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

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly, her expression shifting uncertainly. She understood better than anyone the Buddha's current predicament.

The Buddha was indeed injured. Previously, when he forcefully activated the Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus, his spiritual power surged back, and he was immediately attacked by the treasure. His old wounds had not yet healed, and new injuries were added.

He intended to use the Golden Lotus to trap and kill Chen Yu, and then slowly refine him, but unexpectedly Chen Yu suddenly unleashed a domineering and unparalleled treasure, forcefully shattering his plan.

The nine-grade golden lotus was originally Guanyin's most treasured possession, extremely difficult to refine. Otherwise, she would have already melted it into her palm and controlled it at will.

The moment Tathagata was trapped by the Golden Lotus, Chen Yu swooped down like a hawk, severing the root of the Buddha with a single, swift and decisive strike.

Guanyin was furious—a quasi-saint, forced to bleed by a mere cave immortal. If word got out, how could she still call herself "Great Compassionate and Merciful" in the Three Realms?

"Chen Yu, this humble monk is unwilling to fight you to the death. You shall retreat immediately, and your crime of trespassing on the Western Religion will be forgiven." Her voice was low, and her tone had already softened.

Chen Yu scoffed, "I want to leave too... but will you, Bodhisattva, let me go?"

Guanyin's face stiffened, her eyes turning icy: "Amitabha! Chen Yu, do you really intend to force this humble monk to take action?"

"So what if I force you?" His laughter grew colder, and he cursed inwardly: These old monks from the Western religion are used to being domineering. They give orders as soon as they open their mouths, without any sense of reason.

"Amitabha! Since you are so stubborn, don't blame this humble monk for being merciless!" she finally roared in fury.

Guanyin gently raised her hand and tapped the air three times with her fingertips.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

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Three milky-white sword lights pierced the air, like dragons swimming in the clouds, clear as the first snow, ethereal yet exuding a chilling aura.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted slightly—he recognized that light. It was so familiar that it made his heart tighten, as if a lock in his long-sealed memories was being gently knocked on by this sword energy.

Guanyin and Tathagata turned their heads at the same time, looking at the three long swords suspended in mid-air, and their faces showed astonishment.

The sword's blade is lustrous, its patterns lifelike, and its aura swirling with vitality; the hilt is inlaid with jade, its gleaming light seemingly containing the essence of a thousand years of moonlight.

Suddenly, a vast sword intent surged forth, like a thousand troops marching in formation and ten thousand horses neighing in the wind. An invisible pressure crashed down, even the air itself seemed to freeze.

Guanyin and Tathagata felt a weight on their backs, and the blue bricks beneath their feet cracked inch by inch—the sword intent was so overwhelming that their breathing became labored and their knees trembled slightly.

Chen Yu laughed loudly, rolled up his sleeves, and the three swords arrived as summoned, landing steadily in his palm.

As my fingertips traced the spine of the sword, its icy sharpness pierced straight to my heart, and a long-lost sense of exhilaration and certainty instantly surged through my limbs and bones.

"The Three Swords of Illusion..." he murmured, finally recalling that when the stone coffin opened deep within the ancient tomb, it was these three white lights that roared out from the cracks in the broken stele, merging into one and splitting the sky and cleaving the earth—the peerless weapon spirits lost from ancient times.

Guanyin and Tathagata exchanged a glance, their expressions growing increasingly solemn. No one had expected that this immortal possessed a divine weapon powerful enough to disrupt the workings of heaven.

Chen Yu flicked his wrist, and the three swords rang out simultaneously, their light flashing like lightning, tearing through the sky and aiming straight for the two men's throats.

Guanyin and Tathagata dared not be negligent. Their palms flew, Buddha light surged, and their golden bodies manifested with a roar, as they met the three white rainbows that were about to fall with all their might.

Sword energy crisscrossed, Buddhist light exploded, and the world lost its color. The two figures swayed frequently amidst the sword shadows, their robes fluttering, and the ground beneath their feet cracked and spread like a spiderweb.

A deafening roar rolled across the sky, like a thunderclap from the heavens. Sweat beaded on Guanyin's forehead, and Tathagata's Adam's apple bobbed as his breath quickened—each strike from those three swords seemed to strike the very soul.

