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

If another calamity befalls us in the future, and no one in our clan is capable of shouldering the great responsibility, will we have no choice but to climb to the summit again to seek help from those four?

However, those four are not of our kind after all. Even though they are from the same sect as Chen Yu, it is hard to guarantee that they will remain consistent.

Human hearts are unpredictable, and the help of foreign races should not be entirely trusted.

Suirenshi pondered alone, filled with worry, wondering what the future held for humanity after Chen Yu's departure.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

For a spiritual practitioner, it is merely a matter of closing their eyes and breathing; for an ordinary person, it is a long wait.

On this day, all the people of the human race gathered at the foot of the mountain.

The dark mass of people stood silently in the field, not a single person making a sound.

Billions of people waited quietly, just to catch a glimpse of Chen Yu's demeanor and hear the true words of the Great Dao.

At the summit, Chen Yu slowly opened his eyes and looked down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the village was already teeming with people, all eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Chen Yu stood still, his gaze calm and undisturbed, only a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

"The ten-day period has arrived. In that case, I will hold a religious assembly for them."

He whispered for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao—the four of them were sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop cultivating, their souls immersed in the Great Dao.

"Stop your cultivation for now," Chen Yu called out. "I am going to the human race to teach the true meaning of the Great Dao. You will all come with me to listen."

Upon hearing the sound, the four immediately stopped their practice, opened their eyes, and looked over.

"Senior Brother is going to preach to the human race?" Yunxiao stood up, cupped his hands, and his eyes gleamed. "Such an opportunity is rare; how can we miss it?"

Chen Yu nodded slightly, his expression calm.

"Indeed. The Great Way is formless, yet it can transform into all things. If you go and listen, you may gain some enlightenment, who knows?"

After he finished speaking, the four of them did not hesitate any longer, straightened their clothes and stood up to bow to Chen Ping.

"Senior brother, you go ahead first, we'll follow shortly."

After speaking, the four figures soared into the air and descended directly to the human settlement below.

Chen Yu watched him leave, his expression remaining calm and unwavering.

He looked up at the sky and suddenly sighed softly.

"Mirage Dragon, why haven't you returned yet?"

Far away in the depths of the East China Sea, the mirage dragon, which was leisurely swimming among the dragon palaces, suddenly sensed something, broke through the waves in an instant, soared into the air, and rushed toward the mountain where Chen Yu was.

For a thousand years, Chen Yu has remained unmoved atop the mountain, while the mirage dragon has returned to the East Sea, residing in the Dragon Palace and enjoying all the honors.

As Chen Yu's personal mount, its status was naturally extraordinary. Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, treated it with great courtesy, fulfilling all its requests. No one in the palace dared to neglect it.

What is the source of this extraordinary favor? The Mirage Dragon knew perfectly well—it was all because of a master behind him, named Chen Yu.

Ao Guang had personally witnessed Chen Yu's power and knew it to be unfathomable. Therefore, he sought to forge a bond by getting close to the Mirage Dragon. Although the Dragon Clan had declined, it still ruled the four seas. However, if it wanted to survive in the primordial world, it needed strong allies to rely on.

Moreover, being of the same dragon bloodline, communication is more convenient.

Even if they cannot directly attach themselves to Chen Yu, if the Dragon Clan is ever robbed in the future, as long as the Mirage Dragon comes to their rescue, how can Chen Yu stand idly by?

At this moment, the mirage dragon rose into the sky from the East Sea, its body moving like lightning, and arrived at the foot of the mountain in an instant.

For a thousand years, he enjoyed a life of ease in the Dragon Palace, commanding wind and rain, and having everything at his beck and call.

But he knew that this honor did not stem from his own cultivation level—he was merely a Taiyi Golden Immortal, while Ao Guang was already a Daluo Golden Immortal, the difference in their levels was obvious.

