Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 560

The cracks in the Chaos Pearl spread like a spider web, and the raging chaotic energy, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly devoured the Dark Star leader.

His desperate screams were completely drowned out by the chaotic roar. The black mist that had been filled with an aura of destruction quickly dissipated, and the abyssal rift healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The temperature in the hall plummeted, and the sickening roars of the ferocious beasts subsided until silence fell.

Sun Wukong swayed and crashed heavily to the ground, his golden cudgel flying out of his hand with a mournful cry.

He was covered in blood, his breath was weak, and he had fainted like a candle in the wind.

His resolute face was etched with exhaustion, yet also carried a hint of relief.

Broken stones were scattered around him, telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Nezha was not much better off than Sun Wukong. His face was pale, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was as weak as a swaying leaf.

He struggled to sit up, wanting to check on Sun Wukong's condition, but everything went black and he collapsed again.

The sand table he held in his hand had developed fine cracks due to the excessive output he had just generated. Scattered around were the charred remains of ferocious beasts, corroded by chaotic energy, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of burning.

Yang Jian led the remaining heavenly soldiers to quickly clear the battlefield and reinforce the defenses.

His third eye still emitted a faint golden light, its sharp gaze sweeping over everything around him to ensure that no one escaped.

He was also wounded in many places, but his heroic figure remained upright, like an indomitable battle flag.

He waved his hand, and the heavenly soldiers immediately sprang into action, carefully carrying Sun Wukong and Nezha away for emergency treatment.

Yang Jian glanced back at the abyss rift that had begun to heal, his eyes filled with solemnity.

He understood that although the battle had temporarily come to an end, greater dangers might be yet to come.

Inside the Qitian Palace, Venus, the planet of Venus, watched as the spiritual veins on the star chart gradually returned to calm and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He instructed his servants to organize the evidence they had just seized, to prepare for reporting to Sun Wukong upon his return, and to transmit detailed intelligence about the Dark Star organization to all parties, to guard it closely and prevent its resurgence.

He rubbed his sore eyes, his exhaustion evident.

But his gaze remained firm; he knew that the safety of the Heavenly Court still needed his continued protection.

A moment later, Venus received the message jade slip left by Sun Wukong on the battlefield.

He unfolded the jade slip; on the yellowed parchment, dense runes twinkled like stars in the night sky, emitting a faint, ethereal glow.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the runes transformed into streams of light and merged into his sea of ​​consciousness. After reading the message, Venus's expression grew even more solemn.

He immediately ordered the Heavenly Court to do everything in its power to repair the damaged spiritual veins and began to investigate the remaining forces of the Dark Star Organization to prevent them from making a comeback.

He understood that the victory in this battle was only temporary, and a greater challenge awaited the Heavenly Court.

"Immediately mobilize all resources to repair the spiritual veins!"

Venus's voice echoed in the Qitian Palace, his tone firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"As ordered!"

The celestial officials inside the hall responded in unison, their movements swift and orderly.

"Pass down the order: wipe out the remaining forces of the Dark Star Organization in one fell swoop, and never let them have a chance to make a comeback!"

Venus gave the order again, his gaze firm and profound, like a star in the vast sky, radiating eternal light.

"As ordered!"

The celestial officials inside the hall responded in unison once again, their voices filled with determination and confidence.

"Notify all deities to strengthen vigilance and prevent retaliation from the Dark Star Organization!"

Venus gave the final order, his voice tinged with weariness, but he remained calm and clear-headed.

"As ordered!"

The celestial officials inside the hall responded in unison for the last time.

Venus slowly put down the jade slip in his hand, his gaze deep, like a star in the vast starry sky.

He knew that this battle was far from over.

Sun Wukong slowly opened his eyes. He felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if he had been disassembled and reassembled.

He struggled to sit up, looked around, and saw only devastation.

"Wukong, you're awake?"

Nezha's weak voice came from behind him. He was leaning against a rock, his face pale.

Sun Wukong forced a smile:
"Thankfully, I won't die."

Yang Jian walked up to them, his expression solemn:
"The leader of the Dark Star Organization has been eliminated, but the energy of the Chaos Pearl is still unstable, and the spiritual veins also need time to repair."

