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

He must crush this threat.

If Shakyamuni were to take Chen Yu under his wing, the power of that ancient Buddha would likely surge to the point where even the Heavenly Dao would tremble. Even more terrifying is that an uncontrollable innate demon residing in the Buddhist land would be tantamount to burying a potentially explosive nuclear core in the Pure Land of Brahma. In this battle, only victory is permitted; retreat is not an option.

The two forces collided violently, like a torrent crashing against a mountain, or thunder splitting the sea.

They unleashed their primal power, transforming their fists and palms into blades, repeatedly slamming them against the Myriad Buddhas Formation. The formation patterns flashed wildly in response, and crimson-gold talismans exploded and then reformed, illuminating the entire void with an unpredictable glow.

Golden flames surged around Chen Yu, as if a blazing sun, capable of burning away all evil, hung in the sky.

His entire body was taut, his tendons were twisted like dragons, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged out. Every pulse was like the beating of a war drum.

The Buddha's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his eyes finally lost their composure—he had thought it was just a small test of his strength that could be easily dealt with, but he had instead run into an impenetrable wall of steel.

Blood surged and roared in the veins, like a thousand troops trampling across a dry riverbed; the vertebrae crackled and popped, like ancient wood burning in a raging fire; the muscles bulged layer by layer, every inch brimming with the brute force to collapse mountains and split peaks.

My mind, however, became strangely clear, all the clamor of the world stripped away, leaving only the shadow of the enemy before me. My body seemed to have been freed from its shackles, no longer controlled by flesh and blood, but obeying my will itself.

The soul floated up, drifting beyond the nine heavens, as if stepping into an endless starry void. The eyes suddenly closed, and a single, scalding tear silently slid down the cheek.

When he opened his eyes again, a cold light flashed in them, like two divine weapons drawn from their sheaths, instantly piercing through the void and sweeping out with a killing intent that could annihilate all things.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, a pure gold longsword suddenly materialized—its appearance was exactly the same as the Heavenly Thunder Spear, but it was more ferocious, more violent, and more untamed, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens, as if it wanted to sever all three realms and six paths.

He thrust his right arm forward with a fierce shove of his fingers, causing the void to collapse and twist on the spot. Hundreds of millions of golden rays surged and converged, instantly condensing into a magnificent giant sword, which, with the force of wind and thunder, cleaved straight at the face of the Buddha.

He did not know the name of the sword, but he knew that it was his life.

With a thought, golden light overflowed, and he stood bathed in flames, like a god of judgment who had come from ancient times.

The sword's sharpness was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Thunder Spear; on the contrary, it possessed three parts domineering power and seven parts ferocity. The golden sword clashed fiercely with the Buddha's scepter, creating a continuous, deafening explosion that shook the heavens and earth.

Chen Yu was covered in blood, his skin torn and his internal organs felt as if they were being repeatedly pounded by a heavy hammer, and he was in so much pain that he almost lost his mind.

"ah--!"

He roared to the sky, his voice shattering the clouds. His gaze was as hard as iron, his conviction as firm as a rock, and boundless power seemed to surge through his limbs and bones. His soul seemed to have been tempered by lightning, and his spirit had reached an unprecedented peak.

His figure suddenly became ethereal, and when he reappeared, he was already half a foot in front of the Buddha. He delivered a Mountain-Crushing Fist straight to the center of the Buddha's head! The Buddha's pupils shrank, and he quickly took half a step back to dissipate the force. He then struck Chen Yu's crown with a backhand palm.

Chen Yu's head tilted three inches to the side, the palm strike grazing his forehead, scorching his skin black. Immediately, his left foot stomped on the ground, his right leg leaping up, slamming down hard on the Buddha's shoulder—

"Bang!" Buddha's body swayed violently, his knees sank, and he almost knelt on one knee.

He moved with lightning speed, darting left and right, each move a desperate gamble, his force tearing through the air with a piercing shriek. His target was singular: the Buddha himself, whom he would not allow to catch his breath, recover, or catch his breath.

