Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 563

Wukong plunged his golden cudgel into the core of the void, only to be astonished to find the last fragment of the Chaos Pearl stuck in Chaos's throat.

"Destroy it, and the Three Realms will live—" Yang Jian roared.

Nezha, however, saw in the chaotic flow of time and space that the fragments were connected to the soul fires of billions of mortals: "No! If the fragments perish, all living beings perish!"

The Great Sage suddenly burst into laughter and fiercely nailed his ten-thousand-foot-long golden cudgel into the space-time rift.

"Want to devour the mortal realm? You'll have to step over my bones first!"

The roar of the demon god was suddenly drowned out by the sound of metal twisting: the golden cudgel was rapidly transforming into a giant bronze pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, with totems of ancient races worshipping the fire appearing on its surface.

Every hair on Sun Wukong's head was ablaze: "If you want the fragments, come find me, Old Sun!"

The golden cudgel, imbued with the will to create the world and carrying the essence and divine power of Sun Wukong, plunged into the constantly collapsing and expanding twisted core with unstoppable force!
"howl--!!!"

An unprecedented shriek, a mixture of rage and extreme pain, ripped through the deathly silence of the underground palace.

The neither-male-nor-female echo was forcibly squeezed and torn, losing its previous eerie composure and leaving only the most primal screams.

Thick, dark, and seemingly composed of countless fragments of flesh and blood from annihilated time and space, it sprayed out in all directions with a desperate roar from its core.

That void and chaos that originally existed only in the concept was forcibly "nailed" into a substantial form for the first time under the power of the creation artifact!

Thousands of struggling and howling vengeful spirits, like oil paints smeared by the worst artist, twisted and pieced together into a huge and deformed outline, entrenched on the scarlet altar, each writhing exuding a decaying power powerful enough to wither the stars.

Six large eyes, as if cast from molten iron, flowed with thick, sticky tears of blood, and were locked tightly around Sun Wukong.

At the center of this terrifying form formed from resentment and venom, deep within the gaping maw that had just split open amidst its howls, a glimmer of light firmly attracted Sun Wukong's gaze, burning with both ferocity and vigilance.

It was a fragment.

It was less than an inch long, with a pitted and uneven surface, as if it had experienced an unimaginable impact, and its edges were twisted and sharp.

Its entire body was filled with an indescribable yet absolutely "present" chaotic light, which was of the same origin and quality as the power that made up this enormous chaotic beast, yet completely different.

It was stuck there, like a stubborn grain of sand embedded in a gear, or more like... a fragment of a key!
The records in the Primordial Scroll were like thunderbolts that cleaved open Sun Wukong's sea of ​​consciousness—the Chaos Pearl!

The innate treasure that tore apart the primordial chaos is also the source from which the primordial chaos itself draws upon and integrates all things!

What's stuck deep in the throat of chaos right now is the last fragment of that shattered core!
Before he could even process what he was thinking, the beast's six eyes, which were dripping with blood and tears, suddenly erupted with a hatred and madness that could burn everything.

The body, composed of countless vengeful spirits, suddenly trembled violently. It didn't explode outwards, but collapsed inwards!

The surrounding space, already eroded by chaos and resembling rotting flesh and bones, groaned under its own weight, as terrifying, pitch-black cracks stretched wildly outward from the altar, tearing it open!

Space... no, spacetime itself, is out of control!

The mottled and twisted walls of the underground palace, the stone slabs underfoot flowing with eerie slime, and even the dome above that hangs like stalactites of solidified resentment... were like ink blocks thrown into boiling water, instantly stretched, deformed, and disintegrated!
In the blink of an eye, the massive ruined underground palace was completely swallowed up by the vortex-like spatial turbulence.

Beneath my feet was no longer solid rock, but weightless nothingness; above my head, there was no dome, only countless broken stars, swirling nebula remnants, and the turbulent flow of time rushing past like a boiling, filthy river.

Sun Wukong, his enormous chaotic body, and even the boundless black mist swamp below, soaked in chaotic power and now engulfed—all became trapped beasts in this suddenly formed cage of temporal turbulence. The howls of chaos pierced through the distorted spacetime, carrying the cold, deathly silence of endless spacetime annihilation, attempting to completely pollute and tear apart this present world.

"Monster! Where are you going!"

The stern shout, like thunder, forcefully cleaved a crack in the distorted background noise of time and space.

Two figures struggled to dodge and weave through the chaotic dimensional fragments—the three-pointed double-edged sword unleashed a chilling blade light, cleaving through torrents carrying fragments of spacetime; Yang Jian's third eye, a golden light bursting forth, focused intently on the massive chaotic core, bloodshot streaming from it, clearly burdened to the extreme; Nezha, protected behind Yang Jian, had the spiderweb-like black markings on his chest seem to spread even faster under the tearing of the spacetime storm, his face ashen, only his eyes burning with a fierce, resentful flame.

