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

The mysterious man's voice was hoarse, like bones scraping the ground, filled with an intense, unyielding resentment and mockery.

His skeletal form swirled in the air, unleashing a torrent of malevolent spirits that surged forth as a black tide, crashing down upon Chen Yu and Taiyi Zhenjun. A mournful wail pierced their eardrums, drilling into their very consciousness, causing their hearts and minds to tremble with agony.

"Burn to ashes and be reborn!" Chen Yu's mind raced like lightning, and the Law of Fire exploded with a roar. Scorching red flames burst forth from his palm, condensing into the shape of a dragon, which raised its head and roared to meet the torrent of the dead.

The magical power surged like a river bursting its banks, and the flames intertwined into a net, instantly spreading out a sea of ​​fire that blazed across the sky. The intense light burned through the darkness that clung to the surrounding area, illuminating every corner.

At the same time, Taiyi Zhenjun had already shattered the blood waves and ascended to the summit of the corpse mountain. His rage boiled like surging magma, and his fists, imbued with immense thunder, slammed fiercely into the core of the corpse mountain. Golden light burst from his fists, like a thousand golden ropes binding the entire sea of ​​blood and corpse mountain tightly.

"Shatter!" His words thundered. Before the words were even finished, his figure suddenly rose a hundred feet into the air, his fist intent crashing down like a meteorite falling to earth, smashing into the heart of the mountain of corpses! The mountain convulsed violently, then cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures, collapsed with a thunderous roar, blood waves surged back, and pieces of corpses flew everywhere.

The mysterious man's face turned deathly pale.

He unleashed three consecutive moves of Soul Annihilation, each move shaking heaven and earth.

But those fierce spirits, upon colliding with the golden body of Taiyi Zhenjun and the fire dragon summoned by Chen Yu, dissipated instantly, like snow meeting the scorching sun. He blocked several attacks, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, his arms trembling slightly, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

Although this person's magic was unpredictable and ruthless, he was ultimately no match for the combined might of Taiyi Zhenjun and the Tongbi Ape.

Just as the mysterious man was about to retreat, the Blood Demon Elder silently flashed behind Taiyi Zhenjun, his withered palm wrapped in yin wind, and struck his vital acupoint!

Taiyi Zhenjun's pupils shrank suddenly, his waist twisted, and his backhand punch exploded like a thunderclap, heading straight for the Blood Demon Elder!

Two immense forces collided violently—BOOM!!!

A deafening explosion tore through the sky, and the aftershocks swept outwards, causing the snow accumulated in the cave to surge into the sky, turning into thousands of snow waves.

The Blood Demon Elder staggered backward and flew backward, while Taiyi Zhenjun also retreated three steps, the stone slab beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

At that very moment, the mysterious man vanished without a trace.

"Oh no!" Taiyi Zhenjun's heart sank, and he exclaimed in a low voice.

"Hahaha..." A burst of wild laughter suddenly exploded in the void, causing the blood mist to surge and boil: "Today, none of you will live! You tore apart my Blood Demon Banner? Very well! Then I'll use your souls and flesh to fill this sea of ​​blood and mountain of corpses—refined to ashes, turned to smoke, never to be reborn!"

Laughter, mingled with the stench of blood, echoed through the thick fog of blood, lingering for a long time.

"Senior brother, what should we do?" Taiyi Zhenjun's voice was strained, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He is always decisive and efficient. When faced with danger, his heart leaps into his throat, as if the sky is about to collapse at any moment.

The long-armed ape stepped forward, its robes fluttering, and said in a deep voice, "This humble monk will hold him off; you must quickly protect the young master and help him escape!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden alms bowl rose from his palm and spun rapidly with a buzzing sound.

The alms bowl spun faster and faster, and in an instant, it burst forth with ten thousand blazing golden rays, like a blazing sun exploding in the sky, engulfing the entire churning and roaring sea of ​​blood and mountain of corpses!

The golden light was dazzling, as bright as molten gold being poured out.

Where the waves of light passed, the vengeful spirits and vengeful souls all crumbled, and the shrieks stopped abruptly; the waves of blood froze, and the mountain of corpses stood frozen, as if it had been pressed firmly to the spot by an invisible giant hand!

