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

This was transformed from the innate Bodhi tree, a seedling of destiny planted by the Bodhi Patriarch himself.

During his cultivation journey, it quietly absorbed and exhaled the primordial energy from all directions, gushing forth like a living spring, silently supporting Chen Yu as he broke through his cultivation realm.

Over the years, they have been together day and night, and it has become as natural as breathing for him, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

At this moment, Chen Yu stood in the center of the Bodhi phantom, surrounded by a layer of warm light. His eyes were as clear as the first dew of dawn, yet as deep as an ancient well containing stars, exuding both compassion and sharpness.

A surge of vitality burst forth from the tree's core, permeating his limbs and bones, making his aura even more refined and otherworldly, as if he were a banished immortal descending from the clouds.

The Buddha's pupils contracted sharply, a look of surprise and doubt flashing across his eyes—he had thought the disciple was just an ordinary member of the Jie Sect, but who would have thought he possessed such an extraordinary foundation! His fingertips tightened slightly, his back straightened quietly, and he dared not show the slightest disrespect.

Chen Yu's shoulders trembled slightly, and the surrounding airflow suddenly contracted, condensing into a circle of golden light as thin as a cicada's wing, like a newly cast Buddhist statue, solemn and inviolable.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he silently chanted an incantation as his lips parted. Suddenly, he rose half an inch in height, his aura as powerful as the tolling of an ancient bell, exuding an awe-inspiring and unassailable majesty.

The Buddha narrowed his eyes, alarm bells ringing in his mind—this aura was too strange! It was neither the sword-wielding thunder and energy commonly used by the Jie Sect, nor the compassionate vows of orthodox Buddhism. Instead, it resembled an ancient sword yet to be drawn, its calm surface concealing a surging killing intent.

In a flash, Chen Yu's eyes sharpened. He flipped his palm, and runes, like living snakes, slithered and floated densely between his fingers, so ancient that one could almost hear the breath of ancient mountains and rivers. With a flick of his fingers, the runes detached from his body and transformed into several silver-white arcs of electricity, tearing through the sky and heading straight for the Buddha's face!

The Buddha's expression changed drastically. He hastily formed a hand seal to meet the attack, but the runes were like iron anchors driven into the void, unmoved and unshakable no matter how much his magical power surged.

Boom—

The protective golden light exploded, the chest armor cracked and split open, and a line of blood spurted out from the heart, just half an inch away from piercing the vital point!

"The physical body... is so incredibly powerful!" A metallic taste rose in the Buddha's throat.

He was confident in his peak ninth-level Sendai physique and indestructible golden body, yet his defenses were still breached by a single blow, and he nearly perished on the spot!

He staggered back dozens of feet, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch. His face was ashen, and a cold glint in his eyes swept across Chen Yu's face like a knife: "Who exactly are you? Which lineage of the Jie Sect are you a descendant of?"

Chen Yu's gaze swept over them, his voice as cold as frost: "Buddha, talking too much will shorten your lifespan."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped closer, his body radiating wisps of divine light, intense yet not scorching, bright yet not harsh, like an immortal war god who had emerged from the beginning of time, whose mere presence sent chills down one's spine.

boom--!

A punch shattered the air, chaotic mist swirling around the fist's edge, and the roar of a dragon could be faintly heard, as if an ancient chaotic beast was roaring and turning within the fist's force!

"Amitabha!" The Buddha's tongue thundered, and he pressed his palms together and pushed out fiercely. Countless golden rays burst forth from his palms, like the sun exploding, shining brightly throughout the world, and he met the earth-shattering punch head-on!

boom! ! !

The loud noise caused ripples to spread throughout the space.

Chen Yu remained as steady as a rock, his clothes unmoved; but the Buddha was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards for hundreds of meters, his palms trembling violently, his tiger's mouth splitting open, blood dripping from between his fingers, a glaring scarlet line winding down his lips.

"Hiss—" The spectators in the distance gasped in unison, their scalps tingling.

One move! Just one move, and the number one Buddhist master in the Western Lands was reduced to this state? Everyone felt dizzy and their worldviews were shattered.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes burned, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the scabbard as he murmured, "With just the strength of his physical body, he crushed the peak of the ninth level of the Immortal Platform... If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand that punch either."

The Tongtian Sect Leader's heart sank. Even though he was arrogant and confident in his unparalleled abilities, if he were to truly fight against the Buddha, his defeat was already inevitable. Because of this, his pupils suddenly contracted, a chill ran down his spine, and a coldness shot straight to the top of his head.

