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

That cultivator was someone he had been keeping an eye on, someone he originally intended to recruit into the Western Sect as a protector, but unexpectedly, Chen Yu casually killed him.

This matter caught his attention, and upon further deduction, he discovered that Chen Yu had killed thousands of Western beings along his westward journey.

These beings range from True Immortals to Grand Golden Immortals, and are all guardians he plans to bring into the sect in the future. Many of them are the result of his painstaking efforts to convert beings from the East.

Now that everything has been destroyed, how can we tolerate it?

Seeing thousands of disciples perish, the Sage Zhunti could no longer sit still. He immediately left Mount Sumeru and descended in person, blocking Chen Yu's path.

His visit was not merely to demand justice, but also out of a desire to redeem someone.

The goal is to bring Chen Yu into the Western Religion, turn him from an enemy into a friend, and make him a member of the religion.

Although Chen Yu only appeared to be at the True Immortal Realm, Zhunti knew perfectly well that this person was at least a Great Luo Golden Immortal, or even higher.

Otherwise, how could one kill a Taiyi Golden Immortal as easily as slaughtering a mortal dog in a single move?

A being capable of annihilating a Taiyi Golden Immortal with a single strike must at least be at the Daluo Golden Immortal level.

A thought flashed through the mind of the Sage Zhunti, and his eyes lit up immediately—if he could bring a Great Luo Golden Immortal into the Western Sect, his value would far surpass that of ten Taiyi Golden Immortals submitting.

That is why he personally appeared, intending to convert Chen Yu to the sect.

The little dragon that accompanies him may one day become a "Guardian Dragon".

After all, dragons at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm are extremely rare in the primordial world.

At this moment, Zhunti stood in the void, his eyes smiling, quietly watching Chen Yu and the Mirage Dragon in front of him.

Chen Yu also stood still, calmly meeting the gaze of the Sage Zhunti, but his heart was in turmoil: should he step forward to talk to him, or immediately tear through space and escape?

The mirage dragon, unaware of the situation, saw that Chen Yu had not moved, so it quietly stood beside him, neither speaking nor moving.

On the western land, two people stood facing each other, with a small beast standing quietly between them, as if the world had frozen in time.

Chen Yu looked at the person in front of him, his surface calm as still water, but his heart was already churning with a thousand thoughts.

After much deliberation, he finally spoke first.

"Chen Yu, a disciple of Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Jie Sect, pays respects to the Sage."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed, a gesture befitting a Taoist disciple.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Zhunti's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me as a sage. Indeed, indeed. My name is Zhunti. You are a disciple of Senior Brother Tongtian; why have you come to this Western land?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu remained calm in his tone.

"During this journey through the primordial wilderness, I unknowingly found myself here. It is truly an honor to meet the Sage Zhunti today."

He spoke humbly and adopted a low posture. It was not out of fear, but out of caution—he knew very little about the sage's true strength, only that his supernatural powers were unfathomable, but he had no way of knowing the extent of them.

Although he has now cultivated to the point of attaining the Dao through the laws, his physical body can travel through time and space, roam the long river without perishing, his true spirit is immortal, and even a trace of his remnant will can be reborn.

However, the supreme Dharma form has not yet been formed, the three bodies of the past, present, and future have not yet been united, and one's own small world has not yet been promoted to a small chiliocosm.

Once the goal is achieved, even if victory is not attained, one can still extricate oneself with ease.

Now, facing a sage, there is no way to retreat. The saying "a sage is unfathomable" is by no means an exaggeration.

Zhunti looked at Chen Yu, his smile deepening.

"It is fate that I have met Tongtian's disciple today. Tongtian and I are fellow disciples of the same generation, and since you are his disciple, you are my junior disciple. If I were to guide your cultivation, I believe Tongtian would not object."

"Nephew Chen Yu, how about it? My Western Paradise holds boundless great paths. Would you be willing to come with me to Mount Sumeru to cultivate the wondrous Western Dharma together?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Sage Zhunti, you say there is an endless Great Dao in the West? May I ask what kind of Great Dao it is?"

"You should know that my master, the Sage Tongtian, founded the Jie Sect and is the master of all laws. He is also a sage, and the great path within his sect is as vast as the sea, offering me endless opportunities for comprehension. If I were to follow the sage to Mount Sumeru, what could I possibly learn?"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti burst into laughter.

"Nephew, the profound mysteries of the Western Dao are beyond words; one can only truly understand them by experiencing them firsthand. If you come with me to Mount Sumeru, you will naturally understand."

Chen Yu shook his head slightly, his smile undiminished.

"Saint Cundi, if I go with you to Mount Sumeru, I fear I will find it difficult to escape. If my master finds out, what will he think?"

"In my opinion, it would be best not to go. After all, I have already joined a sect, and it would be impolite to join another sect."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti still shook his head with a mocking smile.

"Nephew, there's no need to rush to refuse. Why not listen to the teachings of the Western Way first? If you find its profound methods truly beneficial to you, then it's not too late to go."

Chen Yu looked at him, his eyes clear and cold, devoid of sorrow or joy.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti chuckled and waved his hand.

In an instant, the world froze—time stopped, space solidified, and this world was completely sealed off.

After the sealing was completed, Zhunti slowly turned to Chen Yu and opened his lips again.

"Nephew, today I will show you with your own eyes what the Western Dao is and what the supreme Dharma is."

A Dharma image slowly emerged behind the Sage Zhunti, with four heads and eighteen arms, exuding a majestic aura.

Four faces gaze solemnly at the four directions of heaven and earth; eighteen arms each hold a ritual implement, some holding a ritual drum, others a gong, and still others a vajra, a flower basket, and other items suspended in their hands.

Chen Yu's gaze was calm as he stared at the Dharma image. His eyes flickered slightly as he quietly began to study its structure and mysteries.

Seeing Chen Yu's focused gaze, a smile appeared on the lips of the Sage Zhunti, and he began to chant.

As his voice rang out, countless scriptures flowed from his mouth, and the four hymns behind him resonated in unison.

In an instant, the entire world resonated with this endless chanting of Buddhist hymns.

This sound did not cause any dramatic changes in the weather, but rather lingered in the ears like a gentle stream, never fading away.

Listening to the deep and melodious chanting, Chen Yu withdrew his gaze and glanced at the mirage dragon beside him—he saw that the dragon's eyes were slightly closed, its expression dazed, and it was already on the verge of becoming absorbed in the music. Chen Yu couldn't help but sigh softly and shake his head.

A vast river of laws suddenly appeared behind him, its waves surging and stretching across the void, completely silencing the chanting.

No matter how much Zhunti chanted, the sound waves were blocked by the barrier of the laws and could not go any further.

Protected by Chen Yu, the mirage dragon awoke from its illusion, opened its eyes to look at its master, and still felt a lingering tremor in its heart.

He knew very well that it was Chen Yu who saved him; otherwise, his consciousness would have already been lost.

Once one fully absorbs the chanting, the seed of faith is planted, and one will eventually submit to the Western religion, finding it difficult to escape.

At this moment, the Sage Zhunti was completely unaware of these changes, and his eyes remained closed as he immersed himself in chanting.

He firmly believed that before long, Chen Yu would be convinced and willingly convert to the West.

Chen Yu quietly watched the sage, and seeing that he was still chanting with great concentration, he turned his attention back to the image of the Buddha behind him.

In his eyes, this Dharma form was not formed from pure Dao fruit, but was made from many innate materials—containing a large amount of innate energy, the main body of which was forged from innate spiritual materials and divine metals, and then shaped by great magical power, and finally transformed into his own Dharma form.