The mysterious man's arms were bulging with veins, and his magical power poured into the formation like a burst dam, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, without any response.

His face was ashen, his lips were bluish-black, and a trickle of black blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth—clearly, the backlash had penetrated his internal organs, and his very foundation was damaged!

The gibbon gritted its teeth, sweat mixed with blood rolling down its forehead, and its hand seals became more and more ruthless, its bones cracking as it forced its cultivation into the alms bowl, suppressing the restless source of blood evil!

Taiyi Zhenjun flashed to the side of the Vajra Bracelet, his five fingers like hooks, and suddenly gripped it!

This ancient treasure was icy to the touch, yet it trembled violently in his palm, as if a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a thousand years had suddenly opened its eyes.

He drew up his dantian, and his magical power surged like a raging river bursting its dam, pouring into the Vajra Bracelet—his robes billowed in the wind, his veins bulged, and even the pebbles beneath his feet vibrated with a buzzing sound!

The sea of ​​blood and mountain of corpses then convulsed violently, as if struggling in its death throes.

"Young Master!" Taiyi Zhenjun's voice was hoarse and sharp as a knife.

But Chen Yu was locked in a fierce battle with the fire dragon—the fire dragon twisted its claws and tore through the air, its roar deafening. The surrounding undead, driven by its malevolent aura, roared even more fiercely and frantically. Ghostly figures loomed in the black mist, and killing intent surged towards them like a tidal wave.

Flames raged to the sky, and the stench of death corroded bones; two forces tore at the entire space.

Chen Yu's pupils burned with fire, and his back was ramrod straight.

He glanced at the gibbon's forehead, which was streaked with blood and sweat, and then noticed the dark red cracks spreading along the edge of the blood-soaked mountain of corpses—his heart blazed with rage and killing intent surged: "If this drags on any longer, Master and Senior Brother will be dragged into this blood pit!"

"Flames return to their origin, a hundred dragons pay homage!"

His tongue roared like thunder, and the true fire within his body surged back. Dozens of fire dragons in the air responded and gathered, coiling and swarming, instantly condensing into a crimson tornado that could burn the eight wastelands. With the force of thunder, it crashed straight into the horde of the dead!

Boom—!

Flames exploded, fire waves surged skyward, and the screams of agony were instantly swallowed up.

Just then, Taiyi Zhenjun's cry cleaved through the flames: "Young Master, quickly lend me a hand! The Vajra Bracelet only recognizes your bloodline!"

His face was pale, his fingertips trembled, and the Vajra Bracelet hummed softly in his palm, its golden light leaping and surging like a living thing, as if it were anxiously calling out.

"Senior brother, here we come!" Chen Yu shouted, his toes touching the ground, and the fire dragon vortex rose into the air with him, wrapped in scorching wind, like a long red-gold rainbow, shooting straight at the Vajra Bracelet!

"Catch it!" Taiyi Zhenjun thrust his arms forward, and the moment the Vajra Bracelet left his hand, golden light surged three zhang, humming like a dragon's roar, hovering quietly, waiting for Chen Yu to grasp it.

"Quick!" The long-armed ape roared, its whiskers and hair bristling. Flames danced wildly around it, and golden light flowed between its fingers. The two intertwined and rose, tearing open a flickering gap in the air, as if to swallow the blood-fiend evil array whole!

Chen Yu stood within the gate of light, his ten fingers gripping the Vajra Bracelet tightly, his chest heaving violently, a scorching breath churning in his throat. He roared silently in his heart: "With my true fire as my blade, I will burn away this eternal filth!"

Before the words were finished, the Vajra Bracelet suddenly hummed, its golden light exploding and merging with the surging crimson flames within its body—BOOM! A beam of blazing white light, like a molten star, tore through the void, carrying immense force, and pierced straight into the heart of the sea of ​​blood and mountain of corpses!

"Slash!" His eyes were bloodshot, his divine sense was like a knife, and the flames all over his body seemed to awaken the fighting spirit that had been dormant for thousands of years. The raging flames surged like iron cavalry charging, carrying the power to burn the sky, and rushed towards the long-suppressed mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood like a raging tide.

In the distance, the mysterious man's maniacal laughter resumed, but it was like a taut spider web about to snap—hoarse and withered, no longer displaying its previous arrogance.