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

During this time, he had reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, and the Arhatship was within reach. However, his cultivation level was stuck at the last hurdle, like looking at the moon through a thin mist—clearly visible, yet he could never overcome it.

However, his physical body has made rapid progress—far surpassing that of an ordinary early-stage Golden Immortal, and he can hold his own against a first-grade Profound Immortal.

At this moment, he sat upright with his eyes closed, his internal energy surging like a river, his muscles and bones humming, his blood and qi steaming, and a scorching and powerful force surging through his limbs and bones, as if he were about to break free of his shackles and emerge from his cocoon at any moment.

In an instant, a violent spiritual pressure exploded from Chen Yu's body, the surrounding air currents suddenly twisted, and even the surface of the river was rippled with layers of broken waves, as if the entire river was trembling.

Chen Yu's body slowly rose from the ground, his entire body enveloped in blazing golden light, like a war god fallen from the heavens, exuding an imposing aura.

His eyes snapped open, flashing with a sharp, cold light—in that instant, he clearly sensed the immense power surging deep within his bones.

This is not a simple flow of magical power, but a domineering force forged from flesh, soul, and true essence, which is heavy, thick, fierce, and sharp, making one's blood boil.

"Hmm?" Chen Yu's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly sensed an extremely familiar aura passing by from a thousand miles away—it was not an ordinary fluctuation, but a mark etched into his bones: the Tongtian Sect Master!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he had already gathered all his remaining strength, his toes barely touching the ground as he soared into the air, transforming into a golden rainbow that tore through the sky, and sped towards the depths of the mountains of Xiniu Hezhou.

Amidst the towering peaks, a figure in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering like surging ink clouds; the person seemed to have been waiting for this, turning around at the sound of the wind, his gaze as clear as the moon reflected in an ancient well, quietly meeting Chen Yu's gaze.

"Master!" Chen Yu's throat tightened, and he slammed his knees into the rocks, his forehead hitting the ground. His voice trembled, but every word was firm and resounding.

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked down at his disciple, a slight smile playing on his lips, a gentle chuckle in his eyes: "Good, you have broken through to the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, and the foundation for your physical body to become a saint has been firmly established."

Chen Yu's heart was burning; this "good" was more powerful than a thousand words—it was the seal stamped by his master's own hand.

He clenched his fists and secretly vowed: This body and this life will be used by the sect, and not a single inch of it will be broken.

"Master, what brings you here?" he asked, looking up.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's expression turned serious, a heavy cloud pressing down between his brows: "Changes have occurred in the primordial world, the Netherworld Rift is growing wildly, and the very source is being devoured... If this continues, the world will turn to withered bones."

Chen Yu felt a chill run down his spine, a coldness that seemed to penetrate to the very top of his head. Without hesitation, he clasped his hands in a fist salute: "This disciple is willing to follow Master, traversing the eight wastelands, and vanquishing all evil spirits!"

Two figures stepped side by side into the vast mountain landscape, their steps as firm as iron, their backs like monuments.

Ahead lay mountains of knives and seas of fire, behind them lay utter ruin—yet they marched in only one direction: to dispel darkness, to restore order, and to save the world from collapse.

The great river flows silently in the distance, its shimmering water reflecting the setting sun like gold foil spread out.

A gentle breeze swept across Xiniu Hezhou Mountain, causing the vegetation to bow low, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and peace. But no one could see that the undercurrents had already torn open the earth's veins, silently brewing thunder...

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"Ugh—!" A hoarse scream pierced the sky as the young man in white curled up under the roots of the old locust tree, his ten fingers digging into the soil, his chest completely soaked in crimson.

His face was ashen, his eyes bulged, and cold sweat mixed with blood trickled down his temples.