Yang Jian stared intently at the faint yet deadly shard of light from the Chaos Pearl deep within the colossal maw of chaos, and he understood some of the key points within it!
Despite the tearing force of the temporal turbulence, his voice, hoarse with a resolute tone, resonated far and wide:
"Monkey! Destroy...destroy that fragment! That's its essence! Shatter it...only then will the Three Realms...have life!"

Every word seemed to be forced out of his throat, laced with a desperate urgency.

"idiot!"

Yang Jian was met with an even more furious shout from Nezha, a curse that nearly exhausted his remaining strength.

His face was covered in black lines, and his body swayed slightly in the turbulence of time and space, but his eyes shone as brightly as the last spark in the ashes of a burnt-out fire.

He kept tightly clutching the warm jade fragment that had survived from the broken sand table in his palm.

At this moment, Nezha raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to the shard of light in Chaos's throat, as if he could see something farther away, larger, and more terrifying through that shard of light!
“…That’s…a gate! It’s…the gate that’s blocking it…a gate!”

Nezha's voice was broken and intermittent due to the excruciating pain and indescribable sensations, and every word contained immense fear.

"It's broken?! Look... the jade plate!"

He almost risked his life, forcefully pulling the jade piece in his hand upwards.

Om-!
The tiny jade piece suddenly shone brightly. Under the powerful stimulation of the light from the remnants of the chaotic core, it, as a former part of the barrier core, finally briefly tore open the thick curtain of chaos that covered all living beings!

A chilling scene was projected through the light of the jade piece onto the chaotic spacetime: with the fragments of the Chaos Pearl as an invisible "hub," countless tiny, almost negligible points of soul light were forcibly pulled and bound to it like moths to a flame!
Those points of light came from countless collapsing human cities, from mortal towns about to be swallowed by lava, from creatures instantly annihilated after being swept into the turbulent flow of time and space... They were the remnants of soul fire from mortals of the Three Realms, from countless beings as insignificant as ants!
The fragments became a chain that held them together in their final "existence," with the other end of the chain hanging tightly on the "core" fragment in the beast's throat!

The destruction of the fragments means that billions of soul flames are instantly absorbed by the Chaos Body, becoming its final stepping stone to break through all cages!

To break or not to break?

Is destruction the key to ending the current chaotic resurgence? Or is it the button to unleash an even greater abyss of catastrophe?
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

At the very moment when Yang Jian's shocked expression froze on his face and Nezha's eyes were filled with even more desperate black lines, a thunderous laugh suddenly exploded!

It’s Sun Wukong!

There was not a trace of confusion in that laughter, only the resolute arrogance of someone driven to the brink!

He ignored the destructive rage burning in the six blood-red eyes of the chaotic beast, and even ignored the agonizing cries of agony emanating from the human realm below, which was beginning to collapse under the immense pressure of distorted spacetime.

He fixed his gaze on the mortal foundation below, torn and teetering, rapidly being polluted by the chaotic black mist—the nest of those ants, the place where they struggled and cried out, on the verge of complete annihilation!

"Pooh!"

He spat a mouthful of scarlet saliva into the chaotic void.

"Want to devour all living beings?! You'll have to step over my bones first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong's arm muscles bulged, and every hair seemed to burn with invisible golden flames!

He let out the most primal growl of a wild beast fighting for its life, and poured out all his billions of years of cultivation without reservation, pouring it fiercely into the Ruyi Jingu Bang that had once swept away the Nine Netherworlds and was now almost dim!

"Stop! Ten Thousand! Jun—!"

The piercing groan of metal rubbing against the very foundation of the universe suddenly drowned out the howls of chaos!
The golden cudgel burst forth with an unprecedented chaotic divine light, growing larger in the wind!

Ten thousand feet? A hundred thousand feet? It has long surpassed the limits of measurement. It is no longer just a weapon; it is becoming a fulcrum!
A colossal pillar, tightly wedged into the spatial rift leading to the present world, torn open by the power of the chaotic beast itself!
Rumble, rumble!