Chen Yu stood in the center of the raging storm, his clothes still, his gaze intense. He knew that victory or defeat lay in this moment. The Three Swords of Illusion hummed ceaselessly in his hands, their sword intent surging like a tide, swallowing the heavens and earth, while in his heart, only a clear fighting spirit remained.

The eyes of Guanyin Bodhisattva and Tathagata Buddha suddenly hardened with cold light, their killing intent sharp as a knife, without the slightest hesitation—today they would surely slay Chen Yu by their swords.

In this life-or-death struggle, the outcome will be decided by the aftershocks of the next clash of swords.

boom!

In an instant, the three illusory swords merged, coalescing into a colossal blade that tore through the heavens. The blade surged with a murderous aura capable of incinerating all things and a will to slay, carrying immense power as it cleaved straight for Guanyin Bodhisattva's face!

Wherever the sword light reached, the void crumbled like paper, and stars shattered like dust.

Guanyin Bodhisattva and Tathagata Buddha both changed color, their backs tensed like bows, their magical power surged out, their palms formed a mudra, their golden bodies radiated light, and they desperately erected a thick barrier of Buddhist light.

Boom—!!

A deafening explosion erupted, the shockwave ripping through the clouds for miles around. The two were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into a distant cliff, sending rocks tumbling down.

With a single move, his momentum was broken and his body injured.

"Chen Yu! You're courting death!" Guanyin Bodhisattva shouted angrily, her figure suddenly rising up, her fair hands flying, two sharp palm winds piercing through the air, the Buddhist seal in her palms burning brightly.

She practices the Rebirth Mantra—this mantra can guide the soul into reincarnation, break the shackles of life and death, prolong life without end, and contains many mysterious and wonderful uses.

Her practice is rooted in the orthodox Buddhist tradition, and her dignity is profound. Even the Arhats of the heavens must put their palms together in respect when they see her. In addition, she is proficient in secret supernatural powers such as the Great Compassion Technique. She can create lotus flowers with a single thought and subdue demons with a single breath.

Chen Yu's lips curled into a cold smile: "If I don't take your lives today, I, Chen Yu, will have lived in vain!" Before he finished speaking, the three swords of the illusion emerged like poisonous dragons from the abyss, striking in succession, their sword shadows weaving into an impenetrable killing net.

His sword intent and swordplay were perfectly integrated, and his offense and defense were as natural as breathing. Guanyin Bodhisattva rushed forward several times, but was forced back three steps by the sword energy each time, unable to get any closer.

Although she was furious, she remained composed. She spun around, her toes barely touching the ground, and shouted, "Amitabha! If you remain stubbornly ignorant, you may even lose your way out!"

The Grand Master of Heaven snorted coldly, "The Bodhisattva has already shown enough courtesy. This madman insists on going to his death; what good will it do to keep him alive?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva lowered her eyes and sighed softly: "Amitabha... Since that's the case, this humble nun has no choice but to accompany you to the end."

Having said that, she and the Buddha flicked their sleeves, and a barrier instantly appeared. Golden light surged forth, trapping Chen Yang and Lan Ziyi within it. The two simultaneously unleashed their natal treasures—the Vajra Pestle and the Vajra Bracelet.

The Vajra pestle is entirely dark and black, covered with runes that surge like ants, gleaming with a deep black light that seems to flow around the pestle like living water; once activated, it has the power to topple mountains and overturn raging seas!

The Vajra Bracelet shines like the blazing sun, its golden light dazzling. Countless Sanskrit characters are engraved on the bracelet, each character containing the true meaning of Buddhist principles, weighing heavily on the entire world.

Chen Yang and Lan Ziyi were trapped in the formation. All they could see were golden talismans surging and swastikas overlapping like a tide, filling their vision and making it impossible to see anything.

However, the two Buddhist giants did not rush to take action.

As soon as Chen Yang stepped into the barrier, he felt the void beneath his feet collapse and then reform. In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a vast sea of ​​stars—a galaxy hung overhead, and stardust swirled around him, as if he had fallen into the depths of the cosmic womb.

He felt a chill run down his spine and cursed inwardly: "Truly cunning! This isn't a barrier; it's clearly a living array core!"