His right hand trembled violently, but he still forced himself to reach into his robes, grab three jade pills, and stuff them whole into his mouth. The medicinal power exploded, and a pale blue halo rippled out like water. The festering skin on his face visibly healed, scabbed over, and reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He leaned against the tree trunk to stand up, wiping the blood from his lips, but his eyes were like icy knives as he gritted his teeth coldly: "Little brat, have you hidden enough? The game—has only just begun."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped to give chase, but after jumping seven or eight zhang, his knees buckled and he crashed heavily into the pile of rocks.

Chen Yu, panting heavily, his face a mixture of paleness and embarrassment, spat out harsh words through gritted teeth: "Damn it...where the hell is that bastard hiding? We should dig him out even if we have to search three feet into the ground!"

Indeed, the disheveled man in white was Chen Yu.

At this moment, his internal organs were displaced, his meridians were broken, and his nascent soul was covered with cracks like a spider web. Even breathing was accompanied by excruciating pain.

In that battle just now, he lost decisively. Elixirs could prolong his life, but they couldn't repair his foundation—the injury was too deep, so deep that even the Divine Spring of Life could only keep him clinging to life.

Worse still, the Tongtian Sect Leader had already locked down his vital energy. Escape? Where could he escape to? No matter how vast the primordial world was, it couldn't compare to the sweeping influence of a sage's divine consciousness.

If this drags on any longer... I'm afraid I'll be taken away and turned into a puppet before I even recover from my injuries.

"You old bastard, you've got a good hand!" Chen Yu cursed inwardly. "Once I'm old enough to hold my head high, I'll break that Zhuxian Sword of yours into nothing more than a fire poker!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly grinned, his smile both roguish and bright.

"Hehe... Master Tongtian, don't you love playing hide-and-seek?" He licked his chapped lips, a cunning glint in his eyes. "I'll make sure you can't find me!"

With a flick of his finger, he took out a talisman with dark patterns. He poured his true essence into it, and the talisman hummed and trembled. Suddenly, it turned into a line of silver light and disappeared into the depths of the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Huh, someone actually left me a letter?

The Tongtian Sect Leader raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. "Heh, do I even need to guess? This old fox, he insists on using this method to play riddles with me."

He took out a jade pendant, and with a flick of his finger, spiritual energy burst forth.

A barrier of azure light suddenly rose from the void, the words written like splashed ink, sharp and chilling: "Your precious disciple is already in my grasp. Quickly come to the Black Pine Forest, thirty thousand miles west of Xiniu Hezhou—if you're even a step late, I'll collect his ashes. Hahaha..."

After sweeping, Chen Yu threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the treetops. The fountain of life surged through his veins, breaking bones were mended and ruptured organs were repaired, and in an instant he reached his peak.

He leaped up with a flourish, dusted off his robes, and strode confidently toward the northwest of Xiniuhezhou.

"You little brat, how dare you use your disciple to intimidate me?" The Tongtian Sect Leader's face was ashen, his eyes flashing with cold light. "Since you want to die, I'll personally send you on your way!"

Chen Yu moved with incredible speed, sweeping across the wasteland and crushing withered branches as he raced northwestward.

An hour later, he suddenly stopped. The surrounding area was deathly silent; even the chirping of insects seemed to have been silenced, and the wind dared not stir the leaves.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing the southeastern sky like a blade, straight into the depths of the void—"It's right there!"

He leaped and landed steadily. Under his feet was a thick layer of decaying leaves, soft and dull as he stepped on them, while rotten wood and broken branches creaked and groaned beneath his boots.

A thousand meters away, a colossal mountain rose abruptly from the ground, hundreds of feet high, with a ferocious appearance and jagged cliffs. The entire mountain resembled a violent beast that had been dormant for thousands of years, lying on the ground with its head raised, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, its oppressive aura overwhelming.

"The Great Thunderclap Temple... is indeed here." Chen Yu murmured, his tone devoid of any awe, but rather tinged with amusement. "Besides Flower Fruit Mountain, Xiniu Hezhou actually hides such a majestic mountain that can swallow the heavens and the earth. It's truly terrifying."