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

In the blink of an eye, you are in a different land.

The vastness of the starry sky overhead was breathtaking—billions of stars hung like lamps, giant stars spewed forth purple flames, and nebulae surged like silk, shimmering with light and color, as if the entire universe was playing a triumphant song for them.

Chen Yu looked up, and starlight poured into his limbs and bones like rain, as if an ancient star map within his body was being lit up one by one.

My heart was burning, and my mind was clear. It was as if an invisible star god was whispering in my veins: The starry sky never points the way, it only gives you eyes to find your way.

And their legend is the light that those eyes first saw.

The oppressive power of the stars surged through Chen Yu's bloodline, transforming into boundless divine energy that roared and churned within his body's starry sea.

His mind sank, and before him suddenly unfolded the movement patterns of billions of stars—not lifeless trajectories, but living, breathing rhythms, each star bursting forth with immense power as it breathed in and out, like the pulsating energy rising and falling in the depths of the universe.

"I understand!" Chen Yu's heart jolted, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What we need to leverage is the primordial power of the cosmos, not these fleeting glimpses of stars!"

He blurted it out, his voice clear and resonant, reaching straight to the ears. Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it is an inexhaustible source," the Tongtian Sect Leader said in a deep voice.

The two sat cross-legged in the void, drawing upon the true essence of the galaxy within their bodies.

The power of the starry sky is indeed boundless, but the power of the galaxy has its limits—even with astonishing combat strength, the foundation remains weak. To truly harness its power, one must reach into the depths of the galaxy and draw upon it.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's nascent soul slowly opened its eyes, its gaze like two sharp blades piercing through the sky. With a "whoosh," it pierced through a suspended star, scattering fragments of light like rain.

The entire audience was astonished. Especially the cultivators, who gasped, their eyes burning with awe. This was no ordinary spell. It was clearly an attack imbued with the power of annihilation, yet he easily dismantled it with a mere gesture.

Everyone was horrified—even the Tongtian Sect Leader himself had previously only been able to rely on the sharpness of his magical artifacts and the strength of his physical body to forcefully crush and suppress the star core, never daring to claim that he could "rewrite" its essence.

Now, he actually tore through the rules with his own Daoist aura, how could people not be astonished?

It's like a stream, which is narrow and shallow at first, so that everyone can scoop up water and drink it with their bare hands; but when it swells into a river, even the strongest person can only scoop up a few ladles, and the remaining surging force cannot be stopped, and if it stagnates, it will burst its banks and overflow.

But the Tongtian Sect Leader went against the current, using the Dao as a chisel and his will as a hammer, and forcibly widened the river three times—the small stream that could only carry a thousand pounds could now hold ten thousand boats, flowing endlessly and perfectly self-sufficient.

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader met eyes, their gazes burning with barely suppressed intensity.

The wonder of this method lies in reshaping the foundation of the stellar core. Without knowing the way, even divine power is like scratching an itch through a boot; now that I have a clear understanding, I realize that the power of the stars is never meant to be smashed, but rather to be nurtured, refined, and tamed.

They sat silently, yet they understood each other perfectly. The road ahead was no longer unclear; the direction had been set.

……

That night, all the saints of the Immortal Realm remained awake.

Just as Tongtian Jiaozhu and Chen Yu left Fengchantai, Hongjun arrived on a cloud and summoned eight hundred saints to gather on the high platform.

"A great calamity is imminent." Hongjun spoke in a very calm tone, his voice like the gentle tapping of an ancient chime, yet the lingering sound pressed heavily on the hearts of every saint, making heaven and earth seem to hold their breath.

The eight hundred saints looked at each other, none of them questioning the situation. Ever since the two had vanished, the aura of the Immortal Realm had gradually stagnated, the air tense and tight, like the deathly silence before dark clouds pressed down on the city.

"Only by working together with one heart and one mind can we overcome this tribulation." Hongjun's gaze swept over everyone, each word like a nail, piercing into the void.

All the saints agreed in unison. Everyone knew that if any crack appeared at this moment, it would be tantamount to breaking their own back—the Immortal Realm was not an isolated island, but a glass lamp floating on an abyss; if it was even slightly cracked, it would be reduced to dust in an instant.

Hongjun sits in the central command, while the eight hundred saints each perform their duties: reinforcing the boundary wall, rearranging the Zhou Tian Star Array, and refining ancient forbidden artifacts... Their oaths are as firm as iron, they are inseparable, and they jointly safeguard the safety of this realm.

Thousands of miles away, the Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu stood atop the clouds, their divine senses forming a net that silently covered the mountains and rivers of the Immortal Realm. The determination of the eight hundred saints, the hum of the array patterns, and the faint light of the barrier were all reflected in their hearts.

"Master, the calamity has finally arrived," Chen Yu said in a low voice, his voice steady but unable to conceal a hint of coldness.

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked up at the sky, his robes fluttering like flags, his eyes burning with starlight: "We have traveled far, but our roots have always been planted under this sky. It's time to go back—to stand shoulder to shoulder with the eight hundred saints and overcome this calamity."

Chen Yu gazed silently at his master's retreating figure, his heart surging with indescribable emotions. He knew that figure had never retreated, nor would it ever betray him—as long as the Immortal Realm existed, he would be the strongest boundary marker.

The moment the Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu stepped into the Immortal Realm barrier, the entire sky seemed to respond; the wind stopped, the clouds gathered, and all sounds ceased.

The eight hundred saints simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes blazing, to meet the two figures returning in the light—their eyes surging with the hope of rain after a long drought, the light of survival from a desperate situation.

"Master Tongtian, Chen Yu!" Hongjun strode forward, his brows furrowed, his voice low yet carrying immense weight, "You've returned—the Immortal Realm has been waiting for this moment."

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded and smiled, his sleeves fluttering lightly, as if a gentle breeze had brushed across Hongjun's brow, quietly smoothing away the layer of anxiety that had accumulated there. "The Immortal Realm is our land, and danger is our command. In this battle, we will not retreat a single step."

Upon hearing this, the eight hundred saints felt their blood and qi surge, as if an ancient bell were ringing deep within their souls.

They stood tall with unwavering gazes—as long as the Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu stood there, even if the heavens collapsed and the earth shattered, and the Milky Way poured down, the Immortal Realm would not crumble.

With everyone working together, the barrier of the Immortal Realm grew stronger day by day, eventually forming a dome array of flowing starlight, as if cast from glass or descended from the heavens, steadily supporting the entire Immortal Realm outside the chaos, isolating it from all prying eyes and encroachment.

The God of the Stars silently overlooks, the sky like a curtain.

The Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu stood side by side atop the highest peak of the Nine Heavens, their robes fluttering, their eyes sharp as blades, piercing through layers of clouds and the folds of the void, pointing directly to the surging undercurrents in the distance—they knew that the real storm was never behind them, but ahead.

Above the celestial realm, a silver moon hangs high, and countless starlight points fall like scattered silver by a divine craftsman, shimmering in the night.

The two stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes calm as ancient wells, yet unfathomable, as if they had already seen the calamities of the next hundred years.

Hongjun stood to the side, his expression solemn as a monument, his shoulders seemingly bearing the weight of the entire Immortal Realm.

He understood that after this battle, history would not only record his achievements, but also etch two names—the Tongtian Sect Leader and Chen Yu—as the backbone that turned the tide and the twin stars that illuminated the eternal night.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar arose from the horizon, not from the heavens, but from the sound of weapons shattering the void!

Countless demons and alien races surged forth from all directions like a black tide breaking through the sea. Wherever their iron hooves went, the starlight dimmed and the world lost its color.