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

"Hahaha! Bald monk, you've probably forgotten—my spine, Chen Yu's, never bends! Even if you sit in the Western Paradise, holding the Bodhi Dharma Seal, you can't make me retreat even a step!"

He roared like thunder, his eyes blazing with crimson flames.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's expression darkened, and he felt a slight chill in his heart.

He hadn't expected the young man to be so fierce and valiant; his reckless, life-or-death attitude even made him somewhat wary.

"The deeper the obsession, the fiercer the flames of calamity. Only by laying down the gun can you rediscover your true self."

His tone remained calm, but the warning in his words weighed heavily on one's chest.

But Chen Yu did not hesitate at all—his spear suddenly shot up, and his figure transformed into a golden rainbow that tore through the sky, piercing straight into Manjushri's face, so fast that only a blur remained.

Golden light pierced the void, the spear's momentum like a dragon roaring through the heavens; Manjushri Bodhisattva's expression turned solemn, he lightly raised his vajra, pointed his fingertip, and golden light burst forth, instantly condensing into a majestic wall of light that stretched across the heavens and earth.

The spear tip struck the barrier of light, creating a deafening explosion that sent the sound waves flying through the clouds for miles around, the air currents twisting like boiling water.

Chen Yu's muscles were bulging, veins on his forehead were throbbing, sweat was pouring down like rain, and veins on his arms were bulging. He pushed forward with all his might, determined to break through that golden wall!

Manjushri Bodhisattva stood as still as a mountain, yet a trace of solemnity flickered in his eyes. He could see clearly that although this young man was reckless and stubborn, he was born with a fighting spirit, and his fists and feet contained a killing instinct honed through countless trials.

Black and white swirled rapidly in the wind, while gold and red lights flashed and intertwined, as if yin and yang had just been separated and chaos had been reborn.

The sky hung low, thunder rumbled, and the entire battlefield was enveloped in a vast and desolate atmosphere of death.

Chen Yu's eyes burned with a raging fire that could consume everything. He did not believe in fate, nor did he admit defeat. He only believed in the gun in his hand, the path under his feet, and the breath in his chest—today, he would surely shatter the golden body of the Bodhisattva!

Manjushri Bodhisattva stood silently, neither moving nor avoiding, but he knew in his heart that this battle was no longer just a contest of victory or defeat, but the ultimate questioning of the Tao and the calamity, stillness and change, tranquility and madness.

What kind of monstrous waves will this ancient battlefield, which breathes in the primordial energy of heaven and earth, unleash because of this duel?

How will the gaze of all the ancient races re-measure the weight between this young man and the Bodhisattva? The answer lies hidden in every inch of the shattered void.

Chen Yu grew increasingly frenzied and excited with each battle. His fists pulverized rocks; his footsteps cracked the earth. Yet Manjushri Bodhisattva remained calm, deftly dispelling all of Chen Yu's murderous intent with a flick of his sleeve.

The two fought fiercely for three days and nights, their blood still flowing and their breath still strong, causing the heavens and earth to lose their color.

In the end, Chen Yu was panting heavily, his limbs were trembling, and his true energy was almost exhausted; Manjushri Bodhisattva's robe was also stained dark red, blood seeped from the corner of his lips, and his face turned sickly pale.

Chen Yu's gaze was as cold as if it had been tempered by ten thousand years of ice, and his figure suddenly became ethereal like smoke, fading out of sight inch by inch.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes narrowing to slits, a glint of light flashing in them: "What a masterful deception! It can even conceal heavenly secrets and sever the tracing of cause and effect!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yu had already appeared out of thin air hundreds of feet away.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's brow twitched slightly—his divine sense swept over the area, but found nothing, as if the person had never existed.

His physical strength had reached the level of twenty dragons and elephants. With the help of the Chaos Codex to temper his body and refine his spirit, even without any spiritual treasures, he could still fight against a quasi-saint without being at a disadvantage.

During the previous fierce battle, he used the secret techniques of the Demonic Codex to conceal his presence and become invisible, like a fish swimming in the sea, without making a sound.

"Truly worthy of being a Bodhisattva of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, with a solid foundation and shrewd methods!"

Chen Yu stared at his opponent, slowly exhaling a breath of hot, stale air. "But in this round—I, Chen Yu, did not lose!"

Laozi, this time you'll have to show your true form!

Chen Yu's roar was like thunder rolling across the battlefield, each word striking the clouds. His eyes burned with a raging fire that would burn away any retreat, leaving no room for hesitation.

Manjushri Bodhisattva nodded slowly, a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashing across his brow. He saw it clearly—Chen Yu had reached the point of breaking his bones and tendons; once this move was made, life or death would be decided instantly.

Chen Yu gripped the spear horizontally with his right arm, the tip of which emitted a cold light; his left palm flipped, forming a hand seal etched with ancient runes, his aura awakening like the remains of a star that had slumbered for millennia.

In an instant, a cold, dark blue light exploded from his body, transforming into nine phantom dragons that soared and roared in the sky. The dragon scales scraped against the void, causing the surrounding air currents to hum and nearly split apart.

Heaven and earth are boundless, chaos returns to one!

