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

Inside Jade Void Mountain, the Primordial Celestial Venerable also had a solemn expression. Without hesitation, he broke through the void and sped off in the same direction.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, the Sage Jieyin and the Sage Zhunti exchanged a glance for a moment, and then their gazes, like lightning, pierced through the void and pointed straight to the shore of the East Sea.

As saints, they could not tolerate the passing of the saint Nuwa here.

More importantly, the aura emanating from that figure sent chills down their spines—it was a killing intent powerful enough to threaten even the immortal bodies of saints, and it could not be ignored.

If Nuwa were truly beheaded by him, the belief that sages are immortal would collapse.

In the future, countless powerful beings in the primordial world will likely stir up trouble, coveting the holy position, and the order of heaven and earth will be thrown into turmoil.

Therefore, apart from the Tongtian Sect Leader who remained in Biyou Palace, the other four saints could no longer stand idly by. They all broke through the void and descended to the shores of the East Sea, intending to join Nuwa in fighting the powerful enemy and protecting the dignity of the saints.

At this moment, on the shore of the East Sea, where Nuwa and Chen Yu were fighting, space suddenly tore open, and four figures stepped out from the void.

These are none other than the Sage of Taiqing, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Sage of Jieyin, and the Sage of Zhunti.

The moment the Four Saints appeared, all the spirits of the heavens bowed their heads, and all the great supernatural beings bowed in unison.

"Paying homage to the Sage of Taiqing, the Sage of Yuanshi, the Sage of Jieyin, and the Sage of Zhunti."

Before the words were even finished, hundreds of millions of living beings chanted in unison, their voices resounding throughout heaven and earth.

"Paying homage to the Sage of Taiqing, the Sage of Yuanshi, the Sage of Jieyin, and the Sage of Zhunti."

The arrival of the Four Saints should have been accompanied by auspicious signs and countless auspicious omens. However, as soon as these auspicious signs appeared, they were all suppressed and annihilated by the oppressive aura emanating from the "future incarnation".

At this moment, Chen Yu looked up at the four newcomers and bowed slightly.

"Nephew greets Grand Master Uncle and Second Master Uncle."

He only paid homage to Taiqing Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, while treating Jieyin and Zhunti as if they were nothing.

Now that he has reached the pinnacle, why should he bow down to his old friends again?

Taiqing Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Chen Yu, their expressions complex and difficult to decipher.

This person was indeed a junior member of their sect, but the current situation had long transcended personal feelings. They had no choice but to come in order to protect the sacred path from decline.

They did not want to see Nuwa fail and perish, nor did they dare to gamble on the consequences.

"Nephew Chen Yu, can this matter be left at that?"

Taiqing Laozi's gaze swept over the future self sitting on the long river of time, then turned to Chen Yu, his tone calm but profound.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu did not respond immediately, but instead fell into deep thought.

Since Taiqing Laozi is his senior uncle, his words should not be taken lightly.

Seeing that he remained silent, Taiqing Laozi did not urge him, but instead stared at the future self.

He sat quietly at the end of time, surrounded by interwoven Great Daos and rings of laws, as if he were a being formed from the very origin.

In an instant, Taiqing Laozi was deeply shaken—in that figure, he glimpsed his own "Wuwei Dao" (the Way of Non-Action), as clear as a mirror.

The same applies to Yuanshi Tianzun; in the Daoist aura of his future self, the "true meaning of expounding the Dharma" he cultivated was reflected.

Both Jieyin and Zhunti were deeply shaken, each seeing in him the traces of the Great Dao they had sought throughout their lives.

The four immediately understood: this body was no longer comparable to an ordinary saint, but was a being that transcended all time, space, cause and effect, and form, and was above all the Dao, close to the realm of Dao Ancestor Hongjun back then—or even greater.

The Tao itself manifests in form.

The four saints looked at each other, and each saw fear and apprehension in the other's eyes.

They knew perfectly well that even if the four of them joined forces, they would be no match for this future incarnation.

At this moment, the power of the galaxy within Chen Yu's body was rapidly being depleted. If it weren't for the vast galaxy hidden deep within his Purple Mansion as a foundation, he would probably have already exhausted himself.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at Taiqing Laozi with a solemn expression.

"Senior Uncle, I believe this matter should not be left unresolved."

"The demon race has slaughtered billions of human lives. If my nephew backs down today, how will he face the common people?"

"Although the calamity was unavoidable, its devastation has exceeded all reason. If my junior brother had left the seclusion even half a step later, the human race might have been wiped out."

"Perhaps from this day forward, among the myriad races of the primordial world, there will be no more human beings."

With each word Chen Yu spoke, his voice grew colder, his words like frost, each one penetrating to the bone.

Upon hearing this, Taiqing Laozi first looked at Nuwa, then turned to Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, a hint of helplessness showing in his eyes.

"Senior Brother, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi cannot perish. If they die, the demon race will find it difficult to resist the Wu race's military might. At that time, the Wu race will be the only dominant force in the primordial world, with no power to restrain them."

The sage Nuwa spoke frankly and firmly.

She knew that if she didn't speak so bluntly, the Supreme Saint probably wouldn't care about the lives of these two people at all.

After hearing this, the Sage Taiqing looked at Nuwa again, and then his gaze slowly swept over the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Sage Jieyin, and the Sage Zhunti.

The five sages were all shocked, realizing that if they allowed Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi to be killed now, the Wu Clan would surely dominate the heavens and rule the prehistoric world in the future.

Even if they are saints and hold saintly positions, once the demon race is destroyed, there will be no force to restrain the witch race, and their lineage will be unable to move forward.

After all, the world's overlords never allow the growth of different beliefs or alien forces within their territories.

The four sages remained silent, exchanging glances but unable to speak, trapped in a stalemate, unsure how to break the deadlock.

Chen Yu remained calm and composed, standing still and observing the Five Saints' reactions with a cold eye.

If they cannot give him a satisfactory answer, then there is no need to say more; he will settle things himself.

The vast, ancient land, the boundless Eastern Sea, where the sea and sky meet.

The five supreme beings—Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—were all silent as stones at this moment.

Chen Yu's intentions were already clear: billions of human beings were slaughtered by the demon race, and the blood debt must be repaid in blood—Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi must be executed here, and the human race must be given sufficient compensation.

However, what constitutes "enough"? Who sets the standard? If it's too mild, Chen Yu would scoff; if it's too strong, Nuwa would certainly not agree.

At this moment, the five saints were caught in a dilemma.

Even ordinary saints, even those of the same level, have ways to suppress them.

But facing Chen Yu... they dared not make any rash moves.

The five of them looked up at the figure standing on the long river of time and sighed in unison.

That was an existence they could not contend with; perhaps only the teacher's presence would give them a fighting chance.

In an instant, the five saints fell into a deep silence, none of them uttering a word.

Chen Yu stared at them indifferently, feeling the Star River Power within his body rapidly dissipating. He shook his head slightly, a trace of weariness flashing across his brow.

"Eldest Uncle, Second Uncle, please respond quickly, your junior disciple does not wish to wait any longer."

"Ten breaths is the limit. If there is still no reply within ten breaths, don't blame me for not showing any mercy."

His words were direct, his gaze fixed on Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, making no attempt to conceal his dissatisfaction and oppression.

At this moment, every bit of his strength was being consumed—connecting with the long river of time and summoning his future self was already an act against the heavens.