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

This is astonishing.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Emperor, surging with resentment and rage—he never expected that the Pangu Banner, which he had wielded for many years, would be repelled by Chen Yu with a single blow, as easily as a child swinging a stick.

The shame was like a knife, cutting deep into my bones, making even breathing painful.

Chen Yu smiled slightly, his mind clear: fortunately, his early years of diligent study of the "Zhou Tian Yi Jing" had allowed him to pry open a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

He clenched his five fingers, and the Tai Chi diagram on his palm trembled slightly. Within it, it seemed as if a river of stars flowed and all things were born. That profound and powerful force was surging through his meridians, sharpening his fighting spirit even further.

"Come on, let's see how many bones you, Golden Saint Emperor, can still shake out!" Chen Yu's voice was cold and clear, each word like an iron nail driven into the void, his eyes sharp as a dragon-slaying blade, without the slightest hesitation.

The golden Holy Emperor's beard and hair stood on end, and the Pangu Banner once again cleaved the sky. Divine light exploded into billions of chaotic blades that tore through the heavens, carrying the residual power of creation, and came crashing down on Chen Yu!

Chen Yu stood still, then with a flick of his arms, the Tai Chi symbol spun in the air, its runes lighting up one after another, their eerie light flowing, as if drawing upon ancient laws from beyond the nine heavens.

The moment the blade struck him, a layer of grayish-white aura suddenly appeared around him, neither mist nor light, yet it resonated with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

The violent chaotic sword energy crashed into it, and instantly disintegrated and vanished without a trace, like snow meeting boiling water, without even causing a ripple.

The golden emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and his throat tightened—he had never seen such a subtle trick of turning an attack into a feint. Alarm bells rang wildly in his heart, and fear tightened around his heart like vines.

"The Tai Chi diagram... truly suppresses all ages!" he muttered through gritted teeth, his tone revealing an involuntary sense of awe.

Chen Yu did not stop. With a thought, his supernatural powers surged out of the Taiji diagram like a river bursting its banks, layer upon layer, overwhelming the golden Holy Emperor.

The Golden Emperor was overwhelmed and hastily formed hand seals, waved banners, and set up barriers, but every counterattack was crushed.

He then realized with a start that Chen Yu's cultivation was no longer comparable to what it used to be, and that he was being dragged little by little into the abyss of defeat by an irresistible force.

The wind howled like a cry, and the clouds tore like silk. The two figures sped through the sky, collided, and bounced apart. Each clash shook the mountains and dimmed the stars. Life and death hung by a thread.

The golden holy emperor's forehead veins bulged, his dignity trampled into the mud. He roared angrily, and the Pangu Banner suddenly plunged into the void, triggering the explosion of earth fire and wind water, condensing into a crimson golden pillar that would burn the eight wastelands, determined to completely refine Chen Yu!

Chen Yu's face remained expressionless, his eyes filled with an icy resolve. He neither dodged nor evaded, but poured all his will into the Tai Chi diagram—victory meant crushing everything; defeat meant utter annihilation.

Boom—!

The entire sky trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

His moves were ruthless and unstoppable, causing the Golden Saint Emperor to retreat in disarray, utterly powerless to retaliate.

boom! boom! boom!

Three muffled thuds sounded like giant hammers striking the bronze cauldron. The golden holy emperor finally exhausted himself, bound tightly by the yin-yang chains hanging from the Taiji diagram, and pressed hard into the depths of the earth. His spine creaked, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"How dare you, you brat!"

He roared and struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the restrictions in the picture became, his internal organs almost dislodged, and his skin cracked inch by inch.

Chen Yu shattered the void with one step, his figure already above the other's head, his five fingers like hooks, aiming straight for the throat!

"You're courting death!" The golden Holy Emperor's eyes widened in fury, a cold light flashing as his killing intent solidified into a black mist that swirled around him.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a crystal-clear pearl shot out—its light flashed, and it instantly transformed into a three-headed, six-armed, towering, thousand-foot-tall Dharma form!