His words thundered, his spear cleaved like a celestial river, and his hand seals slammed down with overwhelming force—

The entire sky suddenly lost its color! An invisible, immense force roared out from his body, condensing into a black dragon that stretched for thousands of miles. Its head was ferocious, and it carried the power to crush stars as it crashed towards Manjushri Bodhisattva!

The glazed tiles of the Heavenly Palace trembled violently, and even the bronze divine beasts guarding the South Heavenly Gate bowed their heads, as if they were enduring the divine interrogation at the beginning of the primordial world.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's pupils suddenly contracted, and his robes fluttered even without wind.

The oppressive, chilling aura sent shivers down his spine, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly—not out of fear, but out of a long-lost, boiling tremor of fear.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, two golden flames had ignited in his eyes. His Buddha-like heart remained steadfast and unmoved.

Chen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his teeth clenched deeply. He could hear his blood surging like a tide, and his bones cracking at their limits, but what pounded in his chest was a burning fervor that seared his internal organs—this strike was not a fight to the death, but a test of his Dao!

Come, Manjushri Bodhisattva! Let's see whose spine breaks first!

His voice was like a broken blade being drawn from its sheath, and his figure was like a bronze warrior cast for thousands of years, nailed to the crack between heaven and earth, waiting for the thunderous counterattack.

In an instant, all was silent. The primordial mountains and rivers held their breath, with only two figures flashing past each other rapidly in the shattered light and shadow, like two peerless divine weapons about to shatter...

Manjushri Bodhisattva's face was as stern as iron, his ten fingers flew like blooming lotus flowers, and suddenly his whole body burst forth with golden light!

The void behind them suddenly opened up, and a floating Buddhist kingdom slowly rose up—its steps were made of lapis lazuli, and its chanting was like rain; it was the Pure Land transformed from the supreme Buddhist scripture, "The Great Vow of Universal Salvation"!

The moment the Buddhist kingdom appeared, his aura doubled! Bells and chimes rang out in unison, shaking down stardust; flying apsaras danced and stirred up the sea of ​​clouds; a hundred Buddhas sat on lotus thrones, chanting mantras in unison, their voices like raging waves crashing against the shore, shaking the thirty-three heavens!

He clasped his hands together and then thrust them out suddenly. The boundless Buddhist light transformed into a golden torrent, like an inverted Milky Way, instantly engulfing Chen Yu!

This palm strike possessed the sharpness to tear apart the primordial chaos and the power to annihilate eras; wherever it passed, even time itself froze into frost!

Chen Yu's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints—he didn't flinch or dodge!

boom--!!!

The moment the two forces collided, the entire battlefield was as if struck by a giant hammer! The sea of ​​clouds shattered into dust, and the thousand-year-old spiritual roots of the distant Peach Garden snapped in unison!

Chen Yu staggered backward, a metallic taste rising in his throat, a streak of crimson blood winding down from the corner of his lips, and spiderweb-like blood vessels crawling across the whites of his eyes.

He shattered five lapis lazuli tiles before regaining his balance, his shoulder armor cracking to reveal bleeding flesh beneath.

Manjushri Bodhisattva was also suffering – his golden robe cracked inch by inch, and his crimson blood dripped down his wrist bones, evaporating into golden mist in mid-air.

If it weren't for the immortal golden embryo bestowed by the Buddha, his three souls and seven spirits would have been shattered long ago!

The two stared at each other across the distance, their gazes sharp as knives, cutting through the air with a hissing sound.

Chen Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse yet resonant like the clash of metal: "Still fighting!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva suddenly laughed heartily, his robes fluttering, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit like a volcano erupting: "Very well! This humble monk will gladly oblige—three hundred rounds would be far too short!"

He had waited too long for this moment. The unparalleled brilliance of the Eastern Divine Land was no mere legend.

Only today, having encountered Chen Yu's newly tempered divine weapon, did I realize what it truly meant to have a sharp edge pierce through the eternal night!

Chen Yu sneered, his spear dragging on the ground with a sharp, piercing sound, before shooting out once more!

The killing move is unleashed once more! The spear shadow transforms into a dragon, the Buddha seal stands like a mountain, each strike ripples the space, each step causes the laws of nature to groan.

If an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal were to approach within a hundred miles, even their divine soul would likely be crushed into ashes by the aftershocks!

Chen Yu fought with increasing ferocity, his fighting spirit surging like magma, and his cultivation level rose steadily in the midst of the battle!

Manjushri Bodhisattva was increasingly astonished as he fought—where did this kid get his boundless strength? It was as if what was surging in his veins was not blood, but the essence of the sun forged over millions of years!

Especially in recent months, the ferocity lurking within this young body has been subtly catching up with the foundation he has cultivated for thirty million years!

How did this kid... become a ferocious god who devours the heavens and the earth overnight?

Manjushri Bodhisattva's palms were sweaty, and for the first time, a chill ran through his heart.

Chen Yu's pupils gradually turned crimson, like two clusters of lava burning through ice, so hot that people dared not look directly at them. His brows were filled with a fierce aura, as if an ancient, monstrous spirit was emerging from beneath his skin, tearing at his destiny.