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

The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes twitched, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly understood: this was not about overcoming obstacles, but about shedding one's shell; it was not about finding treasure, but about seeing one's deepest self.

They traversed through rifts in spacetime that were both torn and mended, with waterfalls flowing backward beneath their feet, birds frozen overhead, and songs from an unfamiliar era drifting in the wind—the universe was calling their names again and again in its own language.

Suddenly, a violent surge of energy crashed down like a giant hammer!

The air exploded, the shockwave whipping their robes around. They froze abruptly, their backs stiffening, their eyes scanning the space directly ahead with lightning speed.

The warrior, clad in golden armor, stood there, lightning patterns surging across his plates. His long blade crackled and spewed purple and white electric arcs. His eyes blazed with fury, his fighting spirit boiling, as if the entire world had become his arena.

"Master Tongtian! Chen Yu!" Thunderous roars echoed, making eardrums ache. "Those who trespass into the Thunder Domain shall die!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader took half a step forward, his body as still as a mountain, yet his voice boomed like thunder: "We have come to seek enlightenment, not to seize power, nor to destroy the realm."

The golden-armored warrior sneered, his long blade slashing down with a blinding bolt of lightning that tore through the void: "Here, justice is written in the fist! The weak are even considered to be overstepping their bounds by breathing!"

Chen Yu lowered his eyes, staring at the faintly glowing bead in his palm. When he looked up again, his eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a resolute determination like that of an ice-covered volcano: "If we were afraid, we wouldn't be standing here. If we're going to fight, we'll fight honorably to the end—in this land of time and space, there is no retreat, only the right to fight."

The moment the words left his mouth, the battle erupted!

The golden-armored warrior transformed into a bolt of lightning that tore through the sky, his spearhead causing the space to crack inch by inch; the Tongtian Sect Leader's sleeves fluttered, drawing the Big Dipper as his blade and summoning the gale as his shield; Chen Yu, like an arrow released from a bow, used the Time-Space Pearl to guide his trajectory, narrowly missing the lightning each time, before launching a fierce counterattack that struck at the heart of the enemy.

Thunderstorms and streaks of light collide, explode, and reunite in the void. Each clash creates ripples in spacetime, causing stars to flicker and light and shadow to flow backward.

They were not fighting, but measuring the boundaries of the laws with their flesh and blood—in the blink of an eye, Chen Yu saw the gap in the folds of time; while the Tongtian Sect Leader was engulfed by lightning and fire, he heard a faint "click" as space folded.

Finally, the two stood back to back, their breathing heavy but their eyes clear.

The Pearl of Time and Space rose into the air, hovering between the two people's eyebrows, and suddenly burst forth with a blazing white light like molten gold—it was not an attack, but a resonance; not an explosion, but a return to its place.

The golden armor peeled away inch by inch, the lightning receded like a tide, and the warrior's figure gradually thinned in the intense light, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the boundless space and time.

The Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu stood silently, their robes stained with dust and bloodstains on their foreheads, yet their spines remained as straight as ever. The wind brushed against their sweat-dampened temples, carrying the scent of distant, unknown starfields.

This battle has no final marker, only the beginning of a new journey—the land of time and space remains as vast as ever, and their names have just been written into the first line of its text.

With a burning desire for the unknown and a spirit of facing hardships head-on, the Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu walked side by side, personally engraving their own immortal chapter.

Amidst the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars in the realm of time and space, the two stood at the center of the radiance, their hearts surging with burning passion and unwavering conviction. This victory was not merely a testament to their strength, but a crowning achievement of their beliefs—they were more certain of their prowess than ever before, and they saw more clearly the mission on their shoulders.

The entire space and time seemed to expand quietly because of their presence, opening up a smooth path leading to a deeper secret realm.

Suddenly, a profound and unfathomable aura emanated from the depths of the void, causing the space to ripple violently like water. Light and shadow shattered and then reformed, and a portal of time and space, shimmering with five colors of light—blue, gold, red, white, and black—slowly opened before the two of them.

This is not the end of the rest, but the beginning of a more treacherous and mysterious journey.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's gaze was like a blade, piercing straight into the gate of light. His eyes gleamed with the keenness of a hunter and the determination of a rock: "The deeper the road ahead, the heavier the mystery. Once we step in, we will never turn back."

Chen Yu nodded silently. The Time-Space Pearl in his palm shone warmly, its halo trembling slightly, as if it possessed a spirit and tilted slightly toward the door—a silent response and a resolute guide.

The two leaped into the air, and in an instant, a raging torrent of spatial and temporal power swept over them, causing the heavens and earth to collapse and all things to spin rapidly.

The scene before them suddenly changed: a bizarre and unpredictable realm of time and space unfolded before their eyes.

Thick, volatile energy rippled through the air, causing space to bulge and collapse at times, even distorting and knotting the light, indicating that the laws governing this place were unlike anything else. Chen Yu's back tensed slightly as a mountain-like pressure swept over him, yet his heart felt as if it were being ignited by a spark—he knew that this pressure was not a cage, but the clarion call of a trial, the stirrings of transformation.

A figure swept through the air, dressed in pristine white, with exquisite features, yet his eyes seemed to hold the vastness of an ancient galaxy, silent and unfathomable: "Welcome to the Realm of Time and Space, fearless one. I am the guardian of time and space, maintaining the rhythm and balance of this realm."

The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed loudly, his sleeves fluttering slightly: "Guardians, please reveal the true meaning and perilous nature of this place. We are willing to face any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire."

The Guardian of Time and Space smiled slightly, raising his staff lightly. In an instant, billions of silver rays burst forth, weaving a net of light that covered the entire area: "Here, we do not test your physical strength, but only your soul—you will face the darkest shadows in your hearts that you dare not touch. Only by tearing them open can you grasp the power that truly belongs to you."

Chen Yu stood still, his aura slightly subdued. The invisible pressure crashed against his soul like a tidal wave, unexpectedly stirring up a long-dormant flame. He slowly closed his eyes, and with each breath, his aura deepened to an abyss.

In an instant, memories pierced through the air like blades: the anxiety of failure, the dull pain of lost love, the loneliness of walking alone through the long night... all sorts of shadows surged up, pressing heavily on my heart.

But Chen Yu's spine remained unyielding. He was not unaware of fear, but he also knew that beneath fear lay an unsharpened blade.

Facing it head-on is not about shattering the illusion, but about carving out yourself—carving out harder bones and brighter light.

The Tongtian Sect Leader glanced sideways, his gaze both warm and sharp, like a swordsmith patiently awaiting the final refinement of a blade in the furnace. He understood that at this moment, Chen Yu stood on the cusp of breaking free from his cocoon.

The Guardian of Time and Space pointed into the distance: "That misty forest is the embodiment of the Abyss of the Heart. All illusions and all echoes await you as you ascend the steps within its walls."

Chen Yu opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, and took a step forward. The Tongtian Sect Leader's robes fluttered as he followed closely behind.

Stepping into the forest, a chilly mist clings to your ankles. Ancient trees with gnarled branches twist and turn like claws, and as the leaves sway, it seems as if countless dark red pupils are silently watching from the shadows.

A sudden, deafening roar erupted through the forest, accompanied by a series of eerie sounds. The shadows of the trees seemed to come alive, baring their fangs and claws, ready to devour everything. An invisible pressure intensified abruptly, and the air nearly froze.