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

"There are two saints there—the Saint of Amitabha and the Saint of Cundi, both of whom were disciples of the Dao Ancestor. They were bestowed with the Primordial Purple Qi by the Dao Ancestor, established the Western Sect, and finally attained sainthood."

"These two possess extraordinary abilities and are extremely protective of their own. They occupy a vast area in the Western Lands, and their influence is deeply entrenched. If you, fellow Daoist, were to travel there, I hope you would be very careful..."

At this point, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly stopped, simply gazing at Chen Yu, his unspoken meaning clear.

Chen Yu smiled knowingly and looked at Zhen Yuanzi.

How could he not understand? This was clearly well-intentioned advice, reminding him to be cautious with the Western religion and not to provoke those two saints, lest he bring about undeserved disaster.

But was he a man who feared trouble?

Now his physical body is indestructible, his primordial spirit is eternal, and his true spirit endures. Even if his combat power is not as great as that of a saint, he is no longer afraid of the danger of falling.

If those two saints dare to attack him, when they return one day, although they may not be able to shake his foundation, the disciples of the Western Sect... don't blame him for being ruthless.

At that time, he will surely massacre the entire Western Sect. When he cultivates to become a mythical Great Luo Golden Immortal, even when facing a sage, he will let him know that he, Chen Yu, is not someone to be bullied at will!

Moreover, he was not alone. His master, the Tongtian Sect Master, was also a giant among the saints.

Admittedly, there are differences in rank among saints. If we truly consider their level, the Tongtian Sect Leader must be among the top, and the power of the supreme treasure he wields is something that the two Western Saints cannot contend with.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi. I understand."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak again when he saw Qingfeng and Mingyue enter the hall.

"Sir, the ginseng fruits have been harvested. Please take a look."

After saying this, the two respectfully placed the jade plate on the table.

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at him briefly and nodded slightly.

After Qingfeng and Mingyue left, he took out a jade box, uncovered the red cloth covering the fruit, gazed at the ten ginseng fruits on the plate, and gently placed them into the box one by one, his movements cautious and solemn.

After carefully storing the jade box, he slowly walked towards Chen Yu.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yu, these ten ginseng fruits are a gift, please accept them. If you wish to taste them again in the future, you may come to Wuzhuang Temple to find me at any time. I dare not speak of other things, but I have plenty of these fruits here."

Chen Yu accepted the jade box without hesitation.

"In that case, I shall gladly accept it, Brother Zhen Yuanzi."

Zhen Yuanzi laughed loudly, and Chen Yu smiled back. The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with open and honest smiles.

"Brother Dao, it's time for me to set off. The primordial world is full of boundless beauty, with wonders everywhere and myriad creatures possessing their own mysteries. Staying here for hundreds of years is already a rare opportunity; now it's time to continue on my journey."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded in agreement.

"Since you wish to depart, then allow me to see you off."

After speaking, he turned and led the way.

Chen Yu followed, and as he stepped out of Wuzhuang Temple, he caught a glimpse of the mirage dragon cultivating. He called out softly and then headed down the mountain.

Sensing its master's departure, the mirage dragon immediately stopped its cultivation, stood up, and followed closely behind.

The group walked slowly until they reached the foot of Longevity Hill, where Chen Yu stopped, turned around, and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. This is enough to escort you here."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi remained composed and did not press the matter, but simply looked at Chen Yu with equanimity.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yu, if you ever pass through on your way back, Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain will certainly open its gates to you and await your arrival at any time."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu nodded slightly, then clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, farewell."

Zhen Yuanzi returned the greeting with a solemn expression.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yu, until we meet again."

Chen Yu's gaze lingered on Zhen Yuanzi for a moment, then he turned around, strode westward, and his figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

The mirage dragon followed closely behind, never missing a step, silently accompanying its master on the journey westward.

At this moment, it had already shed its former mortal form and broken through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

When he first listened to the great teachings of the sages, he had already stepped into the threshold of becoming a Golden Immortal; later, he comprehended the cultivation methods taught by Chen Yu, gained insights, and his foundation became increasingly profound.

Given time, success will come naturally, and one will be promoted to Taiyi.

However, because he was mindful of his master's unfinished business, he forcibly suppressed his cultivation level and did not break through.

Afterwards, he traveled with Chen Yu through the prehistoric world. Through his observations and experiences, everything he saw and felt was transformed into the accumulation of his Daoist cultivation. He also consumed the ginseng fruit, a supreme treasure of heaven and earth, which instantly cleared his mind, broke through all his bottlenecks, and made him a Taiyi Golden Immortal in one fell swoop.

With such cultivation, one dares not claim to be invincible throughout the world, but such skill is sufficient to establish oneself in the primordial wilderness.

At this moment, it was certain in its heart that as long as it followed its master, there would be no mishaps on the road ahead.

Thus, the man and the dragon once again traversed the primordial wilderness, traversing mountains and rivers, and taking in the magnificent scenery of heaven and earth.

The person traveling in the western lands was none other than Chen Yu; and the "little beast" accompanying him was actually a true dragon—a mirage dragon.

The Mirage Dragon is now a Taiyi Golden Immortal, considered a top figure among the dragons. However, looking at the entire prehistoric world, this level is still only average.

But it has its own clear understanding: there's no need to think too much, just follow its master closely, and everything will be under its protection.

Along the way, countless Golden Immortals, Taiyi Immortals, and even Daluo Golden Immortals vanished like dust before their master.

Even more remarkably, a powerful figure like Zhen Yuanzi personally invited the master to the temple to discuss the Dao, and upon parting, personally escorted him for ten miles, showing him exceptional courtesy.

Who is Zhen Yuanzi? He was one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace in the past. He was a primordial god and demon of the same generation as the Dragon Ancestral Dragon. He was famous and held a high position.

Such a person was extremely respectful to his master, and even treated him to fruit from the Ginseng Fruit Tree, one of the ten top-grade innate spiritual roots.

Thinking of this, the Mirage Dragon couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

He himself, thanks to his master, was able to taste a ginseng fruit.

It should be known that this fruit is something that even the Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea, let alone ordinary creatures, has no chance to taste. Yet, it has indeed swallowed one.

In that instant, the mirage dragon seemed to see its future path shining brightly, with boundless prospects.

It continued to follow cautiously beside Chen Yu, its head bowed and eyes lowered. Suddenly, it noticed that its steps had stopped, so it quickly stopped, looked up at its master, and its eyes were full of doubt.

Why did you stop?

Chen Yu did not answer, but simply gazed ahead quietly, his expression indifferent, yet he sighed softly.

"Ugh!"

"I never imagined that the western lands would be so desolate; compared to the east, it's like heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this, the mirage dragon followed the gaze and saw that all it saw was a desolate desert, with occasional towering mountains, but the forests were sparse, with no towering trees in sight, and the branches and leaves were withered and lifeless.

What it sensed even more clearly was that the innate spiritual energy here was thin, far less abundant than in the east, probably only about 30%.

Chen Yu gazed into the distance and muttered to himself.

"With insufficient spiritual energy, it is difficult to establish a solid foundation. In such an environment, innate spiritual treasures, spiritual materials, spiritual medicines, and rare flowers and herbs are naturally scarce and difficult to cultivate."

"The path of cultivation for beings in the West must be extremely arduous."

After saying that, he took a step forward, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

The soil beneath my feet was cracked and covered with gravel, showing no signs of moisture. Compared to the fertile lands of the East, it was as different as mud and clouds.

He bent down and looked across the land—he saw only yellow sand covering the ground, not a blade of grass growing, the soil barren, like a dead zone.