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

Chen Yu lowered his eyes and nodded slightly. In that instant, an undercurrent flashed in his eyes—loyalty as solid as a rock, but beneath it surged an undercurrent of hesitation that even he himself could not explain.

Suddenly, a clear, melodious voice pierced the air: "Master Tongtian, Chen Yu—what kind of charade are you putting on?"

Everyone turned around in unison, and saw a middle-aged man in a plain white Taoist robe walking in on light. His steps were leisurely and his clothes were calm, but there was an unfathomable mysterious light floating between his brows, as if he had stepped out from the cracks of time.

The Master of the Heavens' eyes flickered slightly, then he laughed heartily and cupped his hands in greeting: "Fellow Daoist's arrival is an honor to my humble abode. May I ask what brings you here?"

The man's gaze fell directly on Chen Yu's face, his smile faint yet meaningful: "Chen Yu, you are the sharpest sword under Tongtian's command... But have you ever considered that what's sealed in your scabbard isn't a blade, but a key capable of overturning the entire primordial era?"

Chen Yu's fingertips curled slightly, and his heart suddenly sank, as if gripped by an invisible hand. He never thought he was hiding any secrets, let alone that his breath was connected to the very lifeblood of heaven and earth.

"What exactly do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?" The Tongtian Sect Leader frowned slightly, his voice remaining calm, but his fingers had already quietly clenched in his sleeve.

The middle-aged man smiled but said nothing, flicked his sleeves, turned and left, leaving behind a thick fog that weighed heavily on everyone's breath.

Chen Yu stood in the center of the square, the air around him seemingly frozen.

His heart churned with turmoil, and fragments of the past flooded back—the morning light as he meditated deep in the bamboo forest, the quenched dagger handed to him by his master's hand before the forging furnace, and the desolate loneliness of that snowy night when he alone severed the thirty-six chains of his inner demons…

He suddenly realized that those seemingly ordinary past events were actually full of unsolved mysteries.

He slowly turned around and looked at the Tongtian Sect Leader. His master was quietly watching him, his gaze as clear as ever, without any urging, only a serene trust.

"Master," Chen Yu said, his voice low but each word resonant, "I need to go back to the back mountain of Biyou Palace and search through the scripture cave from thirty years ago; I need to ask the old tortoise guarding the mountain why it looked at me three times more when it accepted me into the sect."

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded, his gaze calm as an ancient well. He understood the surging tide in Chen Yu's chest at this moment—it was not weakness, but the tempering of a blade before it was drawn.

He didn't say much, but quietly transferred a wisp of warm divine intent into Chen Yu's brow. It was a trust that needed no words, a silent yet immense support.

Chen Yu turned and left, his steps as firm and resounding as a rock landing. The swirling fog in his mind was being torn away inch by inch, replaced by an iron will and fiery courage.

He knew that running away would only allow old wounds to fester into abyss; only by stepping into that deepest shadow could he cleave through the truth and forge a new path.

He found a secluded valley, surrounded by sheer cliffs that seemed to silence even the wind. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and memories flooded back—that torrential midnight when the Tongtian Sect Leader brushed away the lingering raindrops from his robes as he entered the sect; the faint warmth of his master's fingertips as he touched his spiritual altar; and his own eyes, growing colder day by day, like a river slowly freezing beneath the ice.

Suddenly, a burning pain shot through his left arm! Chen Yu abruptly opened his eyes and saw the Intercepting Sect mark emitting a faint blue light, pulsating like a heartbeat, as if echoing the surging questions in his chest.

He opened his palm, staring at the winding runes, and a surge of burning fighting spirit exploded from his dantian, rushing straight to the top of his head.

"This mark... could it be the key that locks away my past?" The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and he shuddered as if he heard the first soft sound of the chains of fate loosening.

Before he finished speaking, the mysterious man was already standing a few feet away, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes like hooks, as if testing him or waiting for a long-awaited thunderbolt.

