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

Before the words were finished, the mirage dragon raised its head and roared.

A dragon's roar resounded through the sky and shook the sea. Countless weak sea beasts and alien species in the deep sea trembled at the sound and fled into the abyss to avoid disaster.

"Master, please hold on tight, Little Dragon needs to travel at full speed!"

Having said that, the mirage dragon sped away like lightning, disappearing into the sky and heading straight for the primordial wilderness.

Chen Yu smiled calmly, and an invisible barrier quietly appeared around him, keeping all the wind and dust out.

Time flies like an arrow, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master, we have arrived at the Primordial Land."

Chen Yu slowly opened his eyes and stared ahead. He saw a majestic mountain stretching across the sky and earth, its imposing presence overwhelming. His expression was calm, without joy or sorrow.

"Mirage Dragon, let's try a different direction this time."

He looked around briefly, then pointed west.

"Heading west, on this journey we will explore the western lands."

Having said that, his figure flashed and he stepped onto the primordial land, walking forward with ease.

The mirage dragon immediately shrank its body and silently followed, staying close by.

He consciously concealed his aura, not allowing his Golden Immortal cultivation to leak out in the slightest.

Chen Yu walked slowly across the desolate land, gazing at the mountains, rivers, and vegetation before him, a look of relief appearing in his eyes.

At this moment, he was no longer obsessed with condensing the "Supreme Dharma Form," no longer eager to cultivate the three bodies of the past, present, and future, nor did he think about how to advance to the Lesser Thousand Worlds or open up the infinite dust.

He simply let his mind relax completely, and like an ordinary person, he walked quietly through this ancient world, step by step.

The mirage dragon silently accompanied him, not uttering a word, but quietly observing the surroundings, sensing the workings of heaven and earth, and comprehending the wonders of the creation of all things.

He always remembered what his master Chen Yu once said: "Walking is a form of spiritual practice; a calm mind leads to a firm path. Only with a solid foundation can one go further on the road ahead."

Although his cultivation had broken through to the Golden Immortal realm by following Chen Yu to Jin'ao Island and listening to the Great Dao of the Sage, he knew that this realm was still worlds apart from that of a true peak expert.

In the world today, Golden Immortals are as numerous as ants, Taiyi True Immortals are everywhere, and Daluo Golden Immortals are not uncommon. Only Quasi-Saints can dominate a region, and only those with great supernatural powers can command heroes. As for Saints, they hold the laws of heaven and earth and rule over everything.

However, sages transcend the mortal world, dwelling high in the heavens, and rarely interfere in worldly disputes.

In the present primordial world, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan stand side by side as the most revered, controlling the destiny of heaven and earth; while the Dragon Clan can only live in the four seas, huddled in the waters, barely continuing their bloodline and eking out a living in the world.

He glanced quietly at his master beside him.

If it weren't for fate, allowing me to follow Chen Yu, I would probably still be wandering aimlessly in the depths of the East Sea, relying on instinct to use my supernatural powers to hunt, completely unaware of what the "Great Dao" is.

The mirage dragon followed closely beside Chen Yu, its posture cautious and respectful, accompanying him as he traversed the vast and desolate land.

Wherever he went, Chen Yu would stop and gaze at the undulating mountains, observe all living things, and carefully sense the atmosphere and rhythm of this world.

Although he had long since grasped the essence of the Great Dao and integrated the laws into his own path, he knew that every experience of heaven and earth, every observation of mountains, rivers, plants, and all living beings would bring new insights.

This is why he finally understood why sages spend their days in quiet contemplation, constantly studying the Way of Heaven—because each of their insights is not a repetition of the past, but rather a result of their hearts being moved and their minds being connected, accumulating little by little until they converge into a vast ocean.

These countless subtle insights and observations will ultimately propel him further down the path, making the laws he governs increasingly perfect and powerful.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Yu had been traveling through the primordial world for a thousand years.

For the past thousand years, strange beasts, demons, and even cultivators have constantly attacked him.

There were Xuanxian, Jinxian, Taiyi Jinxian, and even Daluo Jinxian who personally visited.

However, without exception, they were all completely annihilated by him using the divine power of "Nirvana and Unity". Their primordial spirits disintegrated and transformed into pure primordial power, which was poured into the small world to nourish that nascent world.

The reason is simple—Chen Yu's outward aura was only at the True Immortal realm.

Moreover, he has not changed his foundation; the aura flowing through his body is still that of a pure human.

In the eyes of all the races of the primordial world, although the human race was created by the sage Nuwa and was protected by the Supreme Sage who established a religion, it was not always protected.

Now Chen Yu is all alone, with only a seemingly weak spirit beast by his side. To others, it is just a small pet with no fighting power.

Thus, in the eyes of those greedy people, Chen Yu became prey delivered to their doorstep.

The loss of one human at the True Immortal level will not affect the overall situation; Nuwa and Taishang will not notice it, nor will they be tempted by it.

Moreover, the human race currently has no powerful figures in charge—in other people's eyes, Chen Yu is a "heavenly treasure" that can help improve cultivation.

All those who harbor such thoughts will ultimately become nourishment in Chen Yu's small world, transforming into the source that drives the growth of this region.

Over the course of a thousand years, he also collected many rare treasures of heaven and earth: innate spiritual medicines, acquired spiritual roots, rare exotic herbs, and spiritual treasures, without missing a single one, transplanting them all into his small world so that they would gradually flourish.

Although he did not encounter the opportunity to condense the supreme Dharma form, nor did he achieve sudden enlightenment and breakthrough, this thousand-year period of accumulation was not wasted.

Now, the river of laws behind him has become more solid, wider, and deeper than an abyss.

The laws of the river surge ceaselessly, flowing swiftly, occasionally stirring up tiny ripples, flashing with light, before returning to stillness.

This river of rules, through thousands of years of travel and understanding, has become ever more vast and magnificent.

Chen Yu simply smiled at this change, his expression indifferent.

Now, he no longer needs to deliberately pursue the true meaning of the Great Dao, nor does he need to forcibly seek opportunities.

At his level, everything depends on "fate and destiny".

If there is a connection, everything will naturally fall into place; if there is no connection, even a hundred years of arduous cultivation will be in vain.

Chen Yu took one last look at the world and sighed softly.

"If this world were not filled with such turbid miasma, it would be much clearer."

"Fine, I'll lend a helping hand today and restore it to its true form."

A faint lamentation echoed in his ears, as if the vast earth was weeping silently. He shook his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

With a slight thought, in an instant, miasma, poisonous fog, resentment, and bloodlust from all around emerged from the void, flowing into his palm like rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into a small, pitch-black sphere.

He looked down at the object in his palm, remained silent for a moment, then gently tossed it into his own little world.

That little world was designed specifically to contain the filth of the world—miasma, resentment, malevolent energy, and blood tides all resided within it.

As for what form it will evolve into in the future, even it cannot predict.

Having done all this, Chen Yu turned around and continued on his way.

Seeing its master set off, the mirage dragon silently followed, traversing the vast land alongside Chen Yu.