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

The two lay in hiding in an abandoned mine deep in the Duan Yue Mountains for thirty years.

At that time, his injuries had not yet healed and his energy had not yet returned. He dared not disturb even the moss at the cave entrance, for fear that the slightest disturbance of spiritual energy would attract prying eyes.

Thirty years later, purple energy flowed between Chen Yu's brows, and lightning patterns appeared on the palm of the Tongtian Sect Leader—not only were their injuries fully healed, but they had also both broken through to new realms. They secluded themselves atop Broken Peak for three months, waiting to return to their old haunts and avenge their previous humiliation.

When Chen Yu saw the two again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Now that we've joined forces, we're all in this together. His voice wasn't loud, but each word slammed into the other's eardrums, leaving no room for argument.

The two rogue cultivators exchanged a glance, their Adam's apples bobbing slightly, before finally nodding slowly. They knew perfectly well that turning against each other now would only mean handing over their lives prematurely—they had already tasted the power of Chen Yu's fists.

"Then let's go together." The Tongtian Sect Leader spoke, his voice like an ancient bell, the lingering sound carrying an unyielding pressure.

The four formed a temporary alliance, shattered the sea of ​​clouds, and ventured into the darkest part of the immortal realm—where there were no road markers, only shortcuts paved with white bones.

They traversed rugged and precipitous peaks and passed through deep and mysterious forests, encountering poisonous miasma, ancient beasts, and collapsed void rifts along the way, facing numerous dangers.

However, under the tutelage of Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader, the two rogue cultivators quickly shed their inexperience, learned to breathe on the edge of a blade, and made moves in the face of life and death. Their cultivation level also rose quietly like bamboo shoots sprouting in spring.

After a fierce battle, Chen Yu's shoulder was bleeding, and the Tongtian Sect Leader's sleeve was torn and his knuckles were blue; while the two rogue cultivators moved nimbly, turning the tide of the battle with a single move that sealed the throat and a single move that broke the blade.

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"I really underestimated you." Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone filled with undisguised praise.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but the smiles quickly turned into calm before they reached their eyes—those who could catch Chen Yu's eye had never relied on luck, but on real ability.

As the days went by, the barriers between the four gradually disappeared, leaving only the tacit understanding when they were side by side, the entrustment when they were in danger, the medicine they handed each other when they were healing, and the plans they whispered around the campfire late at night.

Together they cleaved through the misty swamp, together they leaped across the Soul-Severing Abyss, together they formed an array to withstand the pressure of the lightning tribulation; their lives had long been intertwined through countless life-and-death protections.

Chen Yu also unknowingly realized that the so-called supreme power is not the lofty realm of standing alone in the nine heavens, but the hand that is extended in times of crisis, the unreserved trust behind him, and the backbone and heartbeat of the four people advancing and retreating together, sharing life and death.

Along the way, his spiritual power may not have increased dramatically, but his heart has become more stable, resilient, and brighter than before.

When the crimson mountain range piercing the clouds stretched out before him, Chen Yu felt a sudden sense of liberation, as if a breeze from the mountaintop was filling his lungs. He no longer thought only about "whether I can get through," but firmly believed—we can definitely do it.

He straightened his back, his eyes were piercing, and his voice was clear and calm: "Let's set off. No matter how dangerous the road ahead may be, it is just a new starting point for us."

The crowd responded immediately, their steps firm and resolute, shattering the sand and dust as they faced the unknown storm and wondrous light.

And so, Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader continued forward.

"Senior Brother Chen Yu, ahead lies the end of the Immortal Realm Continent—the Boundless Dead Desert. We must cross it within half a month, otherwise, once the gate closes, we will be trapped here forever." The Tongtian Sect Master lowered his voice, his brows furrowed in solemnity.

"Understood. You all rest first," Chen Yu said succinctly.

Immediately, he led two rogue cultivators into the vast yellow sand. The group sat cross-legged under a sheltered sand dune to regulate their breathing, channeling spiritual energy to smooth their meridians and gather their spiritual essence, soothing the wounds on their skin and the damage to their consciousness inch by inch.

At dusk that day, three figures appeared on the edge of the desert, each with a distinct aura, indicating that they were no ordinary people.

Two of them were dressed in dark, tight-fitting clothes, with bulging muscles, high cheekbones, and eyes like icy blades, cold and intimidating.

The aura of death around them was so thick that even grains of sand hovered in mid-air and the wind detoured around them, as if two ancient corpse kings who had just broken free from their seals were slowly opening their eyes.

The third person was dressed in a plain white robe, with a face as handsome as jade and eyes as cold as stars. She was a female cultivator, her expression calm and composed, yet her eyes held a sharp insight into all things and an unwavering composure.

"The person is right ahead." The man in black's voice was hoarse, like sand scraping against iron.

The white-robed female cultivator nodded, her fingertips lightly stroking the scabbard, without uttering a word.

The three figures moved like arrows, swiftly traversing the yellow sand, heading straight for the location of Chen Yu and the others.

"Chen Yu, we've arrived at the Immortal Realm Continent." The man in black saw it from afar, his eyes blazing with intense fire.

"Yes, we've arrived." Chen Yu looked up, his gaze clear and intense, as if a long-awaited rain had come after a drought.

"Do you have any plans?" the white-robed female cultivator asked, her voice clear and cold like a spring.

"Yes," Chen Yu said in a deep voice. "Our target is the Nine Dragons Blood Sword and the Nine Provinces Cauldron. But right now we have no clues. We only know their names, not their appearance, let alone where they are hidden—we need a map, or someone who knows."

The man in black laughed loudly: "Leave it to us. We can draw every inch of sand, every ditch, every underground river of the Immortal Realm continent with our eyes closed. Swords or cauldrons, we'll dig three feet into the ground and find them for you."

Chen Yu nodded: "Then we'll have to rely on you all. You were born and raised here; you know the pulse of this land best."

"I'll take care of it!" The man in black patted his chest, his voice like muffled thunder.

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader did not refuse. In this unfamiliar territory, they had no foundation and lacked informants. To survive and achieve anything, they never relied on fighting alone, but on trustworthy people and those who could lend a hand.

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader bid farewell to the few rogue cultivators, each heading off to their own destinations.

Have you heard?

Who told you that?

A ruthless character named Chen Yu has emerged on the Immortal Realm Continent.

Chen Yu? Is that the young man who slew the Demon Emperor?

Yes, that's him!

So, does that mean we might be able to find him?

That's right.

This person's cultivation is unfathomable, and his combat power far exceeds common sense.

What? It's really that strong?

I overheard several Nascent Soul stage monsters whispering in the restaurant—Chen Yu was only at the Golden Core stage, yet he cleaved through the Demon Emperor's divine soul and golden body with a single strike… This wasn't just a fight, it was practically tearing the heavens apart!

No wonder he's the one who could make the Demon Emperor grit his teeth even in his dying moments.

This time, we can finally get revenge for the blood debt!

what……

Rumors spread like wildfire, and in just half a day, the name Chen Yu exploded in every city, market, teahouse, and inn across the Immortal Realm. Everyone was talking about it, and every word was full of enthusiasm.

……

Chen Yu and his group traveled without stopping, reaching the edge of the Immortal Realm continent. Before them, the yellow sand surged endlessly, the wind whipping up dust like angry dragons swirling around. Without a moment's rest, they stepped into the sea of ​​sand.

Boom—Crack!

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and a deafening roar like thunder rolling across an anvil came from afar, as if ten thousand cavalrymen were trampling the earth, or as if a mountain range was collapsing in an instant.