"Who are you?!" The Buddha's beard and hair bristled with rage, his eyes widened, and two golden rays shot out from the sky like divine weapons being drawn from their sheaths, piercing the eyelids of all the cultivators present and causing tears to stream down their faces.

"You dare ask my name?" Chen Yu's lips curled into a cold, menacing smile.

He walked slowly on seven-colored clouds, his aura as deep and vast as the ocean, causing the void to tremble and vibrate.

His hands moved like butterflies, their trajectories mysterious and unpredictable. Wherever his fingertips passed, lotus shadows appeared one after another, blooming in a dazzling display of light, making him appear both divine and demonic, utterly enigmatic.

"Whoosh—"

Chen Yu suddenly thrust out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, tearing through the air and aiming straight for the Buddha's throat!

"boom--!"

Before the palm strike even arrived, the heavens and earth trembled and collapsed. The void crumbled inch by inch, and countless strands of blazing divine light exploded and burst forth, instantly engulfing the figure of the Buddha.

"Wow--!"

The Buddha spat out blood, his robes stained crimson, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing down three floating pagodas.

Chen Yu lightly touched the ground with his toes, instantly catching up. His left hand gripped the Buddha's neck like an iron clamp, while his right hand's five fingers pierced the shoulder blade like steel nails.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, the Buddha's right arm snapped, hanging limply, utterly powerless.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu formed a Heaven-Burning Seal with his left hand and slammed it down on the top of his head!

"Bang!"

The left half of his body exploded in a cloud of blood mist, with fragments of internal organs mixed with golden blood splattering across the sky.

"Ugh—!" The Buddha screamed in agony, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat soaking his forehead, his whole body convulsing in pain.

Chen Yu raised his palm and placed it on top of it. Suddenly, a giant seal, hundreds of feet long, condensed in his palm. It was covered with golden patterns and roared with Sanskrit characters. It pressed down with immense force!

"puff--!"

His head exploded, his primordial spirit dissipated, and not even a trace of his remnant will escaped.

A supreme Buddhist master has fallen.

The monks present were horrified and screamed. Some staggered backward, some knelt down to chant sutras, and many more turned pale, their legs trembling, their eyes filled with despair.

"Amitabha--"

Suddenly, a loud sound rolled in from beyond the heavens, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns was like a tide, cleansing the universe.

A figure descended from the sky atop nine layers of Buddhist light, landing in the center of the battlefield. His majestic appearance and Buddhist might were like a prison; he was none other than the head of the three thousand demon gods of Buddhism—the true form of Shakyamuni Buddha.

His gaze swept over Chen Yu like the sun, his eyes fixed intently on him, his brows furrowed with frost, and his eyes blazing with fire that seemed capable of burning the heavens to ashes.

The Buddha's avatar descended, his aura overwhelming the eight directions. The entire battlefield seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and even the wind froze.

Chen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his knuckles tightened subtly—he knew that even a clone was not someone to be trifled with.

The Buddha's voice boomed like a bell, each word like thunder: "Chen Yu! You have harmed my Buddhist disciple; today you will pay with your life!"

Chen Yu's face remained ashen, but instead of retreating, he smiled, a smile that was chillingly cold: "A clone of Buddha? It's nothing more than a slightly harder clay figure."

Anger flared in the Buddha's eyes, and he raised his vajra pestle high, its golden light bursting forth like a blazing sun, carrying the power to destroy the world as it cleaved through the air!

A cold glint flashed in Chen Yu's eyes. He swiftly formed the Nine Revolutions Heaven-Sealing Seal with his hands, his divine sense surged like lightning, and the seven-colored auspicious clouds surged and thousands of runes leaped into the air, instantly weaving a nine-layered array that stretched across his front.

"Boom—!!"

The pestle struck the array wall, silencing heaven and earth. A violent shockwave churned like a dragon, distorting and cracking space like glass, and wherever the aftershocks swept, mountains silently turned to dust.

Chen Yu's chest heaved, his breath deepened, and with a stomp of his foot, he transformed into a silver-white afterimage, moving like lightning through the gaps in the array patterns, leaving only a trail behind him.

The Buddha frowned slightly, and a warning bell rang in his heart—the aura emanating from this young man was subtly above the rules, causing his Buddhist heart to tremble slightly.

Chen Yu suddenly stopped, his eyes flashing like lightning, piercing straight for the Buddha's brow. He knew that now was the time to reveal his true fangs.