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

He was also wary—if he were to push too far, the Tongtian Sect Leader might come in a rage with his sword, and Mount Sumeru might not be at peace.

Moreover, the battle just now made it clear that it would be difficult to capture Chen Yu by our own strength alone.

With the emergence of the River of Laws, the River of Time and Space also arrives. Unless he is willing to use the power of the Heavenly Dao to forcibly suppress it, he will find it difficult to succeed.

However, once the Heavenly Dao is invoked, the other sages will surely sense it, and the situation will spiral out of control, causing them to suffer the consequences.

In the desolate western frontier, the land stretches endlessly.

Zhunti gazed at the receding figure, shook his head gently, and sighed softly.

"Chen Yu... what a pity. His cultivation is still so young, yet he has already achieved such profound skill. If he were willing to return with me to Mount Sumeru, how could my Western Sect not prosper?"

After muttering to himself, he didn't linger any longer. With a thought, he took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared into the void, returning to the Sumeru Mountain Realm.

On the lotus platform in the mountains, a person sat quietly with his eyes closed. Upon seeing Zhunti return, he slowly opened his eyes.

This person is none other than the Sage Who Guides Us.

He watched his returning junior brother and, seeing his solemn expression, asked him a question.

"Junior brother, what was the matter that you left in such a hurry?"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti immediately began to recount the events in detail.

"Senior brother, I just returned from my spiritual journey and discovered that someone had killed several people I wished to convert in my western lands. So I went to investigate, hoping to bring them into the sect."

"I never imagined that this person would be a disciple of Senior Brother Tongtian, named Chen Yu. He cultivates the Great Dao under the Jie Sect, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Not only can he manifest his own laws as a long river, but he can also summon the River of Time and Space to descend—such methods..."

"I originally intended to invite him to join my Western Religion, but the time is not right. This person is quite powerful. If I were to forcibly summon him, it would inevitably involve the power of the Heavenly Dao. Once the Heavenly secrets are triggered, the Three Pure Ones will surely notice, which would be undesirable. The only option is to be patient for now and wait for the right opportunity to convert him."

After hearing what Cundi said, the Sage of Assistance remained calm and gazed into the distance at the boundless western land.

"Junior brother, all conditioned phenomena arise from causes and conditions. If there is no affinity, even if you force it, you will never obtain it."

After speaking, Jieyin gently closed his eyes and once again immersed himself in the contemplation of the Great Dao.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti remained unconvinced, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What is fate? If I believe there is fate, then there is fate. Fate arises from the heart, not from destiny."

He muttered to himself, then fell into deep thought.

At this moment, on the western land, Chen Yu and the Mirage Dragon were walking slowly, heading eastward on their return journey.

The mirage dragon followed closely behind, its eyes filled with admiration.

Although he did not know how strong his master was, the fact that he could leave safely under the nose of the Sage Zhunti, without the other party showing any intention of stopping him, was enough to explain everything.

He thought to himself: His master's abilities are probably unfathomable.

Chen Yu did not turn back, but continued walking while silently pondering the matter of the "Supreme Dharma Form".

Having previously observed the manifestation of Cundi, I had gained some understanding, but my own manifestation has not yet been formed.

He resolved to return to Mount Chuyuan, to retreat into seclusion and cultivate in seclusion, to comprehend the supreme Dharma that belonged to him.

He disdains to condense ordinary Dharma forms. If he succeeds, it will surely become a supreme Dharma form, only in this way can he go further on the path of the Great Dao.

He pondered all the way, his steps never faltering.

The mirage dragon followed silently, without uttering a word, with only the sound of the wind sweeping across the wasteland.

The two traveled westward, and a thousand years passed in the course of their journey.

On this day, Chen Yu suddenly heard the deafening roar of war drums and the howls of strange beasts echoing throughout the universe. He looked up at the sky, his brows furrowing slightly.

His eyes gleamed with divine light, and in an instant he saw through the void—he saw countless demon armies rolling in from afar, heading straight for the primordial land.

