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

Chen Yu stared directly at the beasts, his back straight as a pine tree. Far from being afraid, a burning passion surged in his chest.

He suddenly drew his sword, pointed the tip to the sky, and roared, tearing through the air. All the birds in the valley took flight in fright.

The companions responded in unison, their roars merging into a thunderous roar, their formation as solid as iron, their momentum like a tidal wave bursting its banks, crashing straight into the heart of the demonic beast formation.

The battle raged fiercely in an instant—swords flashed like lightning, and blades sprayed like rain; the roars of the monsters shook the rock walls, causing rocks to fall in a flurry. But Chen Yu and his men advanced and retreated in unison, their moves interlocking like gears meshing, forcing the beast horde to retreat step by step and their formation to crumble.

Before their blood had cooled and their sweat had dried, they already understood: one person's strength may break, but ten people united can shatter mountains and split peaks. That flame of belief burned ever brighter, making their bones shine and their will as strong as steel.

In the end, the monsters howled and fled, their severed limbs lying scattered, leaving the valley floor a scene of devastation.

Chen Yu and the others stood on the scorched earth, their faces still damp with sweat, yet smiles broke through the clouds. They looked up into the distance, their eyes shining brightly, like two clusters of stars that had just been tempered by fire.

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader quietly rose in his mind, unhurried and calm: "Today you have proven your courage with your blood and flesh, and forged a shield with your tacit understanding—the more dangerous the road ahead, the stronger your hearts will become."

The crowd stood with their heads bowed, engraving this expectation into their very bones. When they set off again, their steps were heavier, their backs more resilient, and the morning light stretched their silhouettes long and long, as if extending all the way to the ends of the earth, becoming an unyielding backbone on the primordial land.

Just as they were about to enter the Demon Beast Forest, the sky suddenly darkened, and a vast and powerful pressure poured down from the heavens, causing the grass and trees to lie flat and the streams to stop flowing. Golden light exploded, and Maitreya Buddha arrived riding on auspicious clouds, his kasaya as bright as the rising sun, his smiling eyes curved, and his compassionate light overflowing.

He spoke, his voice like the morning bell of an ancient temple, clear and melodious: "Chen Yu, a talented disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, you are all determined and vigorous, but the demonic forest is rife with poisonous miasma that corrodes bones and malevolent spirits that devour souls—this old monk has come to add a lamp to illuminate your journey."

The crowd stood there stunned, their hearts trembling slightly. They were both amazed by the presence of the gods and Buddhas and felt their gaze wash over them like a warm spring, dispelling their panic and leaving only a clear and respectful feeling.

Maitreya Buddha lightly flipped his palm, and a stream of pure golden light suddenly entered Chen Yu's dantian. In an instant, a surge of heat rushed out like a river bursting its dam, and his limbs and bones seemed to be reforged. His fingertips were slightly hot, but his eyes were sharper and more determined than a sword blade.

"The forest is deep and the miasma is severe, the beasts are ferocious and their hearts are poisonous, but you have fire in your hearts, burdens on your shoulders, and a path under your feet—that is enough." His tone was calm, but every word was like an imprint, etched into your ears and into your destiny.

His companions immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, their foreheads touching the earth, their silence speaking volumes. Reverence remained, but that reverence had transformed into a rock-solid resolve: even if a thousand calamities lay ahead, they would not waver.

Carrying the lingering golden light and the warmth of Buddhist chants, they stepped into the Monster Forest. A chilling aura permeated the forest, ancient trees blotted out the sky, their branches twisted like ghostly claws, and occasionally, mournful howls rolled out from the depths, scraping painfully against one's eardrums.

Suddenly, the withered leaves burst open, and dark shadows sprang forth! Dozens of ravenous monsters pounced out, their sharp teeth gleaming, their claws emitting a foul stench, their roars tearing at eardrums, causing the fallen leaves to rustle like rain.

Chen Yu didn't move an inch, only gripping the sword hilt tighter, his eyes like icy stars, cold yet burning.

He glanced at his companions, who nodded in agreement. Then, like an arrow released from a bow, they charged upstream against the bloody storm.

The fighting resumed—swords flashed, tearing through the dense foliage, and blood mist mingled with the stench of decaying leaves, filling the forest.

