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

The golden-armored man looked down at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Even if you train desperately for a hundred years, you still can't withstand the erosion of time."

Chen Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, wishing he could tear the man to pieces.

"Little brat, obediently enter my belly and become nourishment!" The golden-armored man grinned and roared, his huge mouth suddenly opening wide, his white fangs gleaming coldly, as he lunged down to bite Chen Yu.

This is his famous Devouring Heaven Technique—swallowing all things alive and refining their essence.

He once swallowed a Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, a Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi Mushroom, and a Spiritual Treasure in one gulp, using these to forcibly elevate his cultivation level.

However, this evil technique came at a terrible price: he cut off his own lifespan to gain combat power, but as a result, his foundation collapsed, and his strength declined instead of increasing, ultimately trapping him in this palace for a full thousand years.

As Chen Yu stared at the approaching, gaping maw, a chill ran down his spine and his hair stood on end.

He knew very well that if he were truly swallowed, even his soul would be chewed up and refined.

"boom!"

A burst of crimson and blue flames suddenly erupted from his body, the fire waves rolled, the heat waves scorched the air, and the temperature of the entire hall soared.

The golden-armored man froze abruptly, his facial muscles contorted, and his armor sizzled and cracked.

He tried to rush forward, but was blocked by a layer of pale blue flames. With each step he took, his flesh felt as if it were being fried in oil.

He roared to the sky, his body erupting with crimson light as he tried to repel the flames. But the fire grew stronger and fiercer with each suppression, as if it possessed a spirit and wouldn't let go of him.

Chen Yu was shocked. He had actually touched the threshold of the Law of Fire in a desperate situation!

"call--!"

He puffed out his cheeks and blew, and a stream of crimson fire shot out like a venomous python emerging from its cave, carrying the force to burn everything in its path, straight towards the face of the golden-armored man!

"Damn it!" the golden-armored man roared, his hands moving rapidly, instantly forming a thick, yellowish-brown barrier that was viscous like paste and heavy as a mountain.

But the crimson flames did not stop, and with a hiss, they melted through the barrier, like a hot knife cutting through fat, and plunged fiercely into his chest!

"Sizzle—sizzle—!"

Flames licked at the armor, producing a piercing crackling sound, and the golden armor peeled off and melted away layer by layer.

"Awooo—!" The golden-armored man roared and struggled wildly, waving his arms wildly, but the crimson fire had already penetrated his muscles, like a carbuncle clinging to the bone, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried.

The mysterious golden-armored man's body suddenly convulsed, his muscles bulged and his bones dislocated, as if countless fire snakes were tearing at his skin.

The crimson flames, like living things, burrowed into his seven orifices, blood vessels, and bone marrow, crackling and popping like withered branches bursting in a blazing furnace.

Chen Yu's eyes were icy cold as he stood as still as an iron-cast monument. He stared at the other's writhing and wailing appearance, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

The will forged by the Tongtian Sect Leader himself had long been rid of any weakness, and he always had only the intention to crush his enemies, without a trace of pity.

The fierce roar gradually faded into hoarseness, the voice scorched by the flames into a hissing stream; the tall figure rapidly withered and shrank, the golden armor peeled off piece by piece, the flesh curled and charred inch by inch, and finally turned into a handful of burning ashes, emitting a pungent, burnt stench.

Chen Yu waved his hand to extinguish the remaining flames, his face calm as still as a deep well, as if what had just been burned was nothing more than a piece of rotten wood.

He sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing to heal his injuries. Although the injuries had not damaged his health, he needed to rest and recuperate.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and got up. A dark shadow flashed in his eyes—the Sage Zhunti had just warned him: a powerful figure was rapidly approaching, with an unfathomable aura, and it was very likely that a Quasi-Sage had arrived in person.

Zhunti instructed him not to resist and to relax his mind. Chen Yu nodded in agreement, but his fingertips had already quietly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Before the words were finished, an immense pressure crashed down, causing the heavens and earth to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and imposing figure descended from the sky, his robes unmoved and the wind still—it was none other than the Sage Zhunti.

Zhunti's gaze was like a double-edged sword, piercing straight at Chen Yu: "Chen Yu, today, your life is meant to end."

Chen Yu was deeply shocked, and his throat tightened slightly. He never expected that this saint would actually descend in person, and with such murderous intent, clearly coming for him.

Could it be that Maitreya's words are true? Does Zhunti really intend to kill him with his own hands?

Before the thought had even settled, Zhunti had already struck with his palm—so fast it tore through the air, leaving no room for reaction.

