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

They were rewarded by Heaven for inventing fire, houses, and clothing, and were bestowed with immense merit. Through the power of this merit, they ascended to the realm of the Great Golden Immortal.

He then practiced the Golden Elixir Dao transmitted by the Sage of Taiqing, stabilizing his magical power at the Great Luo realm.

Even so, the three ancestors were only at the Great Luo level, how could they possibly defeat so many experts from the demon race?

Among the demon race, there are numerous demon saints and demon gods. The ten demon gods are all at the early stage of quasi-saint, most of the others are Daluo Golden Immortals, and some demon saints have even reached this realm, while Taiyi Golden Immortals are countless.

Apart from the three ancestors, the highest cultivation level among humans was only Taiyi Golden Immortal, a difference as vast as that between a firefly and the bright moon.

Faced with the demon race's iron hooves, the human race was powerless to resist and could only suffer defeat after defeat, allowing the slaughter to fall upon them.

After several tribes were destroyed, the survivors finally spread the bad news, and the human race realized that disaster was imminent, and they scattered and fled.

At the beginning, everyone looked up to the sky and prayed, begging the Sage Taiqing and the Sage Nuwa to show mercy and help them, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.

In despair, they had no choice but to migrate as a whole, heading to the ancestral land of humankind, the western lands, Kunlun Mountain, Wanshou Mountain, Penglai in the East Sea, and other places.

These places may be the sacred sites of saints or the dwelling places of great beings. Humans can only rely on these places, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

They had no other choice—if they couldn't stay here, there was nowhere else for them to stand in the vast world.

At this moment, the human race realized that the primordial wilderness was so vast that there was nowhere to settle down and make a living.

During their escape, the demon race relentlessly pursued them, and the sounds of battle echoed constantly.

Trillions of humans fled in all directions, flocking to the sacred sites established by sages and powerful beings. However, the demon army pursued relentlessly, slaughtering them along the way. By the time they reached their refuge, only a few million remained, barely clinging to life—a truly tragic sight.

The rest of the human race were all slaughtered by the demon race along the way, their blood staining the wilderness.

The millions who survived were only able to retain a sliver of hope thanks to the selfless protection of the three ancestors of the human race and a group of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

The three ancestors, relying on their natal magic weapons, fought back against the pursuing demons, holding off their offensive and buying the human race a moment to breathe, ultimately allowing millions to escape.

Those Taiyi Golden Immortals, on the other hand, risked their lives to confront powerful enemies, fighting desperately to pave their way to escape.

At this moment, at the border between the East Sea and the Primordial World, the remaining humans stood at the edge of the land, gazing at the vast and boundless sea before them, their eyes filled with despair.

Behind them, the demon army surged forward like a tide, closing in once again.

At the very front of the army, a figure stood in mid-air, with thousands of troops arrayed behind him pressing in.

He stared at the humans not far away, his eyes gleaming with naked greed.

"Suirenshi, you will ultimately face annihilation. Even if you escape to the shores of the East Sea, what can you do? My demon race is the master of heaven and earth; who dares to oppose us?"

Bi Fang spoke coldly, but his gaze was fixed on the leaping flame in Suirenshi's palm, and desire surged in his eyes.

He had long understood the power of that flame—if he could seize it, he would surely use it for his own purposes. But the prerequisite was that he must first kill its master, Suirenshi.

Upon hearing this, Suirenshi's expression darkened, and sorrow and resolve appeared in his eyes.

By this time, he was already severely injured and exhausted, but he was determined to cover the enemy's retreat and block their advance.

"Bifang, the demon race is wantonly slaughtering humans, only we humans are too weak to resist. We will avenge this humiliation one day!"

"From this day forward, humans and demons shall be mortal enemies. Any human who encounters a demon shall be killed without exception!"

After speaking, Suirenshi stared directly at Bifang with eyes as hard as iron. Facing the millions of demon soldiers before him, he showed no fear, only a determination to die.

