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

He knew that this struggle not only broke the shackles of his cultivation, but also tempered his mind and spirit to be as clear as a mirror reflecting the moon, revealing every detail.

He strolled to the entrance of the cave and gazed up at the night sky. The Milky Way flowed westward, a gentle breeze caressed his face, and his clothes fluttered lightly. A sudden sense of clarity washed over him; the profound truths of the universe seemed almost within reach.

"The path to sainthood has begun," he whispered, his voice as soft as the wind, yet his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

That night, he underwent a complete transformation: his sword intent was no longer outwardly sharp, but instead became as deep and profound as an abyss; his mind was also free of worldly dust, becoming as clear and pure as crystal.

He knew that under the protection of the Tongtian Sect Master, the path to the highest realm had already been laid out beneath his feet, and every step would shatter his old self and forge a new heaven.

The road ahead is long, but there are no more obstacles—his brilliance is breaking through the dawn.

Outside the cave of the Tongtian Sect Master, a gaunt figure stood quietly under the shadow of a pine tree, his gaze deep and unfathomable, staring into the distance for a long time, as if measuring a history that was about to be rewritten.

"Chen Yu, you have finally embarked on this path of no return." The Tongtian Sect Leader murmured, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if there were hidden storms surging within, yet also as calm as an ancient well.

In the primordial world, a new legend is quietly brewing. And Chen Yu is destined to be the first thunderclap to rip through the long night.

Chen Yu broke free from his shackles and ascended to the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. His bones and muscles were as if cast from divine iron, his aura was as powerful as swallowing mountains, and with every move he made, wind and thunder followed, causing the void to tremble slightly—his strength, agility, and protective qi had all been completely transformed.

He secluded himself in the quiet room for three days and nights, the candle burning without extinguishing, oblivious to the changing temperatures, until the spiritual light around him receded and the golden mark between his brows quietly disappeared, only then did he finish his practice and get up.

"It's time to go out for a walk." He pushed open the wooden door, and a mountain breeze rushed in.

"Congratulations, Master, on breaking through to the next realm! May your lifespan be extended and your foundation in the Dao be strengthened!" The little boy greeted him excitedly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Yes, you have a solid foundation, and you can be considered one of the more capable second-generation disciples of my Tongtian Sect." Chen Yu's tone was calm, but every word was firm.

Upon hearing this, the boy grinned from ear to ear, almost jumping three feet high on the spot.

"Come, follow me to the mountain gate and meet all the senior brothers and sisters." Before he finished speaking, Chen Yu flicked his sleeves and soared into the air.

He rode the wind, his gaze sweeping over thousands of peaks and valleys, the mountains vast and the clouds churning.

They were speeding southeast. The forests along the way were vast and the waterfalls were like ribbons, with nothing unusual happening—but just below a cliff, several figures were fiercely fighting, their sword energy tearing through the air with a piercing buzz.

"Boom!" A person crashed into the mud like a kite with a broken string, his clothes torn like butterflies, blood gushing from the corner of his lips. He struggled to get up, but his knees only managed to lift him half an inch before he fell heavily back down, his chest heaving violently, and a hoarse sound coming from his throat. He was clearly on the verge of death.

"Junior sister, run! I'll cover your retreat!" the man roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, filled with sorrow and despair.

He looked up at the three people surrounding him: "Li Hao... Zhang Yun... Wu Peng..."

The three men formed a triangle and pressed forward, their swords pointing to the ground, their killing intent chilling; they clearly intended to skin him alive.

"Liu Wensong, where do you think you can escape to?" Wu Peng sneered, flicking his finger and sending a wisp of sword energy grazing the other's ear, splattering a few drops of blood.

Liu Wensong was a female cultivator with skin as white as snow and eyebrows like distant mountains. She wore a green dress that billowed as she walked, its hem swaying like ripples on spring water. But at this moment, she was surrounded by three dark figures. Her face was deathly pale, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and anger and fear clashed fiercely in her pupils.

"You beast! Today it's either you or me who dies!" she shouted, her fingertips already forming a blood talisman.

