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

Taiyi Zhenjun's expression was solemn. His whisk was wielded with unparalleled ferocity, each move like an axe splitting mountains, each strike like thunder piercing the heavens.

His inner cultivation was as vast and boundless as the ocean; with the slightest surge, mountains would bow and stars would shift. He was clear in his mind: if this battle were lost, the primordial world would crumble.

Nuwa stood holding a bottle, her figure swaying like a willow in the breeze, her expression serene and unwavering. Yet, her eyes seemed to hold the first ray of light from the beginning of chaos—beneath their gentle warmth lay an unyielding will. Her jade-like light overflowed, clear and vast, inspiring awe and reverence.

The moment the two clashed, energy surged like boiling water, the earth cracked, and the clouds collapsed.

The battle between offense and defense is not about vying for the superiority or inferiority of a single move, but about establishing the foundation of the order of the universe. Talismans danced wildly all around, their runes intertwining like a net, unleashing a power capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.

In a flash, a sharp light burst forth in Taiyi Zhenjun's eyes. He suddenly twisted his whisk, and thousands of runes collapsed and condensed into a blazing white spear of light. With immense force, it pierced through the air and stabbed straight into Nuwa's heart.

She lightly touched the jade bottle with her fingertip, and the light waves inside exploded, transforming into a perfectly round light shield that steadily blocked this world-destroying attack.

The battlefield was taut like a fully drawn bow, the killing intent so intense it silenced heaven and earth.

The battle between Taiyi Zhenjun and Nuwa Niangniang has reached its boiling point. Every move they make tears through the void, and every glance they exchange scorches the very threads of fate—the destiny of the primordial world hangs in the balance between their fingertips.

Taiyi Zhenjun treads the steps of the Big Dipper, his whisk scattering like a cascading Milky Way; Nuwa stands still as if in an abyss, her jade bottle churning with clouds that seem to swallow stars and embrace the moon.

The two figures were enveloped in blazing light and billowing mist, their forms appearing and disappearing amidst flashes of lightning, like ancient deities who had stood here since the beginning of time. This battle was destined to be etched into the very bones and blood of the primordial world, becoming an epic tale passed down through the ages.

Chen Yu stood outside the battle circle, his back straight as a blade, his expression cold and stern. He remained motionless and silent, yet he was like a towering, impenetrable mountain of black iron, overlooking the entire shattered territory.

The deafening roar of spells and the ceaseless surge of energy caused the entire primordial world to tremble in the aftershocks of their clash. Chen Yu breathed slowly, his aura as calm and steady as a still ancient well.

He knew that this move would mark the beginning of a new era—yet his heart remained completely undisturbed.

With a flick of his whisk, Taiyi Zhenjun unleashed a thousand silver threads that shot forth a chilling light, his sleeves billowing as his oppressive aura crushed three inches of void; Nuwa Niangniang lightly tapped the jade bottle with her fingertips, producing a clear and melodious sound, and a stream of crystal-colored light suddenly gushed from the bottle's mouth, condensing into a perfectly round and flawless protective barrier.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, their radiant light shattering the jade-like glow. The battlefield was instantly enveloped in a layer of misty spiritual energy, and even time seemed to stand still.

Chen Yu's gaze was like a knife, sweeping past the resolute chill between Taiyi Zhenjun's brows and across the unwavering determination hidden deep in Nuwa's eyes.

That vast power stirred up winds and thunder across the eight directions, causing mountains and rivers to hold their breath and stars to lose their order—as if if they took another step, the world would return to chaos.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light exploded from the tip of the whisk, runes danced wildly, and condensed into a phantom longsword that tore through the laws! Chen Yu's pupils contracted slightly, and the muscles in his shoulders tensed instinctively—this strike was the decisive moment.

The whisk spun rapidly, and the talisman sword pierced through the air, carrying a fierce momentum that could suppress all ages, aiming straight for the heart of the Goddess Nuwa.

Her expression remained unchanged, but her eyes sharpened. The jade bottle suddenly tilted, and a waterfall of light, as clear as the first dew of dawn, poured out to meet the earth-shattering blow.

