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

But the thought only flashed through his mind before he suppressed it.

His strength was undeniable; he was a whole realm higher than Chen Yu, making his chances of winning as solid as a rock.

Hmph. Chen Yu gave him a cold glance, turned around and strode out of the cave, his back as sharp as a knife.

Zhao Feng watched the departing figure, a slight smile playing on his lips. He then bowed deeply to the Tongtian Sect Leader: "Master, this disciple takes his leave. May you achieve great success in your cultivation here and soon open the gate to the Nascent Soul stage!"

He stood alone on an open slope, his palms outstretched, the ink on them still wet.

With fingertips tracing across the void, spiritual patterns were precisely embedded into the earth, the movements as steady as carving a monument, as if each stroke had been practiced a thousand times in the blood.

As the final rune settled, the center of the formation suddenly lit up—an invisible stream of spiritual energy surged like a spring tide, causing the surrounding vegetation to bow low, the air to stagnate like glue, and a solemn and majestic aura quietly spread out.

Zhao Feng closed his eyes slightly, his palms firmly pressed on the center of the Spirit Gathering Array. The spiritual power within his body surged like a stream, quietly flowing into the array's veins, resonating and harmonizing with it.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his expression was as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest relaxation.

In an instant, the spirit-gathering array suddenly burst into light, and a dazzling silver-white beam of light shot into the sky, which then transformed into a rapidly spinning vortex of spiritual energy, howling and sweeping away the surrounding air currents and dust, even distorting the light and shadow.

Zhao Feng's body sank slightly, but he was not shaken in the slightest by the tearing force. Instead, he pushed his spiritual power to the limit, and his whole body seemed to become the core of the formation, connected with the formation's bloodline and becoming one with it.

The raging spiritual energy surged through his meridians like a thousand troops charging through a pass, his cultivation level soared, and his spiritual power surged and churned throughout his limbs and bones like a raging tide crashing against the shore, unstoppable.

Suddenly, a dark blue ancient talisman appeared between his brows, its light flowing and shining like stars—the entire spirit-gathering array resonated violently, its brilliance exploding, and the valley instantly brightened like molten gold at noon.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes, his pupils sparkling with starlight, his body brimming with power, as if he could shatter mountains with a single punch. His heart was filled with a sense of liberation, and his joy surged uncontrollably.

He knew that this breakthrough was not a quantitative change, but a transformative leap.

He slowly rose, his robes fluttering without wind, and his spiritual energy trembled faintly, as if the heavens and earth were whispering for him.

Looking up into the distance, a sense of pride rises in my heart. Though the road ahead is long, it is already clear and within my grasp.

At this moment, deep within the cave, the Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes suddenly opened, his teacup trembled slightly, and he gazed towards the valley, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips—Zhao Feng had succeeded.

"Zhao Feng, congratulations! You have achieved the Golden Core!" The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed loudly.

"Master!" Zhao Feng clasped his hands and bowed, his smile warm and resolute.

Hahaha, excellent! With his Golden Core already formed, he possesses a restrained spiritual aura and a powerful presence. He is truly a genius, one in a million! The Tongtian Sect Leader stroked his beard, greatly pleased.

"Master, you flatter me," Zhao Feng said humbly, lowering his eyes.

Mo Qian, every word I spoke came from the bottom of my heart. I have already informed the sect elders of your breakthrough, and they have heard the news…

The Master of the Heavenly Sect had a warm gaze and a resolute tone.

Thank you for your guidance, Master! Zhao Feng bowed deeply.

"Of course, this is what you earned through hard work." The Master of the Heavens nodded with a smile.

"Master, please rest. I have some trivial matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now," Zhao Feng said, bowing slightly.

"Go." The Tongtian Sect Leader waved his sleeve, gesturing for him to leave.

The moment Zhao Feng stepped out of the cave, the smile on the face inside froze. The Tongtian Sect Leader's pupils contracted, his eyes flashing with a cold light, his killing intent sharp as a blade piercing the void—

Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng... You're lucky this time, but next time, you won't be so fortunate.

