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

The sunlight, shattered by the branches and leaves, sifted out specks of gold that danced on the soil and withered leaves, like a guiding light woven into a path.

Chen Yu followed behind his master with his hands hanging down, his steps unhurried, but his heart was already soaring—the destination was not ahead, but the entrance to another chapter of turmoil.

He lightly tapped the hilt of his sword at his waist, his breathing calm, his chest burning with both fire and ice.

Suddenly, the bushes by the roadside split open with a rustling sound, and a figure emerged from the leaves, standing steadily in the middle of the road.

He was a young man with sharp, defined eyebrows and piercing eyes. Before his robes even fell, a chilling aura emanated from him, pressing down on the grass and leaves.

"Master Tongtian! Senior Brother Chen Yu!" The young man clasped his hands in a respectful bow, his voice like the clanging of metal on stone, "Li Hao, a disciple of the Jie Sect, has come on orders—with urgent news!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader slightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze sharp as a blade, and simply nodded.

Li Hao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke rapidly: "Master observed something strange last night while observing the stars. The Big Dipper shifted, the earth's veins stirred, and it seemed that a power dormant for ten thousand years was quietly awakening deep within the primordial wilderness! This power is obscure and unpredictable, and it faintly hints at signs of chaos in the world... Master was extremely worried and ordered me to report this under the cover of night!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingertips tightened suddenly inside his sleeve. He paused, his voice low but undeniably authoritative: "Return to the palace immediately, summon all your disciples, and await orders in the council hall."

The three turned and left, their clothes fluttering in the shadows of the trees, their steps synchronized, even their breathing seemingly in unison. A forest breeze swept by, swirling up a few withered leaves that followed them—this was hardly a return journey; it was clearly the first rumble of thunder at the start of a war.

The wind rustled through the gaps in the trees, as if the world were holding its breath.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the deep greenery, heading straight for the white jade palace of the Tongtian Sect Leader, suspended above the cloud-covered cliff. The Tongtian Sect Leader's steps grew heavier, his brows sharp as blades, his mind already repeatedly considering countless possibilities.

Chen Yu followed silently, his heart seemingly calm, but in reality, undercurrents were surging—there was a burning desire to try, and also a chilling impending storm.

A sudden scream ripped through the silence:

"Master! Something terrible has happened—!"

A disciple stumbled out of the woods, his hair ornament askew, his robe torn, and his forehead covered in mud and ash. He rushed forward, his knees buckling, and he almost knelt down.

"speak."

Before the Tongtian Sect Leader could even raise his voice, the birds on the branches were startled and flew away.

"The heretical cult leader... personally leading thirty-six demon generals and seventy-two Yin soldiers, has broken through the protective formation of the Southern Ridge and is marching towards the main hall!"

The chill was like needles, piercing straight to the bone. The moment that name was uttered, even the wind seemed to freeze for a moment—when a sworn enemy strikes, he never tests the waters; his attacks are always thunderous.

"Bells! Form ranks! Prepare for battle!" The Tongtian Sect Leader uttered words as sharp as nails, each syllable striking the forest.

The three stopped abruptly, their bodies taut like fully drawn bows. A sudden gust of wind swept through the forest, whipping up the withered leaves and creating a rustling sound that rose sharply, like the buzzing of a thousand arrows before they were released from a bow.

Beneath the tranquil woods, undercurrents were already surging. A tough battle was brewing beneath their feet.

Their steps did not stop, but their figures became increasingly fixed—not a retreat, but a gathering of strength; not hesitation, but readiness to act.

The sunlight slanted across the treetops, casting three long, straight shadows on the backs of the three people, pointing towards the palace.

The sound of the wind faded into the distance, leaving only the rustling of leaves, like a long and solemn promise.

The primordial chaos hung by a thread, and that battle was now unavoidable.

Outside the palace of the Tongtian Sect Leader, a sea of ​​people stretched out, a dense, dark mass. Disciples from various sects, dressed in distinct robes, stood in imposing formations according to their sect's boundaries, dividing the vast plaza into several grim and somber spaces.

