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

Before the dark figure could even turn aside, the lightning spear pierced his chest like a fang tearing the sky! In an instant, thunder roared, mountains trembled, and shockwaves sent hundreds of feet of rubble flying. The spear tip exploded with countless strands of electricity, wildly writhing, drilling, and strangling through his flesh. The sounds of breaking bones and tendons cracked and popped, and blood spurted out like a raging red ribbon, a horrifying sight.

"How...how is this possible?!"

He suddenly turned his head, his pupils contracted sharply, and all the color drained from his face. But in that instant, Chen Yu's figure shone brightly in his eyes, like a blazing sun cleaving through the eternal night.

"Take this!"

Chen Yu's brows were cold and stern. He clenched his fist, and thunderclouds crashed down from the sky, their thunderous energy surging like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, carrying immense force as they surged and crushed. His gaze was like a knife, piercing straight to the other's brow. His aura was overwhelming, and even the heavens seemed to bow and yield in response.

Thunder surged beneath his feet, swirled around his shoulders, and exploded into tiny silver sparks in his hair. The dark clouds were forcibly torn open, and the howling wind whipped up sand and stones, plunging the world into darkness—he stood there, as if the Thunder Emperor, wielding divine punishment, had personally descended, his presence chilling and awe-inspiring, impossible to look directly at.

The mysterious man's eyes widened, his shock still lingering, but a mocking smile suddenly appeared on his lips. Even though half of his body was charred and smoking, he could smell a long-lost familiar scent amidst the excruciating pain, as if two streams of blood were quietly resonating in the shadows.

"You're quite interesting!" He sneered, and a burst of black light surged around him, spreading rapidly like ink dripping into clear water, wrapping his battered body tightly once more. His withered fingertips twitched slightly, emitting a faint glow again.

"BOOM—!!"

The thunderstorm and the black tide collided with a deafening roar, shaking the snow off the peaks and blasting light and shadow into a chaotic daytime. The disciples of the Jie Sect were thrown about, some kneeling and covering their ears, others gritting their teeth and keeping their eyes open—they were truly terrified, yet a flame clearly burned in their eyes.

"We can definitely win!" A boy gripped the dusty cuff of his sleeve, his nails digging into his palm, his voice hoarse yet surprisingly bright.

This duel is far more than just a contest of victory or defeat. It is like a bolt of lightning that cleaves through chaos, illuminating the old shadows and new fires lurking deep within the primordial wilderness—the lightning is dazzling, the black mist is heavy, and where the two clash, the patterns of a contract buried by time are faintly emerging.

As the smoke and dust settled, everyone held their breath and looked up—

The mysterious man lay supine on the scorched earth, his body as black as charcoal, his limbs stiff, and a charred hole in his chest, no longer rising or falling.

"We won! Hahaha!"

Several young disciples jumped up on the spot, not caring that their voices were hoarse from shouting, laughing until tears streamed down their faces, as if they had just rolled back from the gates of hell.

"Is it... really over?" someone murmured, their voice weak and their legs still trembling.

"Too...too strong..." Li Xueqing stared blankly at Chen Yu's back, her lips slightly parted, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. She was one of the top three disciples among the younger generation of the Jie Sect, her cultivation only inferior to Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian.

On a distant cliff, Jiang Ziya's expression was uncertain. He had originally intended to use someone else to do the dirty work, reap the benefits, and seize the opportunities within the Heavenly Treasury. However, the game had collapsed, resulting in a complete defeat; he had even overlooked the unforeseen variables.

"I refuse to accept this—!!"

A piercing scream tore through the silence! The mysterious man's primordial spirit, enveloped in blood flames, burst forth from his body, his eyes bloodshot as hot irons, and he dragged his afterimage toward the disciples of the Intercepting Sect, appearing like a madman.

Terrified, no one dared to fight. They turned and fled into the depths of the dense forest.

"Pfft!" He spat out three mouthfuls of his life essence blood in mid-air, his body swaying like a candle in the wind, on the verge of disintegrating.

"Kid, run!"

A clear, resonant voice suddenly rang out, powerful yet gentle, striking straight to the heart. All the disciples stopped in their tracks, turning around in astonishment—

Clad in flowing white robes, with white hair and a youthful face, his kind expression conveyed an undeniable authority. He was none other than Guang Chengzi, the foremost of the eight disciples under the Tongtian Sect Master.

