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

"Chen Yu...you actually...did this!" Her voice was hoarse and trembling, and her body swayed, but she managed to stay upright.

Chen Yu stood motionless, his face expressionless. Yet, a fire burned within his chest, not of hot blood, but of cold flame—burning away hesitation, burning away any path to retreat, leaving only the scorching exhilaration of reaching the summit.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva, you have been defeated."

He spoke, his voice flat and emotionless, devoid of any warmth, like the wind seeping from a crack in an ancient iceberg.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes darkened, and she suddenly raised her head, gazing at the horizon. Her gaze was as deep as an ancient well, yet seemed to pierce through layers of emptiness, revealing an indescribable glimmer of light—like a premonition, or perhaps a farewell.

abruptly—

A golden rainbow tore through the clouds, carrying immense Buddhist might as it hurtled towards her, hovering beside her in the blink of an eye. The golden light faded, revealing a solemn Dharma image of a figure clad in golden armor, holding a precious pestle aloft to the sky.

"The Bodhisattva is injured!"

The golden-armored saint's voice was like a booming bell, kind yet solemn, his eyes filled with genuine pity, yet unable to conceal his imposing aura.

Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded slightly, her brow furrowing slightly. She recognized this person—personally dispatched by the Western Paradise Buddhist Realm, the golden body of a Dharma protector under her revered master, the Tathagata Buddha.

"Chen Yu, you injured my junior sister; today you will surely be judged by Buddhist law!"

Before the golden-armored saint finished speaking, the heavens and earth trembled, the mountains bowed, and even the wind froze in mid-air, afraid to move.

Chen Yu raised his eyes, his pupils slightly contracting, but his grip on the gun tightened even more. He knew that he was no longer facing a single enemy, but rather the manifestation of the supreme will of Buddhism. But so what? The path beneath his feet was paved with the bones of gods and Buddhas.

Golden light, like a vast sea, spread across the battlefield. The golden-armored saint stood beneath the blood-red setting sun, his countenance solemn and his aura as deep as abyss.

Chen Yu pointed his spear diagonally at the ground, blood still dripping from its tip. He stared intently at that compassionate face, his eyebrows raised as if silently questioning: You, are you worthy to stop me?

"Come!"

His words were sharp and unyielding: "Whoever you are, those who stand in my way—will all turn to dust!"

The golden-armored saint's eyes still held compassion, yet a hint of sorrow lingered. He slowly raised his pestle, and a deep, heavy chant rose from his throat: "Chen Yu, the desire to kill has corrupted your mind; only eternal night and cold desolation lie ahead."

Chen Yu scoffed, his eyes burning with fierce intensity: "Strength is truth, victory is the right path—stop using compassion as a shackle!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, each step leaving scorch marks on the parched earth.

The golden-armored saint remained unmoved, his mace trembling slightly, unleashing a net of golden rays. Chen Yu neither dodged nor evaded; his spear suddenly transformed into a silver streak, forcefully cleaving through the golden net and aiming straight for the saint's heart!

boom--!

The two immense forces collided, the shockwaves overturned hundreds of miles of mountains, cracked the sky, and caused the sun and moon to lose their color.

Chen Yu's eyes were filled with burning obsession; the golden-armored saint's brows were filled with deeper compassion and heavier pity.

"Chen Yu, there is still room for maneuver if you turn back now."

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it seemed to pierce through the cycle of reincarnation, gently landing in his ear.

However, Chen Yu scoffed, his spine as hard as iron, refusing to budge an inch: "I only recognize strength; the victor is a god." His voice was cold and hard, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

Each word struck the ground with a resounding clang.

The Buddha's gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, followed by a sense of relief and admiration.

What worried him most was that Chen Yu's sudden surge in cultivation had caused him to lose his composure, become arrogant and blinded by pride, and forget why he was standing there with a gun. Seeing his bright eyes and clear mind, he felt a little relieved.

"If that's the case, don't blame this humble monk for being ruthless." The Buddha's tone was calm, yet it felt like a thousand mountains pressing down on you. Before his voice even faded, the world fell silent.

