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

Chen Yu looked up at the horizon, sighed softly, and looked on with a sense of helplessness.

A breeze blew from afar, brushing against my cheeks and bringing a chill of desolation.

The mournful cries, like fine silk threads, swirled around my ears, surging in from all directions, as if the earth were weeping softly.

He understood that it was the spiritual veins of the Western land lamenting, the broken life force deep within this land calling out.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, a glint of light flickering in his eyes, as he probed into the depths of the earth—where the innate spiritual veins that should have stretched endlessly had now completely collapsed, broken into remnants.

With just one glance, he knew: such wounds could not be healed overnight, and were extremely difficult to restore.

He strode forward, and with a slight thought, he activated the power of the galaxy within his body, traversing the river of time and space to glimpse the beginning and end of that catastrophe.

The mirage dragon looked around at the desolate landscape, a hint of confusion appearing in its eyes, and looked up at Chen Yu.

"Master, why is the West so deathly silent?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu remained silent for a moment before finally letting out a soft sigh.

"This matter is also somewhat related to your dragon clan. The reason this place has become a wasteland stems from an ancient great war."

The Mirage Dragon was taken aback, and asked in confusion, "A great war? A great war related to my dragon race... Could it be a war between the three races?"

Chen Yu nodded, his gaze deep and far-reaching. "It is the war of the three races—the decisive battle between the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan."

"Initially, the war raged in the eastern part of the prehistoric world. Later, due to the instigation of the Western Demon Clan, the three races joined forces with Dao Ancestor Hongjun to jointly attack the West."

"In that battle, the heavens and earth lost their color. Before the Ancestral Dragon perished, he sacrificed his life to ensure that the Dragon Clan would forever guard the four seas; the Phoenix Ancestor died, and the Phoenix Mother led her people to retreat to the Undying Volcano, and from then on, the Phoenix Clan never appeared in the world again; the Qilin transformed into an auspicious form and hid away from the world."

"Several powerful beings also perished on the spot. Most tragically, the Demon Ancestor Rahu detonated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation as he lay dying, and then self-destructed his primordial spirit."

"The power of the sword formation, combined with the collapse of the Demon Ancestor's Dao Fruit, destroyed more than 90% of the innate spiritual veins in the West in one fell swoop. Since then, this place has been unable to compare with the East."

"Spiritual energy gradually declined, spiritual objects withered, laws dimmed, and life withered—it all began on that day."

Upon hearing this, the mirage dragon's pupils contracted slightly, its heart filled with shock.

He pondered: What level of cultivation would be required to destroy so many spiritual veins in a single explosion?

What kind of treasure could unleash such devastating power upon disintegration?

Chen Yu stood quietly outside the river of time, witnessing that fierce battle. Although a trace of pity arose in his heart, his expression remained calm as still water.

He didn't say anything more, and just continued walking forward.

Seeing this, the mirage dragon silently followed behind.

A man and a dragon walked across the wilderness, each step leaving its mark on this silent land.

With each step, Chen Yu sensed the energy of this world and felt the pulse of all living things.

At this moment, he could only whisper to himself once more: "The Western land is ultimately inferior to the East. Not only is the spiritual energy thin, but even the laws of heaven and earth seem broken and incomplete, and the vitality of living beings is far inferior to that of the East."

Even with the repairs done by two sages over thousands of years, how could the innate spiritual veins that were completely destroyed be easily restored?

The mirage dragon lowered its head and remained silent, seemingly deep in thought, always staying close to Chen Yu.

And so, the master and servant walked slowly, traversing this vast land.

In the primordial world, in the western region.

Chen Yu walked here, and a thousand years passed in that time.

Over the course of a thousand years, they traversed hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, yet encountered very few living beings.

Occasionally, one might observe that their temperament is far more violent than that of those in the East.

Looking around, the mountain ranges were filled with demonic energy soaring into the sky, and resentment lingered, resembling the entrance to purgatory.

Over the past thousand years, Chen Yu has lost count of how many ferocious beasts and demons he has slain—five thousand? Six thousand? Seven thousand? Or perhaps more than ten thousand?

The creatures of this land are trapped in poverty and scarcity, their temperaments are twisted, and they are bloodthirsty.

Of those who saw Chen Yu and the mirage dragon, eight or nine out of ten wanted to devour them, with only a very few retaining a sliver of goodwill.

Chen Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking around, his mind clear: no one is to blame for this.

The root cause lies in the fact that the West is too barren, with its innate spiritual energy nearly exhausted, making it difficult for spiritual herbs, materials, and rare flowers and plants to grow.

With scarce resources and a difficult life, a tyrannical heart naturally arises.

All beings cultivate themselves in a competitive manner, fighting fiercely for a single innate spiritual herb and risking their lives for a piece of innate divine gold.

In this world, the strong are respected, and the weak are silent. Only those with extraordinary strength can dominate everything and rule the universe.

At this very moment, on the western land, the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—is being displayed in its entirety.

Chen Yu looked around, then glanced at the mirage dragon beside him, sighed softly, and then strode forward.

The man and the beast once again set foot on the western land, and this journey would last for a hundred years.

On this day, he suddenly stopped, a strange light flashing in his eyes—ahead of him was a person walking barefoot, wearing a robe with sun and moon patterns, his hands clasped in front of his chest, slowly approaching.

Chen Yu stared intently, but could not discern the person's cultivation level, and was immediately somewhat surprised.

He had traveled through the primordial world for many years and had seen countless powerful figures, but he had never encountered anyone he could not see through at a glance.

At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder: Who exactly is this person?

It should be noted that in this primordial world, there are very few beings whose depths he cannot fathom, and all of them are top-tier figures.

He had met Zhen Yuanzi in the past and was able to discern the extent of his spiritual attainment; Zhen Yuanzi was a person of great supernatural powers, second only to the sages, and was already a rare figure in the world.

The person before him possessed an aura as obscure as an abyss, and his cultivation level was immeasurable. After a moment's thought, Chen Yu had already guessed the other party's identity.

Within the primordial world, the only beings whose cultivation levels he could not discern were the legendary Dao Ancestor and the six Sages.

No matter how powerful others are, even if they possess extraordinary abilities, he can discern their true nature from their falsehood.

The Dao Ancestor had long been in harmony with the Dao of Heaven and rarely appeared in the world; the two sages, Taiqing and Yuanshi, were his senior and second senior uncles, so how could they be strangers?

As for his teacher, he is still in seclusion on Jin'ao Island and would never appear here.

Nuwa, being a woman, resided in the Nuwa Palace deep within the chaos, and it was impossible for her to set foot here.

The only remaining possibility is the two Western Saints mentioned by Zhen Yuanzi—Jieyin and Zhunti.

He is currently in the Western lands, and the person who came is very likely one of them.

But it's unclear whether the person before them is Jieyin or Zhunti.

I never expected to meet a sage here; it was quite unexpected.

But even so, what is there to fear?

Now, his physical body is immortal, his primordial spirit is indestructible, and his true spirit is eternal. Even if a saint were to personally descend, he would not be afraid.

Although a saint may have a sect supporting him, he is just one person. However, if he is truly pushed to the brink, his strength alone is enough to keep all the disciples of the great sect from leaving their homes.

Chen Yu remained calm and composed, watching the figure approach step by step.

That person was none other than the Sage Zhunti.

The reason he appeared here was because of Chen Yu.

Previously, the Sage Zhunti had traveled through various realms. When he returned to his original mind, he wanted to investigate recent events in the West and happened to see Chen Yu kill a Taiyi Golden Immortal.