Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 565

"Issue the decree: All the righteous gods of the mountains, rivers, and lands of the Nine Provinces, as well as the City Gods and the Underworld, immediately appear in the cities, towns, and villages under your jurisdiction! Rally the people and proclaim His Majesty's achievements in sweeping away the chaotic demons and eliminating the leader of the Dark Star! Anyone who takes advantage of the chaos to spread rumors and incite panic will have their soul locked by the City God and be executed instantly by the Thunder Department! I have already requested permission from the Heavenly River Dragon King to activate the required pure spiritual energy from the Nine Heavens. All the righteous gods in the various regions shall cooperate in guiding and channeling it. Within three days, the purifying spiritual clouds must cover all the severely affected areas!"

"Accept the decree!"

Countless illusory divine figures bowed and disappeared, and a vast network connecting the power of heaven and earth was quietly laid out.

"Si Cai Immortal Official!"

Venus pointed his finger to the other side.

"The little god is here!"

"Immediately allocate one million cubic meters of immortal jade and ten million high-grade spirit crystals to be distributed to the Kunlun Mountains for repair and to the government offices in various disaster-stricken areas! Order the Craftsman God Camp to select key personnel to assist True Lord Yang Jian in repairing the earth veins of Kunlun Jade Void Peak! Anyone found to have embezzled or misappropriated these funds... a place has been reserved for them on the Execution Platform!"

Venus's eyes were as cold as frost.

"Yes! I will personally oversee it!"

Sweating profusely, the official in charge of wealth picked up a stack of jade slips and staggered quickly towards the treasure vault.

After giving these instructions, Venus turned around, his aura suddenly becoming deep and unfathomable.

More than a dozen figures silently appeared behind him—some wearing masks, others with no aura at all; they were all celestial officials in charge of "secret operations" in the Heavenly Court, responsible only to the Heavenly Emperor and Venus.

"The Censorate, be established!"

Venus's voice was low, yet it carried the power to freeze the soul.

"The Heavenly Emperor's decree is here. Target: all celestial officials of the third rank and above in the Heavenly Court. Investigate their whereabouts over the past century, all unusual movements of their magical power, and all abnormal interactions! From this day forward, you are the blood shadows of my Heavenly Court. Remember, focus your investigations on the Hall of Medicine, the Treasury, and even those former subordinates who were close to the Queen Mother of the West! The chain of evidence must be clear and ironclad. It is better to be wrong 90% than to miss a single one! If there is any obstruction or leak... you know how to silence them forever on the Execution Platform. Go!"

"promise!"

The dark figure silently melted into the shadows and gaps in the light of the palace, as if it had never existed.

An invisible chilling aura began to seep into every corner of the seemingly busy Heavenly Court.

At this moment, the mortal realm is filled with the smoke of gunpowder mixed with the lingering stench of decay.

A faint wail could still be heard beneath the collapsed city walls, and several stray dogs, their eyes bloodshot and drooling, roamed the scorched farmland.

Outside a village recently attacked by a small group of demonic beasts, a villager, covered in blood and whose life had just been saved by a celestial official from the Imperial Apothecary, weakly looked up. Through his cloudy, tearful eyes, he saw:
In the sky, celestial soldiers, as dense as locusts and clad in silver armor, were unleashing a torrent of lightning like a waterfall towards the distant, turbid mountain valley!

Purple lightning bolts tore through the sky, roaring like the beating of heavenly drums.

The colossal figure of the giant spirit god appeared and disappeared among the clouds, and each swing of his axe caused the mountains to tremble.

Above the higher heavens, twenty-eight incredibly bright stars could be faintly seen moving along mysterious trajectories, casting down silvery starlight like a gentle veil, slowly yet firmly covering the ravaged earth, colliding with the rising turbid air and emitting a hissing sound.

A white crane attendant, carrying a medicine chest and looking hurried, descended from the clouds and quickly placed a jade bottle into the villager's trembling hands:

"Quickly distribute this medicine to ward off the poison and soothe the soul! This is the decree of the Supreme God, so have no more fear! The evil demons that were causing trouble have been wiped out by His Majesty!"

Boom!

Another blazing purple divine lightning bolt struck the distant mountain range, completely shattering a column of foul-smelling gas that shot into the sky.

The villagers held the cool, smooth jade bottle, listened to the thunder that seemed to herald the end of the world, and looked up at the sky, which was being cleansed by starlight and was gradually revealing a little clearer light. For the first time, a glimmer of hope appeared in their despairing eyes.

Inside the Qitian Palace, Sun Wukong, sitting high above, did not relax despite the immortals' orders to move.

He still kept his eyes, which seemed to see into the depths of hell, closed, and the golden cudgel on his lap lay dormant, as if it were just a sleeping giant beast.

Outside the palace, a symphony of celestial soldiers rushing forth and thunder exploding resounded, as the Three Realms struggled to regain their vitality amidst painful gasps for breath.