Sun Wukong nodded:

"Yes, we won this battle, but..."

He paused, his gaze turning serious:
"The real challenge may have just begun."

Nezha gripped the somewhat damaged sand table tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes:
"We will protect the Heavenly Court!"

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light:

"We will not let the Dark Star Organization succeed!"

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.

"After a period of rest, we will continue our pursuit of the remnants of Dark Star!"

"Yes!"

Nezha responded, his voice weak but unwavering. He leaned on a nearby stone, slowly stood up, his movements slightly labored, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The surrounding area was a devastated battlefield, with ruins scattered everywhere and the air filled with the smell of burning.

Yang Jian looked around, his sharp gaze sweeping across the battlefield, as if searching for something he had overlooked.

The tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touched the ground, making a crisp sound. His expression was serious, without the slightest relaxation.

Sun Wukong tried to stretch his muscles and bones, and the pain all over his body made him gasp, but he endured the discomfort and slowly stood up.

"Let's go back to Heaven first..."

Sun Wukong said in a hoarse voice, but with an unquestionable tone of command.

"The injuries need to be treated as soon as possible. What follows will require us to have enough strength to face it."

He held his lower back, his movements slow but firm. The three of them headed towards the Heavenly Court, encountering many celestial soldiers and generals along the way who were responsible for cleaning up the mess.

Some were clearing wreckage from the battlefield, others were comforting frightened civilians, and still others were repairing damaged buildings.

The scene was bustling with activity, yet it also concealed the exhaustion following the great battle.

In the distance, the majestic palaces of Heaven shone brilliantly in the sunlight, yet they could not conceal the wounds inflicted upon Heaven by this great battle.

The group silently traversed the war-torn land, the air still thick with the lingering smell of burnt flesh and blood.

Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian, who bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the peace of the Three Realms, appear exceptionally exhausted at this moment.

Although they defeated the Dark Star Organization's invasion, the ferocity of that battle was deeply etched in their hearts.

Nezha would occasionally look back at the heavenly soldiers who were busy at work, their faces showing deep exhaustion and relief at surviving a calamity.

Back at the Qitian Palace, the atmosphere inside was somber.

Inside the Qitian Palace, the celestial officials looked solemn, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

On the table in the center of the hall were urgent reports from various places, densely filled with information about the activities of the remnants of the Dark Star.

Venus stroked his long beard, remaining silent, yet one could sense the immense pressure emanating from him.

Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian had just escaped from a fierce battle. They were still covered in blood and dust, but they did not look disheveled. Instead, they exuded a chilling killing intent.

They sat on the ground, waiting for reports from celestial officials from all over the land.

A celestial official dressed in a blue robe stepped forward, his voice low and urgent:

"Reporting to the Great Sage, Prince Nezha, General Yang Jian, the remnants of the Dark Stars in various regions are stirring up trouble! Taking advantage of the Heavenly Court's severe weakening, they are plundering resources everywhere, attempting to launch a counterattack!"

As he spoke, he presented the memorial in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, clearly quite frightened by the news coming from various places.

Sun Wukong took the memorial, glanced at it briefly, and his eyes immediately became incredibly sharp.

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the jade cup on it to vibrate and make a crisp sound. The celestial officials in the hall were startled and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's anger.

"How dare they! Do they really think the Heavenly Court is a pushover, that they can be bullied at will?!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority. He looked up and surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sharp: "Immediately issue an order for a thorough investigation within the Heavenly Court, and make sure to root out all the remaining members of the Dark Star faction! Leave no one alive!"

He exuded a murderous aura, and his tone was filled with sharp killing intent, as if he wanted to grind all the remnants of Dark Star to dust.

Nezha listened quietly to Sun Wukong's commands, his eyes filled with contemplation.

He gently stroked the Qiankun Ring around his waist, his fingertips lightly caressing it, as if he were pondering some strategy.

After a moment, he spoke, "The sand table still needs repair. The residual effects of the chaotic energy have affected its accuracy, but I will repair it as soon as possible and improve the strategy for dealing with chaotic energy. We need a more effective defense system!"

