yu's knees did not bend, his back was as straight as a pine tree, and he bowed deeply, his eyes burning as if there were sparks igniting a prairie fire in his pupils.

The Master of the Heavens nodded and smiled, his brows relaxed. He had long known that this young man was as sharp as a blade and as quick to understand as lightning. This bow was steady, this glance was insightful; what more needed to be said about the future?