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

Fairy Taiyuan nodded slightly, her eyes flashing with approval—with her leading the way, no matter how fierce the evil spirits were, they wouldn't be able to take a single step forward.

Chen Yu remained silent, but an unyielding flame had ignited in his eyes.

He knew that today's victory was merely the opening of a new chapter; the road ahead was longer and more perilous. As a cultivator, he was destined to use his spine as a pillar and his flesh and blood as a wall.

Back then, when the demonic calamity pressed down, three thousand illusory immortals risked their lives to set up an array, and the Creator True Man burned his body to continue the heavens. The chosen ones followed one after another, and they managed to pull the earth back from the brink of the abyss.

Now it's their turn—knife in hand, life on their shoulders, blood still hot, steps unwavering.

"You win!" A hoarse roar suddenly erupted from deep within the mountain wall; it was Lightning Tyrant.

"Hmm?" Su Zhen, dressed in black, raised an eyebrow and her gaze sharpened. She saw a figure shoot out from the crevice of the rock like lightning—in an instant, he was standing firmly three steps away from her.

At this moment, Lightning Tyrant was emaciated, his robes were charred and torn, his skin was bluish-gray, his hair stood on end like withered grass, and his entire face was blackened by soot, looking like charcoal freshly pulled from the stove.

His shoulders were hunched, and his breathing was heavy; there was no trace of the arrogant spirit he had previously displayed.

The immortals looked at each other, bewildered and uncertain; only Yao Ji stood still, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she had expected this all along.

"You flatter me." Su Zhen, dressed in black, clasped her hands in a fist salute, her voice clear and cool without any arrogance.

Lightning Tyrant's Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded heavily: "I admit defeat!" He paused, then whispered, "I lost." With that, he turned and left, his feet barely touching the ground as he rushed towards the edge of the cliff.

Elder Yaoji immediately raised her sleeve and ordered the fairy maids of Yaochi Palace to quickly fetch the Jade Marrow Ointment and Cold Spring Dew, and follow closely behind.

Lightning Tyrant rushed to the edge of the cliff, looked up at the void, and shouted, "White-clad lady, please wait!"

Su Zhen, dressed in black, hesitated for a moment, then slowly followed, stopping beside him, and asked in a calm voice, "Is there anything else?"

"I recognize you." His voice was hoarse, but every word was clear.

"Oh?" Her eyes flickered slightly.

"I've heard of your deeds far and wide. In that battle, you braved the calamity to save me—I will remember this kindness." He paused, his gaze intense. "Miss in white, I have a favor to ask of you."

Su Zhen, dressed in black, gazed at him silently, her expression unchanged: "Speak."

Lightning Tyrant gritted his teeth and spat out, "One day, I will settle things with you fair and square."

She chuckled softly and shook her head: "There's no need to talk about that now. This was just a friendly spar—no one gained the upper hand, and no one took advantage of anyone. What do you think?"

"Understood!" He grinned, his face covered in scorch marks, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light. "I'm leaving. The mountains and rivers remain, and we'll fight again someday!"

"Please go ahead." Su Zhen, dressed in black, nodded, turned and left, the hem of her robe fluttering silently in the night wind.

The turmoil was thus resolved. She returned to her cave and sat down to talk with her disciples.

There was no joy on her face, for she knew in her heart that this was merely a threshold, not the end. Danger lurked ahead, and the slightest relaxation would lead to utter destruction.

As night fell, long tables were already set up in the square, the aroma of wine wafting through the air, and the lamplight flickering.

As everyone raised their glasses in celebration, a deep, swirling vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, from which rolled out a vast, ancient voice that shook the mountains and rocks: "Cultivators, listen carefully! An ancient divine decree has been issued, and a trial has begun—only those with wills of iron and bones of steel can pass this test!"

A chill ran down everyone's spine, and their hearts trembled. Everyone knew: this was not the end of a victory celebration, but the beginning of the true path of cultivation.