He turned and shouted, "Human warriors! The demon race intends to annihilate our entire race! How should we respond?"

The humans behind them roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens—

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"To avenge our dead loved ones, kill all these beasts!"

"Even if we die in battle, we will tear off a piece of their flesh!"

Hearing this indignant and impassioned response, Suirenshi's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

Humans have never feared death, nor have they ever hesitated to fight. Even knowing they are no match, they will still fight against fate!

"Alright! In that case, let's fight these demons to the bitter end and avenge the dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flame in his hand suddenly flared up, its intense light illuminating the sky, preparing for the final blow.

Millions of humans behind them also stepped forward, their eyes filled with hatred and killing intent as they looked at the demon army. Knowing the outcome was uncertain, they were still willing to take up arms and fight to the death.

At this moment, no one retreated, no one wept. All of humanity was determined to die, willing to fight the demons to the death on the battlefield with their own flesh and blood.

……

Deep within the Primordial Mountains, on the vast, untamed land.

Inside Chen Yu's secluded cave.

At this moment, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his expression was joyful, as if he was overjoyed.

"The infinite dust, the Huazang Era, has actually been cultivated... This is truly unexpected, a complete surprise."

"From now on, I can not only transform into one of the infinite dust particles, but even in this primordial world, when my cultivation is perfected, I will be nothing more than a speck of dust in my dust world."

His smile vanished, and he abruptly stood up. With a flick of his sleeve, the array dissipated, and with one step, he stood atop Mount Chuyuan.

Standing atop the peak, overlooking the churning sea of ​​clouds, a light shone in his eyes.

The path to true immortality has been achieved.

True immortals comprehend the laws of nature, their physical bodies merge with time and space, allowing them to roam the river of time; their true spirit is immortal, and even a wisp of consciousness can be reunited and reborn; they achieve the supreme Dharma form, condensing the past, present, and future bodies; their world is elevated to a minor world, creating infinite dust particles and opening the Huazang Era.

At this moment, he has mastered all the methods of cultivation, and has perfected the three realms of Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, and True Immortal. He is only one step away from the legendary realm of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Next, he intended to create the "Mysterious Immortal" path, but the cultivation method for this realm was not yet complete and remained a blank slate.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly, looked up at the vast wilderness, and a sense of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

"Mysterious Immortal..." he murmured, "I still need to go into seclusion again to deduce the truth, but when I can reach this realm, even the Heavenly Dao may not be able to set a time limit."

Chen Yu shook his head helplessly, then composed himself and gazed at this long-lost world. He had been in seclusion for many years, and now that his cultivation was complete, it was time for him to go out and observe the changes in the world.

His eyes flickered slightly, and as his gaze swept across the primordial world, his brows gradually furrowed.

In his perception, the primordial world was filled with overwhelming resentment, permeated with bloodlust, and teeming with murderous intent, as if the entire world was tainted by malevolent energy. His expression turned solemn, and he immediately activated his divine power, using the "River of Time" to trace back to the past.

Scenes flashed before my eyes—the demon race slaughtering the human race, corpses strewn across the fields, and wails echoing through the heavens.

As a human, Chen Yu witnessed this scene and felt as if his heart was being burned by fire. His expression suddenly turned cold, and anger surged in his eyes.

He turned abruptly, looked at the pool beside him, and let out a sharp shout that echoed throughout the surrounding area:

"Mirage Dragon, come to me at once!"

Hearing the sound, the mirage dragon, which was in seclusion deep within the water, burst out of the water and transformed into a giant form, standing on the shore.

"Master, are we about to set off?"

Chen Yu flashed and stood at its head, calmly glancing at the mirage dragon before looking into the void ahead.

In an instant, space shattered, revealing a deep, dark passage.

He enveloped the mirage dragon's body with star power and stepped into it.

When it reappeared, it was already standing on the shore of the East China Sea.