"Oh dear, Senior Sister, why are you so angry?"

Li Hao grinned crookedly, licking his lower lip with his tongue, his gaze fixed on her chest like a venomous snake. "With that face and that figure, you should have been our brothers' meal long ago."

"If you dare touch a single hair on my head—" Liu Wensong gritted his teeth, "I'll risk destroying my own golden core to drag you all down with me!"

Before the words were finished, a clear, cold voice pierced down from the clouds: "Oh? Threatening with your life, you've got guts."

Chen Yu strolled over slowly, his blue robe fluttering, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"You..." Liu Wensong froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and the blood talisman at his fingertips silently dissipated.

"Liu Wensong, you betrayed your sect and your principles, you deserve to die!" Li Hao suddenly turned around, his voice like thunder.

Chen Yu didn't even lift her eyelids, only glancing at him sideways, her voice as calm as the wind rustling through a bamboo forest: "Li Hao, you've got some nerve—you even dare to set your sights on your senior sister?"

Li Hao's Adam's apple bobbed, veins throbbed in his neck, and he lowered his head to avoid the light, his fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, his eyes blazing with sinister fire: "Senior brother, please understand! She's having an affair with an outsider, disgracing our sect! You are the sect leader's first disciple, and such filth should be cleansed by your own hands!"

Chen Yu suddenly chuckled, a chilling smile playing on his lips: "Li Hao, do you think I'm young and easily bullied?"

Li Hao's face instantly turned ashen, and a burst of sword light erupted from his palm: "Enough nonsense! Will you help or not?"

"Let's get this straight—who gave you the audacity to treat your fellow disciples like prey?" Chen Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire valley.

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Li Hao grinned maliciously and exhaled a breath of stale air: "We'd already planned this. Liu Wensong is our senior sister, she's as beautiful as a flower, and we've been eyeing her for a long time."

But what's with her pretense of superiority? She always treats us coldly and even humiliates us in public! Master's seclusion is the perfect opportunity—capture her, and the three of us can enjoy her together, wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Senior brother is well aware of our identities," Zhang Yun interjected, his thumb slowly tracing the blade of his sword, his eyes gleaming with a lewd, spider-like light. "A second-generation true disciple of Tongtian, do you think you need to reason with someone who wants a woman?"

Chen Yu listened quietly, his knuckles tapping three times lightly inside his sleeve—like a funeral bell tolling on a coffin lid.

"Hmph, you bunch of scum!" Liu Wensong's pupils constricted, a metallic taste rising in his throat, yet he remained ramrod straight. "Don't even think about making me bow my head!"

Chen Yu stood on the edge of the cliff, his robes fluttering in the wind, his gaze sweeping over Li Hao and the others like a knife. His knuckles turned slightly white, and spiritual energy surged within his sleeves—these people dared to publicly humiliate their fellow disciple, utterly trampling the sect's rules into the mud!

"Senior brother, we must first find out the truth." His voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

Li Hao and his companions exchanged glances, their hearts sinking. Who was Chen Yu? The chief disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, who had slain a late-stage Foundation Establishment corpse puppet three years ago. Who could afford to offend him?

"Senior Brother Chen, we...we are only acting in accordance with Master's decree, and have absolutely no intention of overstepping our bounds." Zhang Yun's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced a smile, but his palms were already sweating profusely.

Chen Yu scoffed, his voice like shattering ice: "Your master personally granted you permission to join his true lineage? Absurd! He detests petty scheming and treacherous people the most; how could he allow shameless scoundrels like you to tarnish the family name!"

Li Hao's face turned ashen, and veins bulged on his forehead. He had thought that climbing the social ladder would allow him to act with impunity, but who knew that he would be slapped so hard that he saw stars as soon as he showed his teeth.

"Chen Yu! By blocking the way and protecting your own, you are disobeying Master's will!" Wu Peng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with such venom that it almost materialized.

Chen Yu did not move an inch, but his voice was so powerful that even the mountain wind seemed to freeze for a moment: "Master has already decided on the true successors—it is me and Senior Sister Liu."