Chen Yu and the golden-armored man exchanged a glance. Without a word, the raging fire in their eyes had already burned away, replaced by hesitation.

He changed into his silver-scaled battle armor, the plates of which shone brightly in the moonlight. He sat upright in the main seat, his figure as straight as a pine tree.

Fairy Taiyuan smiled faintly, her eyes sparkling like a river of stars. Gazing at the gleaming armor, she seemed to see a war god descending in a blaze of light—a majestic presence that was impossible to look directly at.

Behind them, their master stood with his hands behind his back, while the disciples of the Jie Sect stood in solemn formation, shoulder to shoulder, their backs straight as bows, their eyes like torches, their silent yet surging fighting spirit overwhelming them.

The divine test will ultimately refine them into true gold; and from this moment on, their names will be engraved in the annals of heaven and earth.

Chen Yu looked up at the sky, his eyes showing no hesitation, only a calm and unwavering sharpness. He slowly inhaled, his chest surging with passion and a sense of responsibility.

The Fairy Taiyuan raised her sleeve and waved it lightly, and the sound of string and wind instruments rose in response, clear and melodious, reaching into the clouds.

In an instant, laughter and chatter filled the air, and sleeves fluttered in the breeze. The Dragon Girl spun like a flowing cloud, her skirt billowing in the wind; the disciples clapped their hands and sang, their footsteps thundering, their cheers soaring to the heavens.

The master sat quietly on the high platform, his gaze fixed on Chen Yu's back, gentle yet resolute. In his heart, he was clear: this man would surely become a pillar of strength; this team would eventually shatter the gloom and etch the name of the Jie Sect into the eternal sky.

The celebratory fireworks had not yet faded when Chen Yu stood in the center of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over familiar faces. His heart felt as if it had been struck by a warm current—not a fleeting joy, but a heavy sense of entrustment and trust.

He knew perfectly well that without everyone's desperate protection and all-out assistance, this victory would have been swept away by the wind and shattered into dust long ago. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, and silently vowed: until his cultivation reached its peak, his protection would never cease.

The revelry lasted all night, the campfire crackling until the stars began to set in the west, before the noise gradually faded away. Chen Yu looked up at the Milky Way flowing across the inky blue sky, his heart filled with no sign of slackening, only a burning fighting spirit surging within him.

This primordial world shows no mercy; the next battle may be lurking in the shadows, grinding its teeth. He's not afraid; he only hopes it will come even more fiercely.

As the morning light pierced the clouds, he stood atop the mountain. The mountain wind howled, making his silver armor clang, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light, like two unquenchable flames, facing the rising sun and the razor-sharp tomorrow.

Behind him, a group of senior brothers and sisters stood silently in formation. The afterglow of last night's great victory still surged in their blood, but the shadow of the life-or-death ordeal had long been left behind.

In their eyes, there was only one word—powerful! Powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world!

Breakfast was laid out steaming hot: thick white chicken soup with chewy noodles, fluffy and soft steamed buns with milky aroma, and bamboo baskets piled high with jujube paste pastries, osmanthus cakes, and pepper-salt biscuits, along with several plates of refreshing side dishes in green and red.

The group gathered around the campfire, drinking soup from rough earthenware bowls, gnawing on steamed buns with oil glistening on their fingertips. The aroma of the fire, mixed with the morning dew, created a comforting sweetness on their lips and teeth.

"We won!" Jin Wenjun was the first to jump up, her voice clear and bright.

She leaped with joy like a fledgling bird testing its wings for the first time, then pounced on Suzhen in black, grabbing her arm and her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Sister Suzhen! I'm so happy for you! You were so cool—Master praised yesterday's battle, saying it was fought cleanly and efficiently, not even the tip of the Demon King's tail escaped!"

She still has a very childlike personality.

Su Zhen, dressed in black, smiled faintly, neither taking credit nor declining. "However..." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice deepened, "This is just the beginning; the real show is yet to come."

I can smell the approaching, more ferocious beastly breath. Now, I need all of you to move immediately.