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

The west is vast, and the two travel between heaven and earth.

"Master, why are there so many demonic beasts and strange creatures along the way, so blind as to try and devour us?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment's thought, he replied calmly:

"In the primordial world, the law of the jungle naturally prevails; this is the cycle of nature, and it cannot be defied."

"Mirage Dragon, you must understand that in this world, only the strong can rule everything. They establish rules, and they can change them at will; even if there are ups and downs, they can suppress them with force and turn the tide."

"As for the weak, they are nothing but dust. They can only bow their heads and obey orders, clinging to the established order to survive."

"If the strong want to kill, the weak can only close their eyes and wait for death, with no way to resist."

After listening, the mirage dragon's eyes deepened, and it fell silent.

In that instant, it truly understood—its master's words were not false. This world is indeed extremely cruel. The strong rule over all things, while the weak are left to be slaughtered.

Chen Yu glanced at the silent mirage dragon beside him, said nothing more, and continued walking forward.

So the two embarked on their journey once more, a journey that would last for another thousand years.

Chen Yu accomplished many things over the course of a thousand years.

Seeing that the mountains and rivers were being eroded by miasma, poisonous fog, and resentment, he waved his hand to remove all the filth and restore life to the barren land.

He also killed countless monsters, strange beasts, and ferocious creatures that attacked him, refining their essence into pure origin and putting it into the small world to help it evolve and grow.

Even more cultivators sought him out to discuss the Dao, some at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal, others at the level of Taiyi or Golden Immortal. Chen Yu offered only a few words of guidance before turning away and leaving.

Compared to him, their level of understanding was like a firefly gazing at the moon—utterly incomparable. His comprehension of the Great Dao had long surpassed their cognitive scope.

Every casual remark he makes is a profound truth, enough for others to ponder for centuries.

On this day, towering mountains came into view, and Chen Yu stopped to gaze at them, a hint of appreciation appearing in his eyes.

The mountain soared into the clouds, with one-third of it hidden in a sea of ​​clouds.

The mountain is filled with dense, innate spiritual energy, like a mist, and the earth's energy rises and swirls, resembling a dragon and a tiger fighting. Spiritual springs gush forth, and exotic flowers bloom everywhere. Several acquired spiritual roots have also taken root among them.

Mythical beasts roam freely in the mountains, and white cranes dance gracefully, making it seem like a paradise on earth.

Such a beautiful place must be presided over by a master.

After traversing the vast wilderness for thousands of years, I have finally found a peaceful and tranquil place.

Looking at the auspicious energy flowing through the mountains, the joyful creatures, and the flocks of cranes, Chen Yu knew that the owner of this place must be a virtuous person, not a bloodthirsty one.

He glanced at the mirage dragon, then slowly walked forward, and before he knew it, he had reached the foot of the mountain.

Just as they were hesitating whether to climb up and explore, they suddenly saw two boys slowly walking out of the mountain.

"Senior, my master Zhen Yuanzi foresaw your arrival and specially ordered us to come and welcome you to the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain so that we may have a chat."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at the two of them.

"Zhen Yuanzi? Inviting me to meet?"

The two boys nodded respectfully.

"Indeed, senior. My master cordially invites you to come and have a talk. We would be honored by your presence."

These two children, named Qingfeng and Mingyue, are both servants of Zhen Yuanzi, and their cultivation has now reached the Xuanxian realm.

However, they were puzzled – the person in front of them was clearly only a True Immortal, so why did their master want them to address him as “senior”?

The gentle breeze and the bright moon exchanged a glance, both puzzled.

Chen Yu ignored their thoughts and instead looked up at the mountaintop.

At the summit, a Taoist temple stood quietly amidst the clouds, and inside sat a figure on a futon—it was Zhen Yuanzi.

The man seemed to sense something, and at this moment he opened his eyes, looked towards the foot of the mountain, and his gaze met Chen Yu's for a moment.

Then, she parted her lips slightly, and her voice drifted out—

"Fellow Daoist, please come into the temple for a chat."

Chen Yu remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and responded in a low voice:

"Since it is Brother Zhen Yuanzi who has invited me, I will naturally accept the invitation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yu strode towards Longevity Hill.

Seeing that its master had already set off, the mirage dragon naturally followed closely behind. As it passed by Qingfeng and Mingyue, it inadvertently released a wisp of its aura.

Chen Yu sensed something, but did not turn around. He calmly continued forward, heading straight for the mountain peak.

Qingfeng and Mingyue remained standing in the same spot, their eyes glazed over, staring in astonishment at the mirage dragon's back.

Just a moment ago, they felt a chilling pressure emanating from that seemingly ordinary dragon-shaped creature—as if they were in the far north, their souls frozen.

It was a fear stemming from the instinct for survival, an irresistible tremor when faced with absolute overwhelming power.

The two looked at each other and read the same answer in each other's eyes: Chen Yu and Shenlong were both people who kept their true abilities hidden.

Fortunately, they always treated us with respect and reverence, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

After a long while, the two slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing their lingering fear, and then quickened their pace to chase after the mountaintop.

Chen Yu strolled leisurely through Longevity Hill, unhurried and not in a hurry to meet them. He walked and admired the scenery, his expression serene.

This mountain truly lives up to its name as a "blessed land." Along the way, he had already noticed several innate grand formations hidden among the mountains and rivers, operating smoothly and naturally.

The mountain's shape embodies the principles of Yin and Yang harmony, the orderly flow of the Five Elements, and the complete structure of the Four Symbols, truly possessing a unique and wondrous quality.

Chen Yu glanced at him briefly, a hint of approval appearing in his eyes.

Halfway up the mountain, a white ribbon suddenly appeared, hanging down from the sky, with the sound of water roaring like thunder, its momentum magnificent.

He gazed at it for a moment, then sighed softly:

"A waterfall plunges thirty thousand feet, as if the Milky Way had fallen to earth."

The waterfall originates from a naturally formed spiritual spring, hidden atop a misty mountain peak. From a distance, it resembles a celestial river cascading down to earth.

After reflecting on his experience, he set off again, climbing the steps.

In the primordial wilderness, on Longevity Mountain.

Chen Yu walked slowly, with Shenlong Jing by his side, while the two boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue, respectfully lagged behind a few steps, remaining silent.

They should have been the ones leading the way, but having been intimidated by that faint aura earlier, they could only bow their heads and follow, not daring to overstep their bounds.

Chen Yu looked around and suddenly saw a huge "longevity" character engraved on the stone wall in front of him. The strokes were vigorous and powerful, yet seemed to resonate with heaven and earth.

He paused to examine it closely, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as he vaguely sensed a wisp of law fluctuation contained within it.

After a moment, he looked away.

The mirage dragon glanced at the character, showing no reaction whatsoever, thinking it was just an ordinary character.

But Qingfeng and Mingyue's expressions changed slightly. They exchanged a glance, their hearts trembling.

They remembered what the master had said: "Those who can understand the mystery of this character 'longevity' must be people who have thoroughly comprehended the Great Dao."

This character was not written with ink, but rather carved into the mountain by Zhen Yuanzi using the power of laws, becoming one with the entire Wanshou Mountain Range.

The fact that this Taoist Chen Yu could see through the clues shows how profound his Taoist cultivation is, far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

The two men looked at Chen Yu with increasing respect.

Before we knew it, we had reached the summit.

Chen Yu looked up and saw a person standing quietly in front of him, waiting for a long time.