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

It was over a hundred feet tall, with menacing fangs, fiery red eyes, and violent electric snakes crackling all over its body.

Chen Yu held his sword horizontally, his knuckles white, yet his eyes grew ever clearer. The Tongtian Sect Leader slightly raised his sleeves, and the surrounding air suddenly froze.

"This calamity is your destined test," the Tongtian Sect Leader's voice boomed like thunder. "Only by slaying this monstrous creature can you be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with your fellow Daoists and safeguard the peace and tranquility of this vast primordial world."

Chen Yu nodded, his gaze fixed intently on the demon's head. He knew this was not a solitary journey to death, but the beginning of proving his path through battle, the first hurdle to truly step into the ranks of the guardians.

The demonic beast roared, the sound waves causing the rock walls to crumble and crumble. The two moved almost simultaneously—sword light exploded like a cascading galaxy; magic seals flew, as if mountains were shifting. The valley instantly transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

Chen Yu's movements were so fast that he was just a blur. His sword strikes were like a waterfall. He would strike and then retreat, only to advance again. Every move was deadly. The Tongtian Sect Leader, on the other hand, could summon heavenly thunder and control the wind and clouds with his sleeves. Every move he made was in harmony with the rhythm of the Great Dao. He could suppress the demonic energy as if removing the fuel from under the pot.

Sand and stones flew, ancient trees were broken, the earth cracked, and the mountain peaks trembled. The entire primordial wilderness seemed to hold its breath, waiting for this battle to be over.

Amidst blood and fire, Chen Yu finally realized that true protection is not merely about wielding a sword with passion; it is about knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still understanding their strength, seeing through their hearts, breaking their bones, and destroying their malevolent spirit.

As the battle reached its climax, the monster let out a mournful cry, its voice distorted, before collapsing to its knees with a thud, its black blood overflowing and rapidly eroding the rock, sending up pungent blue smoke.

Chen Yu and the Tongtian Sect Leader stood side by side beside the corpses, their robes dusty, yet their imposing presence remained undiminished. They spoke not a word, only nodded to each other—their gazes conveying unspoken understanding and trust.

The rosy dawn broke through the clouds, spreading gently and illuminating their shoulder armor and sword blades. They gazed into the distance, not at their destination, but at the direction from which countless companions were approaching.

Legends don't exist in tales, but underfoot, on the tip of the sword, and in every choice to step forward.

Chen Yu's lips curled slightly, he turned and strode away, his green robe flashing as he disappeared into the depths of the forest, never to be seen again...

Several days later, he returned by the waves, landed on Penglai Island in the East Sea, and found the Immortal Taiyi.

"Chen Yu," Taiyi Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, "you have made invaluable contributions to this great calamity of the primordial world. Your master has already agreed—if you wish to ascend to the path of immortality, the Samadhi True Fire must be refined by your own hands."

Chen Yu felt a surge of warmth in his heart and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Martial Uncle!"

"Yes, work hard. When your alchemy cultivation reaches the Golden Immortal realm, your master will bestow upon you another Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill." Master Taiyi's voice was steady, and his eyes revealed expectation.

"I will remember this!" Chen Yu clasped his hands and bowed again, his tone sincere.

"Go, and do not slack off. The spiritual herbs used in the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill are all made with the essence of heaven and earth, and there is no room for carelessness." Master Taiyi waved his sleeve lightly, signaling him to step back.

Chen Yu bowed and took his leave, stepping out of the Jade Void Palace. Back in his own cave, he sat cross-legged, calming his mind and carefully deducing the next steps.

The Tongtian Sect Leader once bestowed upon him a priceless treasure—his personally compiled "The Immortal Slaying Sword Manual." This manual is an unparalleled masterpiece, every word like thunder, every sentence concealing its sharpness, truly the supreme guide to the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Although Chen Yu had mastered the Four Swords of Zhuxian, he was still unable to decipher the true meaning of the classic text, so he had to carefully seal them away as his last resort.

In addition, the Tongtian Sect Leader bestowed two more sword manuals: one called "Slaying Immortals Sword Manual" and the other called "Slaying Immortals Sword Manual".

The "Slaying Immortals Sword Manual" is divided into eight styles: Seven Kills, Breaking Army, Seven Curves, Six Ding, Five Kui, Four Symbols, Five Yin, and Six Harmonies. Each style is imbued with the power of heaven and earth and contains the ability to destroy the world. It is truly an unparalleled killing move that has shaken the world throughout history.