Everyone held their breath, their faces tense, as if even breathing might disturb the impending thunderous judgment.

On the towering altar in the center of the square, armored guards stood tall and imposing, their armor blades gleaming coldly, their gazes sharp as blades, piercing the void ahead.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sat upright on the dragon-shaped jade throne, his back arched like a bow, his aura pressing down heavily, making people's throats tighten and their knees go weak.

"Master Tongtian—do you really intend to turn against Ancestor Hongjun?!" A fierce shout tore through the sky, white robes billowed, long beards surged, and the old man who spoke had his beard and hair standing on end, his anger almost turning into tangible flames.

"Ha... that old man Hongjun should have been buried long ago! How dare he reach out and grasp the lifeline of the primordial world? He's simply overestimating himself!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader curled his lips into a cold smile, each word dripping with venom and utterly devoid of respect.

"Insolence!" Another powerful voice boomed, a beard billowing like dark clouds—it was none other than the Supreme Sage, Yuanshi Tianzun, "Tongtian! Do you truly believe you can break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao?"

The Grand Master of Heaven laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the land: "The Heavenly Dao? It's nothing but a rusty iron chain. If I truly wanted to sever it, why would I have waited until today?"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's face was ashen, with veins bulging between his brows. Suddenly, two clusters of dark blue karmic fire ignited in his eyes, and a scorching wave of energy swept across the entire area.

His voice was like thunder from the heavens, causing the blue bricks to tremble and vibrate: "Master of the Heavens! You have betrayed the Holy Ones and defied Heaven, your crimes are unforgivable—today, I will wash away this humiliation with your blood!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader abruptly rose to his feet, his robes fluttering, his gaze sharp as a knife, cold yet revealing an unyielding spirit: "Yuanshi, you've knelt for a thousand years, trying to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, have you forgotten that you were once the backbone of creation? Do you even deserve to judge me?"

The two faced off across the distance, their invisible pressure like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, forcing the surrounding disciples to retreat and even breathe cautiously.

The wind suddenly became fierce, the ancient trees howled, and the branches danced wildly. It was as if a giant string was taut between heaven and earth, waiting to snap at the slightest touch.

The Primordial Celestial Lord raised his hand and unleashed a celestial sword of azure light. The sword hummed incessantly, its silver light surging like a raging tide: "To vindicate Hongjun, today, let your blood prove it!"

With a flick of his wrist, the Tongtian Sect Leader revealed a peerless sword, its blade gleaming with light—the hilt inlaid with stardust, the spine carved with sun patterns, and countless rays of light flowing ceaselessly across its edge.

His gaze was like an icicle piercing through the air, his voice low yet each word resounding: "Yuanshi, since you want to seek justice for Hongjun... then come and learn from me."

Before the words were even finished, the sword energy had already pierced through the air and arrived!

In an instant, silver and golden light tore through the sky, sword cries like dragons and tigers roaring, the entire plaza swirling into a storm's eye amidst the crisscrossing sword energy. The disciples stood frozen, their fingertips numb, their hearts pounding—this was no ordinary duel!

It was clearly two primordial wills drawing their swords against each other!

Light and shadow burst forth, figures flashed by, sparks exploded where swords clashed, and shockwaves rolled like boiling oil splashed on snow.

The air was scorching and distorted, each impact causing eardrums to ache, and the bluestone beneath our feet cracked inch by inch.

At that moment, the sky darkened abruptly, the clouds surged like black dragons fleeing, and the entire primordial world seemed to hold its breath—what everyone saw was no longer the battle between the two ancestors, but the cracks in the collapse of the old order, the first opening of the new era.

Sword light fell like meteors, sword energy ravaged the land like hurricanes, and the battle had already reached a fever pitch. The two moved with lightning speed, their moves so fast that only afterimages remained, and the sharpness of their sword tips was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The disciples' Adam's apples bobbed, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end—it wasn't just power, but a primal force powerful enough to rewrite the laws of heaven and earth, pressing down on their very souls.