Under the protection of Maitreya Buddha, Chen Yu and his companions unleashed unprecedented combat power and unparalleled teamwork.

They were like a golden rainbow tearing through the sky, unstoppable, piercing through the ranks of demonic beasts and sweeping away and scattering all the ferocious creatures that blocked their way.

Just as victory seemed within reach, a solemn and deep chanting of Buddhist hymns suddenly rose from the secluded depths of the forest.

The image of Maitreya Buddha slowly emerged—his robes draped like clouds, his face gentle and smiling, but deep within his eyes floated a warning light that could not be ignored.

"Chen Yu, these are not ordinary demons, but Buddhist protectors twisted by evil forces. They were once the backbone of the righteous Dharma, but now they are mired in resentment and hatred. To break through their barriers, we do not kill them, but awaken them—only by knocking on their hearts with genuine compassion can we dispel their pent-up resentment and restore them to the light."

Chen Yu and the others immediately sheathed their weapons, calmed their minds, and stopped treating each other with hostility. Instead, they turned their kindness into silent words and slowly covered the twisted guardians.

They not only saw the ferocious appearance, but also understood the pain and resentment that had burned for many years beneath the guardian's armor.

Gradually, the malevolence in the guardians' eyes subsided, and golden light quietly seeped out from the cracks. Finally, all the guardians shed the black mist, revealing clear Buddhist light once more. After bowing to the crowd with their palms together, they transformed into fireflies and disappeared into the forest breeze.

The entire forest instantly became cleansed, the grass and trees stretched out, and the birds sang melodiously.

The figure of Maitreya Buddha faded away like the morning mist, leaving only a warm and lingering aura.

Chen Yu and his companions continued forward, their steps steady and their eyes clear, carrying a mission heavier than swords on their shoulders—to protect the peace and glimmer of light in the primordial world.

They traversed the heart of the monster forest, each step enveloped in the warmth of Buddha's grace and the resilience of their faith.

There is no anger or fear in my heart, only a warm and kind heart, like a lamp that burns eternally.

The trees were lush and verdant, their branches and leaves overlapping like a canopy; sunlight filtered down like shattered gold, dancing and flowing over their shoulders, as if the entire forest was whispering blessings to the team.

Sparrows flitted past treetops, deer paused at the edge of the forest, and even badgers lurking in the shadows peeked out quietly—all things were silent, yet seemed to be holding their breath and watching.

Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, and a foul wind swept through the leaves.

A colossal beast, as large as a mountain, burst forth from the forest! Its fangs were menacing, it had a horn growing from its forehead, its eyes were blood-red, and its body was swirling with a foul and malevolent aura that chilled one to the bone.

Chen Yu gazed at it quietly, his heart filled with no fighting spirit, only a heavy sense of compassion welling up within him.

He recognized it—the old talisman faintly visible on the forehead, the gold patterns still lingering between the claws, clearly the mountain spirit that once guarded this place, now devoured by evil and left only with rage and lamentation.

"Don't hurt it." Chen Yu's voice wasn't loud, but every word resonated deep within his companions' hearts. Everyone lowered their hands, sheathed their weapons, and their eyes, clear as mirrors, reflected the chaotic, churning sea of ​​suffering in the giant beast's eyes.

The voice of Maitreya Buddha echoed through the forest once more, deep and resonant: "Children, what lies before you is not a ferocious beast, but a heart weeping with blood. Only gentle light can illuminate its deepest corners."

Chen Yu closed his eyes, and his companions stood silently. His thoughts flowed freely, and compassion, like spring water, silently spread towards the giant beast.

The entire forest seemed to rise and fall with each breath; when the wind stopped, the leaves hung, and the birds fell silent—only a gentle and vast power swirled between heaven and earth, brushing over the giant beast's rugged back, its trembling nostrils, and its burning eye sockets.

The behemoth abruptly stopped, its limbs slightly bent, and a low, whimpering growl rolled from its throat. The crimson flames in its eyes flickered, like a candle struggling to burn out its last vestige of will in the wind.

Finally, a long roar that shook the mountains rose into the sky—it was not rage, but a cry of anguish after a thousand years of suppression, a wailing of someone who had finally found their way home after being lost.

Before the words were even finished, it had already transformed into a beam of pure white light, soaring straight into the sky and disappearing into the horizon.