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

Chen Yu looked up and saw a giant statue floating in mid-air—a middle-aged monk wearing a bright yellow robe sat on a lotus platform, his face like a full moon, his eyebrows like a crescent moon, his lips smiling, his compassion exuding supreme majesty.

Nine crimson-scaled dragons coiled around its body, flames leaping and tearing through the clouds with their claws, their whiskers and hair bristling, as if they were about to break through the sky and fly away.

"Could this be... Samantabhadra Bodhisattva?" Chen Yu's heart trembled slightly.

"By the grace of Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, your disciple Pu Hui, acting on the decree of Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara, has brought Young Master Chen Yu to offer birthday greetings!"

Pu Hui stepped steadily into the hall, clasped her hands together, and held a gold-embossed letter above her head.

Puxian reached out and the letter flew into his palm. He glanced at it briefly, then tossed it away. The letter fluttered like a butterfly and landed back in Puhui's hand. "Chen Yu? I heard you have attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal status. Indeed, your aura is awe-inspiring and extraordinary."

"This junior has only managed to ascend the steps by chance; how dare I compare myself to the Bodhisattva's sacred realm?" Chen Yu bowed his head and clasped his hands, his posture humble and respectful.

Puxian's gaze was like lightning, piercing straight at him: "I heard that you already possess the 'Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Manual'?"

"Indeed, it is fate," Chen Yu replied readily.

"Very well!" Puxian nodded, his voice as firm as metal and stone. "After the birthday banquet, you will come with me to the Heavenly Court."

Chen Yu's breath hitched, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He never expected that he would encounter such a dramatic turn of events as soon as he stepped into the gates of Tianyin Temple.

"Young Master Chen Yu, there is no need to be alarmed," Pu Hui explained gently. "This banquet hosted by Buddha is not only to celebrate his birthday, but also to invite outstanding talents from all heavens to discuss important matters concerning the universe."

"I see!" Chen Yu felt relieved, and his shoulders relaxed slightly.

Puxian's gaze swept over the jade pendant at his waist, and he said slowly, "Tianyin Temple has a deep connection with the Three Pure Ones. Since you inherit the lineage of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, you are a fellow practitioner of my Buddhist sect."

"This junior is willing to uphold the covenant with Tianyin Temple forever, and to be loyal to it." Chen Yu responded loudly.

He thought to himself, "Truly worthy of being the orthodox lineage established by the Three Pure Ones—Buddhism reveres it, the Jie sect worships it, and even the Chan sect dares not be disrespectful to it."

"Good!" Puxian's sleeves fluttered slightly, golden light rippled, and he gestured to step back.

Chen Yu bowed and stepped forward, his steps unwavering, but his heart was in turmoil: "The power of Buddhism far exceeds my expectations. Although the legacy of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is strong, it is now like an ancient sword lying dormant in the abyss, its edge still sharp, but no one cares about it. The Heavenly Court is indifferent, Buddhism is indifferent, and even the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect only regard it as an old relic to be admired, without the awe they once had."

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Chen Yu bid farewell to Tianyin Temple and returned to the small courtyard where he lived.

A group of cultivators had already gathered in the courtyard. Most of them were wandering immortals, dressed in different robes and exuding mixed auras, but each of them had sharp eyes and bones as strong as iron.

Chen Yu raised his eyes and swept them over, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Among this group, even the weakest was a True Immortal, with the remnants of stardust beneath their feet and the lingering ash of lightning tribulation still clinging to their sleeves.

In the corner of the courtyard, under the eaves, stood several other figures—their auras as solid as mountains, their steps as still as windless, clearly several Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Chen Yu recognized two of them at a glance: one was the Vice Leader of the Jie Sect, the Ancient Buddha Dipankara, with a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows and holding a glass lamp; the other was the Dharma King Qiu Shou Xian, with a blue face and fangs, a string of skulls hanging around his neck, and a murderous aura as restrained as a cold blade in its sheath.

Upon seeing Chen Yu appear, the two immediately went to greet him.

"Young friend, have you come to my door today with something important to tell me?" Dipankara Buddha smiled as he lit his lamp.

"Indeed." Chen Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice clear and melodious. "I wish to attend the Peach Banquet."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Ran Deng's eyes. "What a coincidence—that's exactly what we've come here for."

