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

"Now that you have mastered the Sword Spirit Pact," the Tongtian Sect Master flipped his palm, and a sword-shaped phantom with flowing silver light leaped out, "I will personally impart this sword essence to you."

Chen Yu's breath hitched, his heart churning.

The sword spirit was merely a fleeting introduction to him, not the foundation of the Great Dao; but what the Tongtian Sect Master imparted was the purest and most complete sword dao torch since the beginning of time—for him, it was like seeing the sun after the clouds had parted, and ascending to heaven in one step.

"Thank you, Master!" He prostrated himself again, his forehead touching the ground, his voice choked with emotion yet firm.

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded, his voice low and solemn: "The sword spirit is not ordinary iron; it is a fierce blade that has swallowed lightning tribulations and drunk star marrow. Wherever its edge points, all laws are shattered."

You must tread carefully, without the slightest slackening.

These words were spoken to Chen Yu.

"I will remember this," Chen Yu replied, bowing his head and straightening his back.

The Master of the Heavens flipped his right palm, and a cluster of ghostly flames rose from the tip of his index finger—as black as ink, yet pulsating with dark gold patterns. The flame suddenly swelled, then condensed into an ancient ring, its surface adorned with faint, chaotic cloud-like characters.

He said: "Chen Yu, this is the Chaos Storage Ring that I have carried with me for many years. It contains all the insights I have gained in my life, including a Spirit Refining Technique and a set of Sword Control Techniques, both of which come from the ancient scroll 'Nine Revolutions of Chaos'."

These two methods, one for nourishing the soul and the other for slaying calamities, you must chew on every word and understand every sentence thoroughly—I hope you will forge your own path and establish a unique sword sect!

Chen Yu lowered his knees slightly and nodded heavily.

The Tongtian Sect Leader raised the corners of his lips slightly, flicked his finger, and the ring transformed into a stream of light, disappearing deep into Chen Yu's brow.

Thank you so much, Master!

Chen Yu prostrated himself three times, then rose with a gust of wind in his sleeves and turned to leave the Tongtian Hall.

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He exhaled a long breath, his chest heaving, his heart pounding. The Taiyi Grotto-Heaven was finally before him.

Master, your disciple will certainly live up to your expectations.

The words in my heart were burning hot, and even before they were uttered, they were already deafening.

Chen Yu, enter the Taiyi Cave Heaven immediately. Remember—not a single brick, tile, blade of grass, or tree in the cave should be moved or touched without permission, otherwise the array's core will collapse, and the backlash will be immediate. The Tongtian Sect Master's voice, like the tolling of a bell, directly struck his sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Yu tensed up and immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute: "This disciple will never forget!"

He opened his palm, took out the ring formed from black flames, and examined it repeatedly.

Huh? This pattern...it looks familiar.

My fingertips caressed the ring's surface, a cool sensation seeping into my skin. Those twisted, chaotic engravings suddenly aligned perfectly with a scene from my memory—

That's right! It's the old ring that I found in the corner of Master's personal space!

His pupils constricted sharply, and he blurted out, "Master actually gave me this ring?!"

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry. "But it's clearly an old artifact that Master himself sealed away... Why wasn't it used? Why was it handed to me instead? Could it be... that he's afraid I'll inadvertently uncover his hidden trump card?"

Once the thought arises, it grows wildly like vines, becoming increasingly entangled.

No wonder my master treated me so well—it turns out that long before I showed my talent, he had already seen the sword light soaring into the sky in my destiny.

Chen Yu gripped the ring tightly, his palms slightly sweaty. Without further hesitation, he took a deep breath and stepped towards the entrance of Taiyi Cave Heaven.

The stone gate slid open silently, and the world unfolded before us—a thousand peaks were lush and green, waterfalls hung like silver, and the mountain mist, carrying the scent of pine resin and clear spring water, rushed towards us, as if even our lungs had been cleansed and made clear.

He stepped in with his toes barely touching the ground, his robes not even fluttering, yet the sword spirit was already humming softly in its sheath, vibrating and humming. A very thin silver line emerged from the hilt, leaving a fleeting sword mark in the air.