But his divine sense, like an invisible hand, firmly covered every busy corner of the Heavenly Court, the Tushita Palace where the alchemy furnace burned, the Kunlun Mountains where the turbid waves surged, and every inch of the scorched earth in the lower realm that was being cleansed by thunder and soothed by starlight.

The cries of millions of lives are slowly turning into prayers and hopes.

The enormous machine of Heaven, after giving the order, finally roared with all its might.

Sun Wukong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his charred face revealing neither joy nor anger. He stood up, swaying slightly before regaining his balance and walking step by step towards the outside of the hall.

"Great Sage!"

Venus hurriedly followed.

"What are you..."

"Go to the Tushita Palace." Sun Wukong said without turning his head, his voice low, "Go see Nezha."

Taibai Jinxing opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything more, and just silently followed behind Sun Wukong.

Inside the Tushita Palace, the firelight from the alchemy furnace illuminated Laozi's slightly weary face.

He made hand seals, continuously pouring immortal energy into the alchemy furnace, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Sun Wukong's arrival did not stop Laozi from casting his spells. He merely glanced sideways, a hint of helplessness in his eyes:
“Great Sage, this Chaos Poison is even more troublesome than I anticipated.”

Sun Wukong walked to the alchemy furnace and gazed at Nezha, who was enveloped in a misty purple aura inside.

Nezha's face was still pale, the black lines between his eyebrows spread to the corners of his eyes, and his breathing was weak, as if he might disappear at any moment.

"Laojun, are you confident?"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Lao Jun sighed and slowly shook his head: "I have done my best, but whether or not this chaotic poison can be expelled depends entirely on Nezha's own destiny."

Sun Wukong fell silent, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, turned to Venus and said, "Venus, you continue to oversee the reconstruction of the Three Realms. I will wait here."

Venus bowed and accepted the order, then withdrew from the Tushita Palace.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged beside the alchemy furnace, closed his eyes, and silently circulated his inner energy, sending a wisp of pure immortal energy to Nezha.

Time passed by, and the Tushita Palace was silent except for the flickering flames of the alchemy furnace and Sun Wukong's even breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the alchemy furnace.

The purple aura inside the furnace gradually dissipated, revealing Nezha's face.

Nezha's complexion improved slightly, the black lines between his eyebrows faded a bit, and his breathing became more steady.

Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile appearing on his face.

Just then, a celestial soldier hurriedly entered the Tushita Palace and knelt on one knee: "Reporting to the Great Sage, Venus has urgent business to discuss with me!"

Sun Wukong got up and quickly walked out of the Tushita Palace.

Venus's expression was solemn as he held a jade scroll in his hands: "Great Sage, the Investigation Bureau has found evidence of collusion between some celestial officials and Dark Star."

Sun Wukong took the jade slip, his gaze sweeping over the list on it, his face gradually darkening.

The list prominently featured some familiar names, including several high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court.

"Good, very good!" Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his voice icy cold. "Take all these people to the Execution Platform and execute them publicly as a warning to others!"

Venus bowed and accepted the order, then turned and left.

Sun Wukong stood alone outside the Tushita Palace, gazing at the starry sky, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The scattering of the Chaos Pearl fragments, the lurking of the remnants of the Dark Star, the corruption within the Heavenly Court... all of this was like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew that he bore the heavy responsibility of protecting the Three Realms and could not afford to be negligent in the slightest.

"Dark Star, I will fight you to the death!" Sun Wukong clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with determination.

On Mount Kunlun, Yang Jian stood amidst ruins, leaning on his three-pointed double-edged sword, his body covered in wounds and his breathing disordered.

The lingering chaotic energy around him, like black mist, relentlessly eroded his body. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and circulated his inner energy, attempting to expel the chaotic energy.

However, these chaotic energies were exceptionally stubborn, clinging tightly to his body like maggots clinging to a bone.

He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly realized that this chaotic energy was not entirely harmful.

While they were eroding his body, they were also constantly enhancing his cultivation.

A thought struck him, and he tried to absorb and refine this chaotic energy.

Surprisingly, he actually absorbed and refined this chaotic energy.

He felt his strength increasing and his injuries healing rapidly.

He was overjoyed and continued to absorb and refine the surrounding chaotic energy.

A moment later, his injuries were completely healed, and his cultivation level improved to a higher level.

He opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them.

"The power of chaos can actually be absorbed and refined!" he thought to himself. "If I could collect the scattered fragments of the Chaos Pearls and transform them into controllable power, wouldn't that be..."

Thinking of this, he immediately set off for the Heavenly Court to tell Sun Wukong about his discovery.

"Great Sage, while I was battling the remaining chaotic forces in Kunlun Mountain, I unexpectedly discovered that the power of chaos can be absorbed and refined to enhance one's cultivation." Yang Jian knelt on one knee, his voice filled with excitement.

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. "Tell me in detail."

Yang Jian recounted his experiences in the Kunlun Mountains in detail.