"Chen Yu, you've finally turned the first page." His voice wasn't loud, yet every word pierced the void. "Your power will shake the very foundations of this primordial world. In this game, do you dare to make your own move?"

Chen Yu met that gaze, his spine ramrod straight. He heard it—the mountains and rivers whispered, the great Dao resonated.

A brand new era is silently cracking open, and he is the blade that cleaves through the chaos.

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon his solitary silhouette. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a clear and sharp light, as if he could already see the long staircase ahead, waiting for him to shatter the clouds and mist with a single step.

"Master Tongtian, Chen Yu takes his leave!" He clasped his arms with his fists and bowed deeply like a fully drawn bow.

The Master of the Heavens raised his hand and waved it lightly, the corner of his sleeve sweeping through the air like sending off a wild goose, or like cutting through the dust.

"Chen Yu, take care." Those three words weighed heavily on his face, his brows furrowed with a solemnity that seemed to foreshadow a storm, and his eyes swirled with a teacher's almost painful concern.

"Disciple will not fail your expectations." Chen Yu replied loudly. Before his voice had even faded, he had already leaped into the depths of the flowing clouds. In a flash, his figure was swept away by the vast heavenly wind and disappeared without a trace.

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A hundred miles away from Biyou Palace, inside a floating jade pavilion, two elegant figures paced back and forth, their skirts fluttering in the wind. They were Xi Yue's avatar and Hong Xiuniang.

"Sister, is Chen Yu alright?" Xi Yue's clone twisted the edge of her sleeve with her fingertips, her voice strained.

Hong Xiuniang frowned and shook her head: "I only heard half a sentence—'Chen Yu's secret involves Hongjun.' The rest was swallowed by a restriction, but I managed to get the words 'Pangu Banner' out of my mind."

"Pangu Banner!!" the two blurted out, their voices rising sharply, like a snapped string.

"Legend has it that this banner was formed from the first gust of wind at the beginning of chaos. When it is shaken, it can crush the barriers of three thousand worlds and reach the realm of primordial chaos."

Xi Yue's clone's voice trembled slightly, "Hongjun has already placed this piece on the chessboard... He has been watching Chen Yu not for ten or eight years, but since the moment he was born."

Chen Yu sped along on the wind, the sea of ​​clouds churning and boiling beside him. The words of the Tongtian Sect Leader, "Hongjun's plan spans a thousand years," echoed repeatedly in his ears—what exactly was he after?

Is this inviting trouble, or using someone else to test the waters? Is he an ally, or a hunter cloaked in benevolence? These thoughts, like poisoned needles, pierced his temples, making them throb.

Suddenly, a golden rainbow tore through the sky! The golden-armored general stood in mid-air, his armor blades reflecting the sun with a chilling light, his eyes flashing with sharp light as he opened and closed, his aura as imposing as a mountain overlooking an abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

"Chen Yu, I have come by order of the Jade Emperor to help you break this deadlock." The voice was deep and resonant, like a bell tolling in the heavens, steadily calming the turmoil in his heart.

"The Jade Emperor?!" Chen Yu was shocked—the fact that the being who ruled the Thirty-Three Heavens personally dispatched an envoy showed that this matter had already been exposed to the primordial world.

"The relationship between Tongtian Jiaozhu and Hongjun can never be confined by the words 'master and disciple'."

The golden-armored general's expression was grim. "Hongjun was formed from the origin of chaos. His thoughts are as deep as a bottomless abyss, and his actions are hidden in the shadows. Every path he paves may lead to eternal damnation."

Chen Yu clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He was fully awake—facing the chessboard of the Chaos Realm, clarity was not a choice, but a lifeline. A moment's hesitation would mean utter annihilation.

In an instant, a blinding silver light tore through the sky, and with it, a violent pressure of heaven and earth crashed down.

A figure in white robes stepped out of the void, his robes fluttering like clouds, his face hidden in a hazy halo—it was Hongjun.