"Master...Master?" Li Xueqing choked and blurted out.

"Still standing there? Let's go!" Guang Chengzi's beard and hair fluttered slightly, his voice like a golden chime.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they turned and fled as fast as lightning. It turned out that this senior had been hiding in the shadows all along; no wonder they couldn't find him anywhere.

"Master, why help an outsider? Is he... worth risking your life for?" Li Xueqing paused, turned around and asked urgently.

"What do you know? He is the embodiment of Pangu's primordial spirit, a saint of blood, not to be trifled with! Anyone who harms him in the slightest will incur the wrath of Heaven—not a single member of the Jie Sect will escape!" Guang Chengzi shouted sternly, a hint of anxiety flashing between his brows. "Enough, enough, let this battle end! We'll settle this another day!"

Before he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and shot off like an arrow into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, clearly rushing to report to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

"Hmph!" The mysterious man let out a cold snort, and his entire body suddenly exploded into a streak of black lightning, piercing straight into the sky.

The white-clad youth remained motionless, standing in mid-air, his gaze sharp as a blade, coldly sweeping across the surroundings before finally settling on the afterimage of the man tearing through the sky.

"Buzz—"

The heavens and earth trembled suddenly, as if the bell of the beginning of chaos had resounded, shaking the mountains and dispersing the clouds.

Chen Yu's anger flared, and his gaze, like an ice pick, pierced the retreating black light.

His pupils suddenly blazed brightly, like two blazing suns breaking through the dawn, piercing the void and causing it to crackle and distort. Strands of golden light, like blades that cleaved the heavens, traversed the sky, and wherever they passed, space crumbled inch by inch.

"Sizzle!"

A crimson spear shot out from between his eyebrows, piercing through the void in an instant and heading straight for the back of the mysterious man's head—the spear was not forged from flesh and blood, but was condensed from the true fire of a soul that had burned away all thoughts. As soon as it appeared, it stirred up a monstrous wave of soul energy, making people's minds and souls tremble.

"boom!"

The dark shadow shattered instantly, and thick, ink-like Yin energy surged outwards, engulfing half the sky in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

A dark gourd hung high in the sky, its entire body shrouded in a sinister aura. Countless dark gold chains of runes emerged from nothingness, wrapping around the gourd and locking it tightly.

"This...is Master Tongtian's most treasured artifact!" Many disciples of the Jie Sect exclaimed in shock—the gourd's aura was as deep as an abyss, as if it could suppress all the heavens and myriad worlds with a single opening and closing.

"laugh--"

The crimson spear once again swept across the sky, its tip trembling as the demonic mist exploded like paper, sending scorching waves crashing forward. The void sizzled and twisted as if boiling water was being steamed, a terrifying sight.

"Thump!"

The black gourd suddenly trembled, and a vast, star-like power erupted, sweeping over the spear like a raging tide. It instantly enveloped the spear and twisted it violently—the spear groaned and flew backward for hundreds of miles, its light dimming.

"roar--!"

A deafening roar ripped through the sky, and a ferocious beast descended from the heavens, its fangs menacing, its claws tearing the wind, its menacing power pressing down on the crowd.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled violently, as if an ancient god-king was beating his chest, causing people's hearts to tremble.

It was a silver-scaled unicorn! It was a hundred feet long, and its armor was as bright as molten gold. Each scale seemed to be cast from the essence of stars. Its fierce aura was like a knife, cutting one's cheeks painfully.

It soared to the top of the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings. With a flap of its wings, the gale-force winds were like blades, causing the disciples of the Jie Sect to twitch their faces, snot and tears streaming down their faces. They all covered their heads and fled in chaos.

Behind it, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out, surrounded by a hazy divine light, holding a heavy purple-gold hammer, like a true dragon descending to earth, with an imposing aura.

With each step, the ground cracked like a spider web, and the roar was like thunder.

This person is none other than Guang Chengzi, a fierce general of the Jie Sect and a direct disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master. He is full of fierce fighting spirit and has already received seven or eight parts of the Tongtian Sect Master's true teachings.