Chen Yu held his breath and stared intently. In the instant that light collided with light, space cracked inch by inch, air waves surged silently, and everything seemed to be stripped of sound and color, leaving only a blinding incandescence. It was as if a string deep within his chest was quietly plucked, but he quickly suppressed it back into the darkness.

The air was so tight it felt like it was about to burst, and every breath was burning.

Taiyi Zhenjun and Nuwa's moves became increasingly ruthless. Daoist talismans swarmed like locusts, and divine patterns coiled around them like living creatures, exploding into bewitching flames in mid-air. Every trajectory was rewriting the destiny of the primordial world.

That Goddess Nuwa... was merely a projection. Otherwise, True Lord Taiyi would have already submitted.

Chen Yu remained silent as a stone, his gaze shifting between the raging flames and the light of the runes. Deep within his heart, a subtle ripple was quietly spreading—like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of ice, waiting for a thunderous strike to shatter the millennia-old freeze.

At that very moment, a whisper suddenly rose from the depths of his consciousness: "You are me, and I am you..."

The ethereal melody seemed to drift from the very beginning of time, its lingering notes accompanied by a clear, melodious sound, like dewdrops on a lotus leaf or wind rustling through a pine forest. It was the unique Nine Heavens Jade Pendant Zither music of the Immortal Sound Pavilion, its cool, soul-stirring sound captivating.

A corner of a past life memory suddenly appeared: a high platform, plain clothes and wide sleeves, several figures sat playing the zither.

Fingertips brushed across the icy strings, movements as graceful as flowing clouds, yet as precise as a ruler measuring the heavens. Where the music flowed, even time itself seemed to soften.

"Who am I?" Chen Yu asked silently.

These three words, like a brand, are burned and echoed on the soul, as if they have existed since the beginning of the universe.

Who are those people? Are they former members of the Immortal Music Pavilion? Or another branch of the family that has been lost to the long river of time?

"Your name is Chen Yu..." A voice appeared again, ethereal yet each word piercing the heart, as if piercing through the dust of countless eras, reaching the deepest part of his divine altar.

Chen Yu suddenly raised his head, his pupils suddenly igniting with two clusters of blazing golden flames, his gaze piercing through the chaotic illusion.

Golden light surged in his eyes like a galaxy pouring down, and a miniature version of a vast starry sky appeared deep within his pupils—billions of stars flickered and rotated, raining down light and illuminating the heavens!

Those eyes seemed to be able to see the past and the future, and to dissect the origin of the Great Dao!

"What kind of power do these eyes hold?"

In an instant, Chen Yu seemed to become the sole fulcrum of heaven and earth. His pupils transformed into the eyes of the universe, reflecting the eternal galaxy; his gaze was the axis of laws, capable of determining the rise and fall of all beings with a single thought, and deciding the lives of billions in an instant!

My heart pounded suddenly, like a war drum shaking a mountain. With each struggle, my blood surged like molten lava, roaring and churning through my meridians.

The skin glows with a fiery red light, impurities under the skin dissipate like smoke, and the flesh and blood are so clear that they are untouched by dust—this is not a body that can be conceived by an ordinary person, but a sign of the awakening of a holy descendant!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Blood and qi surged forth like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, bursting open blocked ancient meridians; violent power exploded from the depths of bone marrow, fascia, and internal organs, tearing through skin membranes, shattering old tendons, reshaping muscles and bones, and even the soul trembled in this torrent.

This is the awakening of the origin that has been dormant for thousands of years, the nirvana of the physical body breaking free from the shackles of the mortal world—it no longer belongs to the mundane world, but is moving towards an immeasurable supreme realm.

"So that's how it is..." Chen Yu's mind suddenly sank into a deep silence. Within his sea of ​​consciousness, a vast and boundless panorama slowly unfolded: the initial separation of chaos, the undifferentiated state of Yin and Yang, the surging of primordial chaos, the first cry of the Great Dao...

His body grew taller and taller, his bones clanging like metal striking metal, his spine straight as a pillar supporting the sky.