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

Emperor Xuanming suddenly stood up, his back as straight as an iron spear, his eyes gleaming with cold light, and turned to stride away.

"I, the Xuanming Emperor, keep my word. Having made a promise to you two, I will never go back on my word. From this day forward, you may come and go freely in the Xuanming Palace, and I will no longer place any obstacles in your cultivation."

Chen Yu clasped his hands in a deep bow, expressing his profound gratitude, and then drifted away with the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Ye Liangchen stayed, his feet on his homeland, his heart in Xuanming City.

Xuanming City was still bustling with activity and brightly lit all night, but Chen Yu had long lost any interest in leisurely enjoying it.

The two sat on the second floor of a tavern facing the street, brewing a pot of pear blossom wine and slicing a few plates of braised pork knuckle. They slowly poured and sipped the wine, chatting casually as if it were everyday life.

"Senior brother, what do you think of the Xuanming Emperor?" Chen Yu asked, tapping the rim of his bowl lightly with his chopsticks.

"Solid foundation, extraordinary demeanor, certainly worthy of being befriended." Ye Liangchen raised an eyebrow and smiled, "But to catch my eye? You're still three parts unsatisfied, four parts undeniably talented."

This is no exaggeration. Xuanming Emperor is indeed extraordinary, but Ye Liangchen had long seen through his true nature—the hidden laws and rhythms in the stone tablet when it trembled, the composure that kept his heart calm when he knelt down, weren't they all forged through countless trials?

Chen Yu shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, in the end we were unable to subdue him. This boy has extraordinary talent and great potential. If he is carefully trained, he will surely become a pillar of strength in the future."

"Opportunities are rare to come by, and to make matters worse, the three of us are traveling together." Ye Liangchen raised his cup and took a sip, the wine going down his throat with a refreshing coolness. "What we've gained this time has far exceeded our expectations. Right now, the most important thing is to improve our cultivation."

"Hmm." Chen Yu nodded, his gaze calm.

"Actually, there's no need to worry too much." Ye Liangchen suddenly lowered his voice, his fingertip tracing a shallow line on the edge of the table. "Have you forgotten who he is? The Xuanming Emperor—the only person in this world to have ascended to the Divine Realm! Even the Chaos Demon God would give him a wide berth. What's the point of mentioning such a mere nobody?"

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, his smile containing a hint of mockery.

"We only have one thing to do: become stronger with all our might." His expression suddenly turned solemn. "If we can't even protect ourselves, how can we protect him?"

"Understood." Chen Yu smiled and raised his wine glass, the porcelain cups clinking together with a clear, resonant sound.

……

Several hundred years have passed since the final battle between Ye Liangchen, Chen Yu, and the Tongtian Sect Leader that shook the heavens.

Xuanming City is no longer what it used to be—it is now the core of Chen Yu's territory. Its population has doubled, its city walls have expanded more than tenfold, and it controls seventy percent of the Southern Continent. Its power and wealth are unparalleled in the world.

Ye Liangchen and Tongtian Jiaozhu were in seclusion for most of the year, while Chen Yu would make a trip to Beiju Luzhou every three years.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged high in the sky, his robes fluttering, looking up at the heavens—the sky was slowly cracking open with a dark purple rift, and an overwhelming pressure poured down like a galaxy, crushing the void and making it groan inch by inch.

"The power of heavenly tribulation has always been like this."

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader rose from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, ethereal as mist, yet each word pierced the very soul: "Cultivators build their foundation with spiritual herbs and temper their hearts through struggle. Heavenly tribulations are the very chisels that the Great Dao uses to hone us. If you overcome them, you will be reborn; if you retreat, you will be doomed forever."

Chen Yu lowered his eyes and replied, "This disciple will remember."

The Grand Master of the Heavens nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through billions of light-years to the edge of the starry sea, and he murmured as if sighing, "The time... is almost here."

"What time is it?" Chen Yu looked up.