"The Peach Banquet?" Chen Yu was slightly taken aback. "Could it be this grand Buddhist feast before us? But... I'm only a newcomer to the Great Luo Realm, with shallow experience. I'm afraid I won't be able to get a seat?"

His tone was full of astonishment.

Ran Deng shook his head and smiled: "Young friend, you misunderstand. It wasn't me who invited you; you agreed to it yourself."

"What?" Chen Yu's pupils constricted sharply. "I agreed? When did I say that?"

He racked his brain, but had no recollection of it.

"It was decided by my grandmaster myself," Pu Hui said, his voice clear and bright, now standing under the eaves.

"Oh?" Chen Yu turned his head sharply and looked at the Tongtian Sect Leader standing with his hands behind his back. The man's lips were slightly raised, his gaze was gentle, and he nodded slightly to him, as if to say: Ask away, I'm here.

Chen Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his chest, and asked in a calm tone, "Master Puhui, may I ask if your esteemed leader left any instructions? What exactly is the purpose of this Peach Banquet?"

His face remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

To his utter surprise, the Tongtian Sect Leader personally sent an envoy to invite him to the Peach Banquet.

Chen Yu was just a rogue cultivator who had just entered the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortal. He hadn't even been recorded in the Heavenly Court's Jade Register, so how could he possibly have taken even half a step into the Jade Pool?

"Young friend, please do not doubt," Pu Hui said earnestly, his hands slightly clasped together. "The sect leader invited you not out of coercion or coercion, but because he values ​​your exceptional weapon-forging skills—hoping that you will shine at the Peach Banquet, make a name for yourself in the Three Realms, and resound throughout the Nine Heavens."

"I see." Chen Yu's mind raced, and his eyes darkened slightly. How could he be so naive? For a dignified saint of the Jie Sect to condescend to such a high position, there must be some ulterior motive.

But he didn't intend to ask further. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would be fleeting, and missing it would be a lifelong regret.

Chen Yu clasped his hands and said loudly, "Master Puhui, rest assured, I will do my utmost in this matter."

Pu Hui nodded, his expression unchanged: "Young friend, the rules for this gathering are very strict. Those without a talisman or seal cannot even ascend the cloud steps outside the South Heavenly Gate."

"A talisman?" Chen Yu was taken aback. His palm was empty; there was no invitation in sight.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.

"We all arrived with talismans," Qiu Shouxian said with a smile. "A few days ago, the sect leader specially ordered eight messengers to deliver invitations to the twenty-eight grotto-heavens and seventy-two blessed lands of Dongsheng Divine Continent."

"Inviting all sorts of forces?" Chen Yu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "What a brilliant way to build good relationships!"

"Exactly!" Qiu Shou Xian stroked his beard and laughed. "There are no fixed rules for the Peach Banquet, but there is one ironclad rule—it must be held after the birthday of the Goddess Nuwa, so preparations often take years."

"The third day of the third lunar month..." Chen Yu repeated softly, then his pupils suddenly contracted. "That's the birthday of the Goddess Nuwa!"

He then suddenly woke up—

This Peach Banquet was entirely for the sake of the Goddess Nuwa!

Chen Yu inwardly cursed himself for being slow-witted, but his face remained impassive. He simply turned to the Ancient Buddha Dipankara and asked in a deep voice, "May I ask, Ancient Buddha, is this grand gathering specifically held to celebrate the Empress's birthday?"

"Excellent!" Dipankara Buddha nodded with a smile. "Young friend, your insight is remarkable. This is not only a celebration of the Empress's birthday, but also a fine opportunity for the immortals to exchange rare treasures and find the most precious gems."

Chen Yu immediately understood: the Tongtian Sect Leader had set up this scheme on the surface as a birthday celebration, but in reality, he had orchestrated a grand immortal market.

It sounded grand and dignified, but Chen Yu felt a tightness in his heart.

His brow furrowed, and suddenly, like lightning, he cleaved through the fog—

Could it be... that innate spiritual treasure is really going to make its appearance here?

The thought arose, and his back suddenly tensed.

"Wait a moment, everyone!" Chen Yu stepped forward, his voice clear and melodious.

"Please speak freely, young friend." Puzhi clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and looked solemn.

Chen Yu looked directly at everyone and said, "This year, our Western Buddhist sect will also be present at the Peach Banquet."