Moreover, the Dragon Clan boasts numerous reclusive powerhouses: ancient figures like the Candle Dragon, the Nine Dragon Sons, and the Dragon Mother, some of whom are quasi-saints, others possessing great supernatural powers. It is precisely because of them that the Dragon Clan has been able to maintain stability throughout the four seas and awe other races.

This is the true source of the dragon race's enduring strength, and the fundamental reason why all races dare not easily invade its territory.

Ao Guang himself was a tactful and well-connected ruler who maintained harmonious relations with all the races of the prehistoric world, making him a true great ruler.

Shenlong knew that Ao Guang's goodwill towards him was actually for ulterior motives—to use him to get on Chen Yu's path to heaven.

However, who is the master? How could a mere Dragon King easily befriend him?

Therefore, in the face of Ao Guang's various hints, Shenlong always pretended to be deaf and dumb, neither accepting nor rejecting them, neither pointing them out nor revealing them, and only kept delaying.

This delay lasted for a thousand years.

To this day, a single call resounds like thunder, and he has no reason to linger.

In the blink of an eye, the mirage dragon descended to the mountain peak and bowed its head before Chen Yu.

"Master, are we leaving this place?"

Chen Yu glanced at him indifferently, shook his head, and whispered:

"I am going to preach to the humans, and you will come along and listen in."

Upon hearing this, the mirage dragon immediately understood, asked no further questions, opened its mouth and let out a long roar, revealing its true form.

In an instant, the dragon's roar shook the heavens, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Chen Yu looked at the enormous dragon body, smiled slightly, and with a flash, landed steadily on the dragon's head.

"Let's go, it's just down below."

The mirage dragon lowered its eyes and looked down at the earth—it saw a vast world where billions of living beings gathered, waiting quietly before a magnificent platform, with incense smoke rising and their piety as deep as the sea.

Without further hesitation, the mirage dragon leaped forward and rushed straight toward the preaching platform.

Below, billions of humans stood silently, waiting on the earth. Suddenly, a clear and melodious dragon's roar echoed from the sky, and everyone looked up, their gazes fixed on the depths of the heavens.

They all knew that the divine beast under Ancestor Chen Yu's command was a true dragon. At this moment, the dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens. Could it be that the Ancestor was about to descend?

The crowd's thoughts were stirred, their gazes fixed on the void, looking towards the mountain peak, holding their breath in anticipation.

In the blink of an eye, a massive figure came from afar, breaking through the air—it was the giant dragon riding the wind.

When the human race saw the dragon descending into the sky, they all showed piety and solemnity.

Chen Yu glanced around and then looked at the lectern. He lightly touched the top of the mirage's head with his toes and leaped down, landing steadily on the platform.

Sensing its master's departure, the mirage dragon also concealed its true form, transformed into human shape, and quietly stood below the preaching platform, bowing its head and waiting.

Chen Yu stood on the platform and glanced around. He saw that the platform was made of stubborn stones, while the seat he occupied was carved from a piece of warm jade.

With just a quick glance, it was clear that this was a place meticulously prepared by Suirenshi and others.

"We have met Ancestor Chen Yu and are grateful for his guidance on the Great Dao for us."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu's eyes flickered slightly. He looked around at everyone and slowly nodded.

"Please be seated, everyone. Today I will explain the method of cultivation to you. If you have any questions during your daily practice, please feel free to ask after I have finished speaking."

After he finished speaking, everyone took their places, each holding their breath and concentrating intently, for fear of missing a single word.

Without saying another word, Chen Yu glanced around the room and began to speak.

In an instant, a long river of laws appeared behind him, flowing quietly in the void, like the origin of heaven and earth.

As soon as he spoke, the Daoist voice surged forth from his mouth, transforming into a divine dragon soaring into the sky, a colorful phoenix flying high, and a qilin treading on clouds. All sorts of auspicious symbols roamed the four corners of heaven and earth, shaking the eight wastelands.

At the beginning of the sermon, his physical form and supreme Dharma image stepped out from the depths of time and space, stood beside him, and together they expounded the mysteries.