Walking slowly along the moss-covered stone path, before long, a breathtaking view suddenly opens up before you: an endless expanse of green fields stretches to the horizon, exotic flowers sway, their stamens exuding rainbow colors; in the distance, dozens of fiery horses gallop like fire, their manes burning with crimson-gold flames, their hooves scorching the grass and sending up wisps of white smoke.

The Fiery Steed, the guardian spirit beast of Taiyi Cave Heaven, is capable of burning mountains and boiling seas; its presence is rarely seen, even after a hundred years. Chen Yu's eyes lit up, and a fighting spirit quietly surged within him—perfect for testing his sword.

He gave a low shout, and the sword spirit responded by being drawn from its sheath. A flash of cold light appeared, and a double-edged sword appeared in the air, its blade like the moon's reflection in a cold pool, its tip emitting a silver glint, like the sharp whistle of a meteor before it falls to earth.

He leaped up, so fast he tore through the air, transforming into a silvery-white afterimage as he pounced on the herd of horses. The fiery horses raised their heads in unison, neighing loudly and spewing forth two streams of lava-like flames from their nostrils, instantly causing the ground to crack and smoke.

The battle was about to begin. Chen Yu moved with the agility of a startled swan, his swordplay unconventional, each move timed precisely when the Fiery Horse shifted its stance to catch its breath.

Sword energy swept across the land, cutting through wind and severing flames; the blazing steed moved with lightning speed, its crimson flames forming a net that enveloped everything.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, twisting his waist, his longsword slashing diagonally, the silver light cleaving through the curtain of fire, aiming straight for the leader of the fiery steeds's forehead, its most dangerous spot. Where the sword passed, the flames surged backward, and sparks exploded into a shower of stars.

After a fierce battle that lasted for half an incense stick's time, the last fiery horse neighed and knelt down, its crimson flames gradually dying down.

Chen Yu sheathed his sword, his knuckles still slightly numb. A warm current surged quietly within his dantian, and his sword intent became three parts more fierce and seven parts more harmonious than before—clearly a sign of a loosening of his cultivation level.

Standing on the vast meadow, Chen Yu looked up, his gaze piercing the distant sky, his blood surging like a tide.

He knew that the trial before him was only the prologue—the heart of Taiyi Cave Heaven held countless secrets, perils, and opportunities.

A surge of emotion welled up within him. He clenched his fists and made a silent vow: he must firmly establish himself at the threshold of the Jie Sect, live up to the heavy trust placed in him by the Tongtian Sect Master, and forge every inch of his bones and every inch of his consciousness into something as sharp as a blade.

The scenery of Taiyi Grotto Heaven is dazzling and magnificent, a success!

He walked alone across the grassland for three days and nights, encountering neither ambushes nor any extraordinary encounters. Yet, the calmer the place, the more tense he became—this world was ruthless, and deadly intent often lurked in the silence.

He quickened his pace, encountering several groups of cultivators along the way. Each of them had gleaming eyes and bulging sleeves, clearly there for the treasure. They exchanged a few words, nodded slightly, and passed each other without any intention of killing.

Upon reaching the foot of a precipice, Chen Yu suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on the rugged cliff face ahead.

At the base of the cliff, a round stone platform lies quietly, with a ring of crimson lava slowly flowing around its edge, like a living thing breathing. In the center of the lava, a deep pool of water floats.

The pool surface is covered with colorful algae, in shades of red, orange, blue, and purple, swaying gently with the waves; among the algae, a group of shimmering fish dart and leap, their tail fins flicking out tiny golden glints.

Those fish were translucent, their scales shimmering with iridescent light; they were clearly spirit fish that had been raised for a hundred years.

Chen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and saliva quietly dripped down his throat—if he could gather these algae and refine them into Condensing Essence Paste or Tempering Meridian Powder, his cultivation would surely advance another level.

On his way to the fifth mountain peak, the burning thirst in his heart to seize the treasure grew hotter and heavier.

The peaks and ridges may seem ordinary, but in reality, they are full of traps and hidden dangers. There is no easy path on the road of cultivation.

As he climbed to the waist of the fourth peak, a clear and exotic fragrance suddenly wafted over, resembling orchids yet not quite, refreshing and invigorating. Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he followed the scent into a narrow cave entrance.