This army was imposing and its formation was impeccable. It exuded a fierce fighting spirit and surged forward like a tidal wave.

Chen Yu frowned slightly, a doubt creeping into his mind: Why would the demon race send out their entire forces?

Could it be that they intend to conquer some tribe? Such a scale is truly rare.

He focused his senses and was astonished to discover that there were hundreds of auras of Great Luo Golden Immortals in the army, dozens of Quasi-Saints with their oppressive power, and several powerful cultivators whose auras were faintly visible.

The army is filled with demon soldiers and generals, and demon saints stand in great numbers. The combined might of the entire army is enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

Chen Yu's gaze pierced through the thousands of troops and landed on the core of the central army, where two figures suddenly came into view.

Firstly, he sits on a magnificent throne, with nine giant chains in front of him, each chain ending in a strange dragon.

Those nine-headed dragons all possessed the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortals. Riding them was such a majestic sight!

Looking again at the person on the throne, he exuded imperial majesty, with a solemn face, wearing a golden imperial robe embroidered with a three-legged golden crow totem.

Chen Yu understood: This person must be the Demon Emperor Di Jun, who else could it be?

Beside Di Jun was another throne, upon which stood a person exuding a chilling aura and possessing an incomparably domineering presence.

Chen Yu thought to himself, "This person must be Donghuang Taiyi."

Di Jun wielded the majesty of an emperor, while Tai Yi held the power of a tyrant. When the two stood side by side, the world changed color.

Following behind were several more precious carriages, all pulled by strange beasts, displaying extraordinary grandeur.

Chen Yu scanned them one by one and recognized the people—

Demon Master Kunpeng, Emperor Fuxi, strategist Bai Ze... all are included.

Upon seeing this lineup, Chen Yu frowned slightly and muttered to himself:

"What kind of being could possibly compel the entire demon race to mobilize so many forces?"

With a slight thought, Chen Yu turned his gaze to the direction in which the demon army was marching and began to search carefully.

He was curious about what kind of being could command such a massive force from the demon race.

A moment later, his expression hardened, then he relaxed—he saw a vast army arrayed on the ground ahead, its formation imposing and its momentum overwhelming.

Before the army formation stood twelve figures, each exuding an overwhelming aura and a powerful pressure that filled the void, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.

Chen Yu stared for a long time, then murmured softly.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches".

It is not without basis, but because the true nature of the ancestral witches revealed by the figures of those twelve people is distinct and difficult to confuse.

The leader, resembling a red sac, was entirely fiery red, with six legs and four wings, and his face was indistinct. He was none other than Dijiang, who controlled the Dao of Space.

After that, a being with green feathers like bamboo, a bird's body and a human face, riding on two dragons, appeared. This was Jumang, the ancestral witch of the Eastern Wood element.

Then there was Zhu Rong, the ancestral sorcerer of fire in the south, with a beast's head and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and fire dragons under his feet.

Another person, with a tiger's face and golden scales, two wings on his back, a snake through his left ear, and dragons riding on his feet, is the Western Golden Ancestral Shaman Ru Shou.

There was another person, with a python's head and a human body, covered in black scales, standing on a black dragon, and with a green python wrapped around his hand; this was Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of the northern waters.

Behind the twelve Ancestral Witches, there were more than twenty Great Witches whose auras were comparable to Quasi-Saints. Chen Yu scanned them with his eyes and identified them one by one.

When he saw one of them holding a giant axe and a large shield, standing as tall as a mountain, he knew that this person must be Xing Tian.

Another person held a bow in hand, his aura sharp and piercing through the air. Chen Yu immediately recognized him as Hou Yi.

As for the one who manifested the true form of the Great Witch and had nine heads, it might be Jiu Feng, or it might be Xiang Liu.

Chen Yu gazed quietly at the Wu Clan army, remained silent for a moment, and quietly deduced the secrets of heaven, finally letting out a soft sigh.

"Ugh!"