Outside the cave, just as Zhao Feng pushed open the door to enter the house, a clear female voice came from the eaves:

Senior brother, why are you only returning now?

Chen Yu stood in the courtyard, his face ashen.

Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback: "What happened?"

Chen Yu gritted his teeth: "What else could it be? Your formation of the Golden Core has ruined my meticulously planned scheme to seize the throne!"

"Oh? What kind of bureau?" Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow, his expression calm.

"Hmph! You did all this yourself, why are you pretending to be clueless?" she sneered.

"What did I do?" Zhao Feng shrugged, looking completely bewildered.

"Stop acting! You mixed spirit-corroding powder into the Foundation Establishment Pill I refined! You want to destroy my foundation and cut off my path to enlightenment!" Chen Yu questioned sharply.

Zhao Feng chuckled: "Spirit-corroding powder? Chen Yu, you must have misremembered—if I hadn't refined the pill formula for you and stabilized its medicinal properties, you would have been reduced to ashes in the tribulation. Without me, you wouldn't even be able to step into the sect's gates."

"You...you weren't going to cripple me? Why don't you?" Her voice trembled.

"Cripple you?" Zhao Feng's smile was slightly cold. "Keeping you alive is far more useful than killing you. Whether you're a friend or an enemy, only the living can test my blade—the dead can't speak."

Chen Yu trembled violently, his lips turning white.

Alright, Chen Yu, stop sulking here. The sect assembly is imminent; if we delay any longer and miss the appointed time, no one can afford the consequences.

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader rang out at the right time, unhurried yet carrying an imposing aura.

snort!

She stomped her foot angrily, then turned and followed the Tongtian Sect Leader.

……

Back in the house, Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, palms facing upwards, calming his mind and concentrating.

Several days later, the rampaging and powerful spiritual energy was finally tamed, flowing like a river into the sea, becoming calm and vast.

His aura was restrained, his muscles and bones were like iron, and his divine light was contained within—his peak state had been restored.

Before his breakthrough, Zhao Feng had a premonition that he would soar to great heights, but it was only when he truly stepped into the Golden Core Realm that he understood what it meant to experience a complete upheaval.

His cultivation level jumped directly to a major stage—from the early Foundation Establishment stage, he forcefully broke through the Golden Core stage and stood firmly at the early Golden Core stage. Although it was only a brief burst of power, it was enough to shock people's hearts.

On the path of cultivation, strength is the only true measure; without power, even the best opportunities cannot be seized, and even the deepest Daoist resolve cannot be maintained.

Zhao Feng, are you still in seclusion?

Yes, it was closed for a few days.

Zhao Feng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, slashing directly at the doorway.

"Um... don't close it anymore. You've just advanced to the Golden Core stage, your tribulation is inevitable, we need to return to the mountain before things get too tense." A voice came from outside the door, clear and urgent—it was Chen Yu.

Zhao Feng pushed open the door and stepped out, his body radiating golden light, like flowing molten gold, the pressure of an early-stage Golden Core cultivator silently spreading out. He looked at Chen Yu, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his smile faint yet resolute.

Chen Yu, my cultivation level has returned. Are you still worried that I can't protect myself? If you're really worried, then come with me. His voice was calm and steady, each word landing firmly on the ground, leaving no room for argument.

Chen Yu paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the golden light surging beneath Zhao Feng's robes. He swallowed slightly, then finally nodded: "Since you have regained your Golden Core, I will accompany you."

The two then packed their belongings and stepped out of the valley. Seeing this, the three disciples silently followed, standing at their sides, their silence as still as a frozen pool.

As we emerged from the valley, a vast expanse of mountains came into view. Sunlight slanted through the gaps in the forest, scattering into warm golden hues on the bluestone path, like a thin blanket quietly laid out for parting.

Zhao Feng walked at the front, his steps unhurried, his back straight as a pine tree and as steady as a mountain, his gaze piercing through the layers of mountain shadows, as if he had already seen the foreshadowing of the road ahead.

Chen Yu followed half a step behind him, her heart churning with indescribable emotions—a sense of relief, a hidden worry, and a slight flutter of excitement that she herself was unwilling to discern.