As he spoke, his fingertips traced several complex trajectories in the air, as if depicting some kind of intricate formation.

Yang Jian listened silently, his deep eyes filled with calmness and wisdom.

He slowly began, “I will personally travel to various locations to oversee the battles and stabilize the situation. At the same time, I will secretly search for the whereabouts of the Chaos Pearl fragments to prevent Dark Star from using its remaining energy to cause trouble again.”

His tone was calm and steady, as reassuring as a rock.

He stood up, his eyes resolute: "I will spare no effort to safeguard the peace of Heaven."

Venus finally spoke, his voice calm but with an undeniable air of authority: "Send down the order to repair the spiritual veins with all our might, and prepare to issue a proclamation to the Three Realms to stabilize public sentiment. The impact of this incident on the Three Realms should not be underestimated; we must do our utmost to appease the people and prevent panic."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian: "Great Sage, both generals, you've worked hard. Please rest well, as there's still a long road ahead."

His words were full of concern, but they also hinted at the immense pressure and long-term challenges of this battle.

Sun Wukong stood up, straightened his back, and his eyes were filled with determination and resolve: "For the Heavenly Court, for the Three Realms, we have an unshirkable duty!"

He patted Nezha and Yang Jian on the shoulders, his eyes filled with brotherly affection.

Nezha and Yang Jian nodded simultaneously, their gazes unwavering, meeting Sun Wukong's eyes and expressing their shared determination.

"set off!"

Sun Wukong stepped out of the Qitian Palace first, his figure agile and powerful.

Nezha followed closely behind, his eyes resolute, his hand gripping the Universe Ring tightly.

Yang Jian followed silently behind, his gaze deep and cold, the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand gleaming with a chilling light.

Venus watched their departing figures and let out a long sigh of relief.

He understood that this battle had only just begun...

Outside the Qitian Hall, sunlight shone on the bluestone path, illuminating the departing figures of the three people.

Sun Wukong traveled swiftly to the Ministry of War in Heaven. Inside the hall, the celestial officials were solemn and the atmosphere was heavy.

Sun Wukong looked around and said loudly, "Gentlemen, the remnants of the Dark Star are stirring up trouble, and their traces can be found in various places. I have divided the heavenly soldiers and generals into seven groups to go to various places to suppress them. We must fight quickly and decisively to avoid causing greater losses!"

His tone was firm, yet carried an unquestionable authority; every word was weighty and decisive.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, and scanned the assembled celestial officials with sharp eyes, forcing them to take his words seriously.

The Vice Minister of War stepped forward, bowed, and reported, "Great Sage, rest assured, we will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the vice minister's forehead, but his tone remained firm.

The carved beams and painted rafters inside the hall appeared exceptionally solemn under the sunlight, yet they could not conceal the tense atmosphere permeating the air.

Sun Wukong learned about the situation in various places in detail at the Ministry of War, and adjusted the deployment of troops based on the activity trajectory of the remnants of the Dark Star.

As he listened to the report, he marked key areas on the map, his fingers tapping the table forcefully, making a "thump-thump" sound that expressed his anxiety.

His gaze was sharp and unwavering.

After the report, Sun Wukong waved his hand, signaling the celestial officials to step down, and began to draft a battle plan. His brows were furrowed, and his pen flew across the paper, leaving behind dense writing.

He carefully reviewed the battle plan, then slammed it heavily onto the table. The weighty plan seemed to bear the weight of his entire responsibility for the safety of the Three Realms.

Meanwhile, Nezha returned to his mansion and repaired the sand table that recorded the activity patterns of spiritual veins and dark stars in various places.

Fine sand slipped from his fingertips. He was focused, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering some complex problem.

He would sometimes look up and gaze at the sand table, and sometimes look down and quickly fiddle with the sand, arranging the flags representing the troops from different regions.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of him fiddling with the sand and the occasional soft sigh. Nezha's face showed a hint of fatigue, but his eyes still shone with a resolute light; he believed he could find an effective strategy to deal with the chaotic energy.

He placed the restored sand table on the table and carefully examined every detail to make sure no information was missed.

(End of this chapter)