Its incarnation lowered its head and lowered its brows, then suddenly raised its right arm, the pestle pointing straight to the sky—in an instant, vast spiritual power surged like an overturned raging sea, churning into an endless silver-white tide.

The next instant, the pestle crashed down, as if the entire void had been cleaved open by a giant axe, unleashing a torrent of thunderous power!

This was no ordinary magical power, but rather the essence of Daoist spirit that he had refined throughout his life, every strand of which carried the power to shatter stars and split mountains.

In an instant, the sky tore apart, the sun dimmed, the mountains and rivers trembled, and all things seemed to sway and collapse amidst mournful cries.

Faced with this devastating attack, golden flames suddenly burst forth from Chen Yu's body, as intense as the rising sun.

"Boom—!"

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet. His knees sank slightly, but his back remained straight, like a battle flag driven into the heavens and earth.

The spear in his hand hummed and trembled, suddenly bursting forth with a sharp light that stretched for thousands of feet, transforming into a golden rainbow that tore through the sky, and fiercely meeting the treasure pestle that suppressed the universe!

In the blink of an eye, the void shattered inch by inch, and dark turbulent currents, like venomous snakes, swept across all directions. Two unparalleled forces collided violently, annihilating, tearing, and roaring—the entire space nearly collapsed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The figure had already turned into a blur of light, so fast that even the shadow couldn't catch up. Fists, palms, and spears clashed like a torrential downpour, each move deadly, each strike burning the air.

Chen Yu fought amidst flames, his body enveloped in golden light as if clad in divine armor. His spear swept across the sky like a blazing sun, unleashing countless sharp rays that crisscrossed the void wherever it passed.

The Buddha's incarnation stood firm as a mountain, his vajra radiating divine light. Each parry was like striking a bell and shaking a mountain, the clanging of metal making one's heart ache.

For a moment, it resembled a fierce battle between a dragon and a tiger, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, Chen Yu roared to the sky, his body leaping up, his hands gripping the gun handle tightly, the tip of the gun emitting a cold light, like a poisonous dragon emerging from the abyss, piercing straight into the throat of the Buddha's incarnation!

The Buddha's incarnation remained calm, slowly extending his left palm, palm facing upwards, without moving an inch.

In an instant, golden light shot into the sky, and a majestic Dharma image rose from the ground behind him, with eyes like torches and one hand holding up the spear tip that pierced the clouds—the spear's momentum was like a raging tide, and the Dharma was like a mountain, locked in a stalemate in mid-air, not yielding an inch!

Although the gun was stopped, the Buddha's incarnation staggered back three steps, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed inch by inch.

He frowned, his anger flashing for a moment before disappearing. His figure blurred and then solidified, appearing right next to Chen Yu. He clenched his fist and delivered a devastating punch to Chen Yu's ribs!

"boom--!"

The void shattered like a mirror, and the shockwaves rolled into mushroom-shaped clouds, scattering countless ancient runes in all directions, accompanied by mournful cries.

"Get out of my way!" Chen Yu roared, his spear sweeping across like an angry dragon's tail, the gale tearing through the air, determined to force his opponent back.

But the Buddha's incarnation remained unmoved, letting the spearhead strike his shoulder—golden light flowed like liquid, completely deflecting the spear's force, and the recoil made Chen Yu's tiger's mouth go numb.

He immediately stopped his attack, shrinking the ground beneath his feet to an inch, and retreated as swiftly as lightning.

"Whoosh!"

The figure vanished suddenly, like smoke blown away by the wind.

"Whoosh!"

He reappeared behind the Buddha's incarnation, twisted the tip of his spear, and with a cold glint, pierced straight into the back of the heart!

"boom!"

The Buddha's incarnation struck down with a backhand palm, seemingly casually, yet it was like a curtain falling from the sky, instantly shattering the spear's momentum without even a ripple.

Chen Yu's expression shifted between light and dark, and a vein throbbed slightly on his forehead—he knew that this avatar before him was not something that could be crushed by brute force.

"Amitabha." The Buddha's voice drifted over, compassionate yet stern, "Benefactor, are you still so stubbornly clinging to your delusions?"