"This world is about to collapse." The Tongtian Sect Leader's voice was calm, yet as heavy as a collapsing mountain.

Chen Yu froze, slowly raising his head to gaze at the vast and ancient universe.

This is the birthplace of his master, and the origin of all living beings—but at this moment, the world that once nurtured the Tongtian Sect Leader is being condemned to its end by a single whisper.

"Who on earth could wipe out the entire world with a single palm strike?" Chen Yu frowned, his voice filled with disbelief.

The Tongtian Sect Leader slowly shook his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips: "The world is mysterious and profound, its secrets are vast. Even I can hardly see the whole picture. Perhaps only those saints who occupy the highest positions in the Dao can know a little bit about it."

He paused, his gaze becoming as deep and unfathomable as an ancient pool: "The existence of this world far exceeds my calculations—it was actually created by the Chaos God himself."

"Chaos Gods?" Chen Yu's pupils constricted, and he blurted out, "Weren't they annihilated before the beginning of time?"

He immediately clenched his fist, his expression solemn. "It is said that they could change the world with a wave of their hand, rewrite the laws with their breath, create countless worlds, and leave behind thousands of cultivation methods, allowing all living beings to seek immortality."

"There are indeed many creations," the Tongtian Sect Leader said calmly, "but there are also quite a few that can be destroyed. For example—this very world we are standing on right now."

Chen Yu nodded, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Master, have you ever heard of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"

The Master of the Heavens' gaze faltered slightly, as if an old image had swept across his heart.

"Hongjun Daozu was the foremost of the three supreme saints who attained enlightenment before the separation of chaos and the establishment of heaven and earth. Ancient texts record that he was transformed from a drop of primordial essence blood that splashed down at the moment Pangu created the world, and his power has suppressed all ages and dominated all the heavens."

"The incarnation of the great god Pangu?" Chen Yu was astonished. "But this... doesn't make sense."

"This is the result of repeated deductions by several Hunyuan Grandmasters, and it is absolutely true." Tongtian Sect Master pondered, "Pangu is known as 'Hunyuan,' and his blood is not blood, but the origin forged from the fusion of essence, qi, and spirit. It should not be underestimated."

"But Pangu was actually the first saint born after the creation of the world."

"But Hongjun Daozu existed long before the creation of the world; he only ascended to sainthood after Pangu's death. Although the two are from the same sect, their paths to enlightenment are completely different, and they have no blood relation whatsoever."

"After Pangu fell, his legacy gradually faded away like a spark, eventually becoming dim."

"This is the law of the cycle of Heaven, and cannot be forced."

"Even though he perished, his spirit and essence did not dissipate, but were sealed deep within this world."

"If you wish to inherit its traditions, there are only two paths to take."

"Firstly, by obtaining the bloodline of Pangu and becoming a direct descendant, one can naturally inherit the true teachings."

"Secondly, find a supreme treasure that can withstand its original pressure, and use it to protect and activate your bloodline, merging it into your own body—there is no other way."

The Master of Heaven spoke slowly, each word as if engraved.

Chen Yu listened intently, his eyes suddenly opening up to a clear understanding.

"This disciple remembers that in the Xuan Yuan World, the supreme treasure left behind by the Great God Pangu is called the Chaos Bell."

"It is indeed the Chaos Bell." The Tongtian Sect Master nodded. "There is only one left in this world. Although it is powerful throughout the universe, it is only good at protecting the physical body and has almost no power to resist the impact on the origin. Your current realm is not high enough, and forcing its use will only backfire."

He then changed the subject: "The only thing that can truly withstand the erosion of Pangu's essence and spirit is the Chaos Bell, which was nurtured by chaos."

Chen Yu's mind suddenly cleared, and he immediately understood.

"So that's how it is! Master, I understand!" His face lit up with joy.

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded slightly and said, "You are currently at the Quasi-Saint level. The Chaos Bell is too high-grade for you to control. I have another book here, the Yin-Yang Dao Scripture, which was written specifically to help you solidify your foundation."