The Buddha's back was slightly hunched, his robes fluttered in the wind, and his face turned from gold to blue, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire Mount Sumeru.

Chen Yu's attacks became increasingly dense and violent, his fists flying like a torrential downpour and his footwork exploding like thunder.

Buddha finally roared in retaliation, but every strike was crushed by Chen Yu's even more ruthless and swift methods. He could only parry, retreat, and take the blows head-on, struggling like a small boat in a raging sea.

Only now did he truly see clearly—this was no tamed god or demon, but a ferocious ancient beast that had broken free of its chains!

Unable to attack, unable to defend, and with no way to retreat. This is utterly disgraceful!

A dignified Great Luo Golden Immortal was actually forced into such a sorry state by a Primordial God and Demon? A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he wished he could grind his teeth to powder and crawl into a crack in the ground to hide.

His body convulsed violently again, his lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against bronze: "You...you're a madman!"

Chen Yu's face was ashen, with glaring bloodstains dripping from the corner of his lips. His body swayed violently, his knees buckled, and he looked as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

But he gritted his teeth and stood straight, like a piece of red-hot iron that had not broken.

His eyes were fixed on the Buddha, his eye sockets were dark circles, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was twisted into a near-grotesque grimace. His fingertips dug into his palms, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but what burned in his eyes was a hatred that could consume the entire Three Realms.

He is determined to slay this Buddha today, even if it means burning his soul fire and drying up his bones and blood.

While relentlessly attacking, his fists tearing through the air and his swords cleaving through the void, his mind raced, searching for weaknesses, gambling with his life, and risking everything for a chance at survival.

He knew perfectly well that he couldn't possibly shake the Buddha. His attacks were like a mad tiger pouncing on its prey, but when his fists struck the Buddha, they only created ripples; when his sword slashed, it didn't even leave a mark.

My internal organs were trembling, and my limbs and bones felt like they were being repeatedly crushed by a heavy hammer, as if they could fall apart at any moment.

The Buddha's brows furrowed like mountains, his gaze sharp as knives, clearly seeing through Chen Yu's weakened state. This body wouldn't last much longer.

"You—deserve to die!" A low growl rolled from the Buddha's throat, his robes fluttered without wind, his eyes were bloodshot, and his resentment was almost tangible.

Chen Yu laughed loudly, his voice hoarse and raspy: "Not a single one of you from the Buddhist sect will survive!"

Before he could finish speaking, his whole body jolted violently, his pupils suddenly turned bloodshot, and two streams of hot, bloody tears streamed down his cheeks. His body stiffened instantly, as if struck by lightning and frozen in place.

Deep within his dantian, a torrent suddenly exploded! Vast as the sea and blazing as the sun, it instantly filled his limbs and meridians, permeating his skin, flesh, and bones.

Immediately afterwards, golden light burst forth from the gaps in his bones, from the inside out, from weak to strong.

His entire being resembled a golden statue being forged, radiating boundless light, exuding an aura that soared to the heavens, and exerting an ever-increasing pressure that reached the very edge of the sky.

His cultivation level soared, and in just a few breaths, he had already leaped several levels of the Heavenly Realm.

"What kind of secret technique is this?!" Buddha Tathagata exclaimed in shock, his expression changing several times, his heart pounding wildly, filled with both horror and fear.

Chen Yu scoffed coldly, not uttering a single word. The golden light around him intensified, his form suddenly blurred, and with a ripple of light and shadow, a towering golden figure materialized!

His figure rose from the ground, his three-zhang-tall golden body standing tall, covered in golden armor, with a golden sword in the air, his whole body radiating golden light, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, awe-inspiring and impossible to look at directly.

"External Avatar - Suppress your soul!" His voice was like the clash of metal, and he unleashed a palm strike with the force of a collapsing star.

"Bang—!" Buddha flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his shoulder armor shattered, gold dust flew everywhere, and several deep, bone-revealing gashes appeared on his exposed flesh.

"Impossible! You actually succeeded?!" The Buddha's face was ashen, his eyes blazing with fury.

Chen Yu lightly touched the ground with his toes, and he was already in mid-air.