Six-eared macaque?

Chen Yu's pupils suddenly narrowed, and his heart trembled violently: Isn't this the original soul fragment left behind by the Great Sage Equaling Heaven? How could it be forcibly refined and driven by the Golden Saint Emperor?

"Suppress!" The golden Holy Emperor roared like thunder, and Fa Ying extended a giant hand that could blot out the sun and moon, slamming it down on Chen Yu's head!

"Break!" Chen Yu's words thundered, and the Tai Chi diagram suddenly burst into light, as a spiral beam of light, interwoven with black and white, fiercely met the attack!

Click—!

The deafening roar was like the beating of a heavenly drum. The majestic Dharma image was pierced through by the beam of light, then cracked inch by inch, exploded into a sky full of light dust, and dissipated completely.

With a flick of his fingertip, Chen Yu struck the golden emperor's brow like lightning.

Whoosh-!

A golden light burst forth from his sea of ​​consciousness—it was the Vajra Bracelet! At this moment, the bracelet was as blazing as molten gold, sweeping across with a shrill whistle that tore through space!

The Vajra Bracelet, personally refined by the Golden Emperor for many years, contains indestructible golden essence and can shatter mountains and stars with a single strike.

It can not only capture the enemy's magical treasures, divine weapons, and other personal belongings, but also seal, melt, and even reverse the source of their essence.

Back then, the Golden Holy Emperor used this Vajra Bracelet to suppress several Immortal Kings, rendering them unable to move and causing their Dao foundations to crumble.

"What an extremely domineering treasure!" Chen Yu's eyes burned brightly, his pupils flashing with brilliance.

This is clearly a top-tier innate spiritual treasure, with power approaching the pinnacle of supreme spiritual treasures—such a divine object falling into the hands of the Golden Saint Emperor is simply a case of a pearl being tarnished and a zither being burned and a crane being cooked.

Chen Yu's heart burned with desire, wishing he could snatch it and play with it immediately, but the Tai Chi diagram stood in front of him like a curtain falling from the sky, firmly blocking him.

boom!

The Tai Chi diagram suddenly erupted, and the black and white energies surged like angry dragons, intertwining into a net that instantly covered the entire mountain. The mountain trembled, the earth's veins groaned, and the golden holy emperor could no longer move an inch.

"Damn it!" The golden Holy Emperor roared like thunder, frantically activating the Vajra Bracelet. The bracelet's golden light surged, attempting to tear open the seal and escape, but it was always held firmly by the Yin-Yang energy, unable to move an inch.

Chen Yu remained calm and composed, steadily controlling the Taiji diagram with one hand while continuously forming hand seals with the other. A torrent of divine powers poured down like a rainstorm, all crashing towards the Golden Saint Emperor.

boom!

Suddenly, countless ancient Dao patterns appeared on the surface of the Taiji diagram, intersecting and connecting, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a continuously flowing Heaven-trapping array, locking the Golden Holy Emperor firmly in the center of the array.

Although he still possessed some remaining power thanks to the Vajra Bracelet, his cultivation was ultimately inferior to Chen Yu's. Chen Yu, on the other hand, employed a variety of methods and had the Taiji Diagram to suppress his luck and block his retreat. The Golden Saint Emperor was already struggling to cope and facing numerous dangers.

"Chen Yu! You planned this all along?" The Golden Saint Emperor roared, finally seeing through the truth. "You've got your eye on the treasure I possess!"

Chen Yu's lips curled slightly, his smile subtle yet sharp: "You guessed right. Since you've seen through me, I won't beat around the bush—you're carrying a treasure, and I'm going to take it. That earlier entanglement was nothing but a feint."

He had no worries about the other party escaping; the power of the Taiji Diagram suppressed a half-step Great Luo in the blink of an eye.

The most important thing right now is to grasp that treasure in his palm. Chen Yu's fingertips felt slightly warm, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he could already taste the initial brilliance of that spiritual treasure.