After listening, Sun Wukong pondered for a moment and said, "Your suggestion makes a lot of sense. I will immediately dispatch heavenly soldiers and generals to the mortal world to collect the fragments. At the same time, I order Nezha to start researching the method of transforming the power of chaos as soon as he awakens."

"Your subject obeys the decree!" Yang Jian rose and bowed to accept the order.

Sun Wukong watched Yang Jian's departing figure, his eyes gleaming with a profound light.

He knew that collecting and transforming the fragments of the Chaos Pearl would be an extremely difficult task.

However, for the safety of the Three Realms, he must do his utmost.

"Nezha, you must wake up as soon as possible!" Sun Wukong gazed in the direction of the Tushita Palace and prayed silently in his heart.

Sun Wukong got up, and with a flash of golden light, he arrived at the Tushita Palace.

The alchemy furnace was ablaze with purple flames, and the aroma of medicinal herbs filled the air.

Laozi, holding a whisk, stood before the alchemy furnace, intently observing the changes in the elixir inside.

"Laojun, how is Nezha's injury?" Sun Wukong asked, his tone filled with concern.

Laozi turned to look at Sun Wukong, stroked his long beard, and slowly said, "He is mostly recovered, but he still needs to rest for a while to fully recover."

He paused, then added, "This power of chaos is truly domineering."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly and walked to Nezha's side. He saw that Nezha's face was pale and his breath was weak, but his breathing was steady, so he was probably not in any danger.

He reached out and checked Nezha's pulse, and only after confirming that he was alright did he feel relieved.

Outside the Tushita Palace, cranes circled and uttered clear calls, while auspicious clouds swirled around, adding to the celestial atmosphere.

Sun Wukong left the Tushita Palace and returned to the Qitian Hall.

The hall was still filled with the chilling atmosphere left over from the great battle, and the air seemed to still carry the burnt smell of the chaotic power's corrosive influence.

He strode to the throne, sat down heavily, and casually leaned his golden cudgel against the armrest, making a dull thud.

"Send word to summon all the immortals for a meeting!"

Sun Wukong gave the order to the heavenly soldiers standing outside the hall, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before long, the immortals arrived at the Qitian Palace one after another, each with a solemn expression, clearly still recovering from the aftermath of the great battle.

Venus, holding a jade tablet, stood at the front of the line, a hint of weariness in his eyes, yet he maintained the proper solemnity.

"Fellow immortals..."

Sun Wukong looked around, his gaze sharp.

"Although our Heavenly Court achieved a pyrrhic victory in this great battle, the fragments of the Chaos Pearl have been scattered throughout the Three Realms, posing endless threats. My mind is made up; we must immediately deploy a plan to collect the fragments and transform the power of chaos!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a low murmur arose in the hall. Collecting fragments was no easy task, and transforming chaotic power was unheard of.

Sun Wukong raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and continued:

"Venus, you shall immediately draft an edict to proclaim to the Three Realms, offering a reward for a fragment of the Chaos Pearl, and promising a generous reward. At the same time…"

He paused, then emphasized his words.

"Dispatch heavenly soldiers and generals to search for the fragments throughout the human world, and establish a special agency to be responsible for the collection and safekeeping of the fragments. There must be no mistakes!"

Venus bowed and accepted the order:

"The minister obeys the order!"

He turned and left, his steps hurried, clearly already beginning to make arrangements for the matter.

Sun Wukong turned his gaze to the other immortals in the hall and said in a deep voice, "This matter is of great importance. You must all do your utmost and not slack off!"

All the immortals responded in unison: "We will obey the Great Sage's decree!"

Meanwhile, inside the Tushita Palace, Nezha gradually awoke under the careful care of Laozi.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling sore all over and his consciousness was somewhat blurred.

"Laojun..."

Nezha called out weakly, his voice hoarse.

Lao Tzu smiled kindly and said, "It's good that you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Nezha struggled to sit up, rubbed his somewhat dizzy head, and replied, "I feel weak all over and my head is throbbing."

He looked down at his body and found that the black lines that had spread had faded a lot, but they were still shocking.

"That chaotic power is indeed domineering."

"Laozi sighed, and as he spoke, he handed Nezha a cup of celestial tea."

"Have a sip of tea first, to soothe your throat."

Nezha took the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and immediately felt refreshed and much better.

He recalled the scene of the great battle and the chaotic power he felt before he lost consciousness, and a sense of lingering fear rose in his heart.

"Laojun, fragments of the Chaos Pearl..."

Nezha hesitated, worried that something might have happened while he was unconscious.

Laozi waved his hand, signaling him to rest assured: "The matter of the fragments, Great Sage, has its own arrangements. Your most important task now is to take good care of your health. After you have fully recovered, there is another important task waiting for you."

"A heavy responsibility?" Nezha asked in confusion.

“Not bad,” Lao Tzu smiled mysteriously, “researching the method of transforming the power of chaos.”

(End of this chapter)