This scripture was personally established by the Tongtian Sect Leader, and its power is overwhelming. Even if only one move is used, it can cut down immortals and Buddhas, and even the body of a saint will hardly be completely unharmed.

The "Immortal Sword Manual" was also created by the Tongtian Sect Master with painstaking effort. It is fierce and domineering, and every move is a matter of life and death. It is a supreme sword technique that is dedicated to attack and leaves no room for retreat.

Back then, when the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Primordial Heavenly Lord debated and competed, they tested these two sword techniques on the edge of chaos.

The "Slaying Immortals Sword Manual" is primarily offensive, with sword strikes as swift as lightning and surging with killing intent.

The "Sword Manual of Immortals" is all about killing; every move is fatal, and every inch of it can sever a soul.

The "Zhu Xian Sword Manual" is primarily defensive; its sword light is like a curtain, impervious to all calamities.

The three perspectives, each with its own interpretation, complement each other seamlessly, forming a unified whole.

The "Immortal Sword Manual" is a pure path of killing, sharp as a blade scraping bone, with every strike harboring deadly intent.

The "Zhu Xian Sword Manual" is a defensive technique as solid as a copper wall and iron barrier, with a defense as dense as a net, which is indestructible.

The "Slaying Immortals Sword Manual" is like a demonic blade that has drunk the blood of gods, its sharpness tearing through the void, capable of slaying immortals and saints.

The two sword techniques are very different in style, but equally powerful.

The "Slaying Immortals Sword Manual" is particularly powerful; the more enemies one slays, the faster one's cultivation increases. However, if one's will is not firm, one is easily consumed by its malevolent energy and falls into a state of madness. For this reason, the Tongtian Sect Master never used it in public, for fear of incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people.

At this moment, the figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader quietly disappeared from Chen Yu's sea of ​​consciousness, replaced by his every move and breath as he passed on the sword.

Chen Yu closed his eyes slightly, his mind wandering beyond the mundane world.

His figure soared into the air, his robes fluttering, his swordplay flowing like clouds and water. The surrounding sword energy surged, a cold wind suddenly rose, swirling up pebbles and causing fallen leaves to tumble wildly.

"Clang—Clang—Clang—" A long roar ripped through the sky as a sword thrust out, the dragon's roar resounding in the ears, and the sword light soaring straight to the heavens!

He suddenly opened his eyes, his fingertips tracing the spine of the sword, and whispered, "It's done... I understand. This move will be called 'Slaying Immortals'."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly drew his longsword, gently wiping away the dust from the blade with the corner of his sleeve, his expression as tender as if he were wiping a baby's cheek.

Suddenly, he roared to the sky, his sword blade slashing diagonally, and a burst of blazing white sword energy erupted, tearing through the clouds, shattering the sky, and causing the flowing clouds to collapse and disintegrate!

"Haha, Immortal Slayer—what a magnificent Immortal Slayer!" He laughed loudly, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

He raised his arm and swung his sword, unleashing a hundred-foot-long sword aura that slashed through the air and crashed violently into the thick clouds. The clouds surged like boiling water, billowing white mist into the air.

"Boom—!" A thunderclap resounded, and a deep crack appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, as if a piece of the sky had been forcibly ripped away.

"That's great!" he exclaimed.

He immediately tapped his toes, and the flying sword hummed as it soared into the sky. He rode the sword into the air, transforming into a silver rainbow, and sped towards the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the surging clouds and vanished without a trace.

……

Chen Yu landed atop the solitary peak on his sword, the crisp mountain wind whipping his robes in the wind. His eyes shone brightly, his brows furrowed with unwavering resolve.

I took a deep breath and looked around—everywhere I looked was lush greenery and verdant trees; a quiet, winding stone path led down to the foot of the mountain.

The long sword at his waist suddenly trembled slightly, humming as if it had a spirit, urging him to move forward.

He kept walking, steadily ascending the stone path, each step firm and powerful.

After walking for a short while, the trees on both sides gradually thinned out, and the view suddenly opened up—a mottled and ancient stone staircase suddenly appeared before us, layer upon layer, winding upwards, pointing straight to the highest point of the peak.