The entire chaotic flow of time and space seemed to pause slightly when it was struck by this enormous force that was forcibly anchored!
The terrifying sense of collapse and tearing apart that filled the mortal realm was forcibly delayed by this resolute supporting force amidst the creaking sounds of countless spatial barriers on the verge of breaking!
At this moment, the enormous "golden cudgel" that connects the three realms of heaven, earth, and man is undergoing a dramatic transformation visible to the naked eye!
A dark, chaotic luster rapidly seeped out from within, instantly replacing the original golden luster;

Countless ancient and desolate bronze patterns, as if born from the beginning of the universe, appeared on the surface of the rod!
The totems engraved on it are no longer auspicious clouds and mythical beasts—but the worship of all races!

Giant, fanged beasts knelt on the wasteland, long-eared, sharp-toothed ancestors prostrated themselves beside the campfire, and extraterrestrial races with wings that seemed to swirl like clouds stood devoutly beneath the stars... Countless ancient races, never before seen and not even recorded in the Three Realms, worshipped in various postures the simplest yet seemingly most profound flame in the center of the totem—a tiny flame that seemed to contain the very source of life in the universe!
It is no longer just a stick, but a bronze beam that transcends countless times and spaces, carries the spark of will of our ancestors, and fights against the void and chaos!
It supports the broken sky, suppresses the collapsing earth, and blocks the gaping maw of the chaotic beast that leads directly to the mortal world!
Sun Wukong stood suspended atop this massive pillar, forged from his own Dao body and will, his entire body ablaze with golden-red flames, burning fiercely like a bonfire doused with oil.

The excruciating pain felt like a million steel needles piercing his soul, but the light in those fiery eyes was so intense it could melt a star's core.

He stared intently at the massive chaotic entity firmly blocked by the bronze pillar, looking into its furious blood-red eyes and feeling the power of the Chaos Pearl fragment in its throat surging wildly due to this forced obstruction.

Each word rang out from between his burning teeth, like a war drum, crashing down on every corner of this chaotic space-time, and also striking Yang Jian and Nezha, who were struggling on the edge of despair:

"If you want the fragments, come find me, Old Sun!"

hiss--!
Above the bronze pillar, the massive, black hole-like chaotic body writhed violently, and countless vengeful spirits let out shrill screams. The spatial turbulence transformed into a tangible wave of shadowy energy, carrying a suffocating malice, and slammed into the only obstacle—the burning figure on the pillar!
The vast map of the human world below resembles a scroll ravaged by an invisible giant hand, with dark red flames symbolizing destruction igniting everywhere.

The countless souls entangled within the fragments of the Chaos Pearl wailed. They were small and insignificant, yet they were the very force that kept this world from utterly plunging into the cold void.

On that towering bronze pillar, the light of ancient patterns from which all races paid homage clashed fiercely with the black energy of chaos, each collision seemingly causing the entire space-time to tremble.

Sun Wukong's silhouette, amidst the raging chaos, appeared as insignificant as a speck of dust before a mountain, yet as resilient as an unyielding rock.

The spiderweb-like black patterns on Nezha's chest and abdomen spread wildly under the heavy pressure of the distorted spacetime, and every breath tore at his nerves.

The jade piece he gripped in his palm was scorching hot, like a branding iron. Light flickered violently within the shattered barrier's core, reflecting the dim, extinguished sparks of soul fire in the mortal realm below.

He could "hear" their cries, the faint sounds of millions of ants struggling on the edge of the furnace, being torn apart bit by bit by an invisible force, enough to make any god's heart that had not yet cooled convulse.

"Hold on... Great Sage..."

He gritted his teeth, tasting the salty, metallic flavor of blood. As the sand table shattered completely, that profound realization surged within him once more—laws need not be confined to physical objects!
Suppressing the tearing pain that threatened to assimilate his consciousness into the black mist, Nezha transformed almost all of his remaining divine power into a faint yet exceptionally pure and resolute stream of will. Like the toughest thread, it shot out and wrapped itself around the bronze pillar that bore the weight of everything.

"Protect!"

All his thoughts converged into a single word, and he exerted all his strength to transmit the remaining, sparse "guardian" principle in this turbulent void—not a tangible barrier, but the condensation and transmission of will—like a resilient fiber injected into a steel beam.

boom!
An even stronger chaotic undercurrent surged forth like a landslide and a tsunami, crashing into the bronze pillar.

The buzzing sound almost ripped eardrums. The giant pillar shook violently, and the figure of Sun Wukong at the top hunched almost imperceptibly for a moment in the face of this earth-shattering impact.

This is the moment!

Yang Jian's vertical eye between his eyebrows flashed with golden light!

A sharp golden light, like a searchlight, pierced through layers of turbulent currents, locking onto a single point deep within the maw of chaos...

The core fragment of the Chaos Pearl, which had been forcibly suppressed at the throat of the ferocious beast by the bronze pillar, was now passively exposed for a brief moment due to the frenzied impact!
(End of this chapter)