"Bang!" Chen Yu's sternum trembled violently, and his whole body crashed into the stone wall like a kite with a broken string, causing the bricks and stones to shatter.

"Cough..." He choked on a mouthful of fishy-sweet taste, a glaring red trail running down his lips.

"How ruthless!" His pupils contracted sharply, and his heart went numb. That palm strike seemed casual, but it was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, causing his internal organs to shift and his meridians to throb.

But in that instant when his blood and qi surged, he suddenly realized—this was not the real person! It was an avatar of a saint!

We can fight!

A dragon's roar pierced the air, and a five-clawed golden dragon leaped out from his back, its body coiling like a pillar, supporting him as he landed steadily.

He looked up at Zhunti in the void, his brows sharp and fierce.

"Hahaha! Old man Zhunti, thank you for your generous gift! It really is just an avatar—you are quite generous to give me a saintly avatar to practice my cultivation. I accept this gift!" He laughed loudly, each word resounding.

Although he did not witness the sage take action, he knew from the sight of Maitreya Buddha raising his hand to suppress the mountain and Dipankara Buddha's words becoming law that the sage's power was far beyond what even the Great Luo could fathom.

"My distinctions are trivial," Zhunti said indifferently. "If you wish to live, immediately lay down your weapons and surrender, and follow this humble monk on his journey to the West to seek enlightenment."

"Pah!" Chen Yu spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. "I, Chen Yu, am an upright man, unyielding and incorruptible. How could I possibly be a lackey for you?"

"Stubborn fool!" Zhunti coldly rebuked, raising his right hand again, golden light bursting forth from his palm, his magical power surging like a river bursting its banks, determined to crush him into dust on the spot.

"Buzz—" A golden light flashed! A magnificent longsword appeared out of thin air to block the attack, its blade clanging, steadily deflecting the earth-shattering blow.

"Clang—!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, causing the roof tiles to peel off in a flurry, and the entire palace to tremble.

Zhunti stared at the sharp blade hanging in front of Chen Yu, his expression hardening. He recognized it—it was a supreme innate treasure bestowed by the Tongtian Sect Master, one of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

"What a fine sword!" His eyes gleamed, his greed undisguised.

"Whoosh!" The sword light suddenly burst forth, transforming into a golden rainbow that tore through the void, heading straight for Zhunti's throat!

Zhunti's expression changed, and his figure instantly became a blur, leaving only a wisp of his robe floating in the air.

"Boom—!" The longsword pierced the earth, and the violent energy exploded, causing the ground to crack like a spider web, smoke and dust to rise into the sky, and the mountain rocks to tremble incessantly.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Four blazing white sword lights suddenly rose up, illuminating an area of ​​a hundred feet. Thousands of sword energies poured down like a torrential rain, densely packed, all heading towards Zhunti's location!

"Clang! Clang! Clang..." Zhunti's whisk moved like lightning, its silver threads dancing wildly, scattering the sharp sword beams in all directions.

Chen Yu's eyes were like ice, piercing straight at the Sage Zhunti. His mind trembled, and three dark lights suddenly split open at his fingertips—the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, the Immortal Trapping Sword, and the Immortal Annihilation Sword appeared one after another, their blades humming, their killing intent tearing through the air.

"Slash!" He uttered a single word, and the three swords roared together, transforming into three beams of cold light that tore through the sky and split the earth, carrying immense force, and piercing straight into the brow of the Sage Zhunti.

The sage Zhunti's face was ashen, and with a flick of his whisk, silver threads surged like a waterfall, forcefully clashing against four peerless and deadly weapons.

"boom--!"

Metal and steel clashed, light burst forth, dazzling as if the sun had fallen. The bluestone beneath the feet of the Sage Zhunti crumbled inch by inch, and he staggered back seven steps, his robes fluttering wildly.

His heart surged with rage—this mere youth, with a mere innate spiritual treasure, had forced him to back down and lose face!

"Crack!" He stomped his foot suddenly, and the void beneath his feet abruptly collapsed, a ring of gray-white ripples spreading outwards, distorting and trembling the light wherever it passed.

Chen Yu felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and the aura of death seemed to pierce his very bones.

"Return!" He urged his mind frantically, and the four swords of Zhuxian instantly turned back, their blades overlapping to form a continuously spinning crimson-gold sword wheel that lay horizontally in front of him.

"Bang!!"

The deafening roar shattered the sword wheel, and the four swords wailed as they flew backward. Chen Yu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood spurted out, his face instantly turning ashen.