Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 568

As soon as Sun Wukong's golden body appeared, his golden cudgel, carrying the power to split the heavens and the earth, smashed into the core of the black mist swamp.

The energy exploded like stars shattering, instantly tearing a gaping maw through the churning poisonous miasma—

Deep within that core, there was a fragment of a Chaos Pearl that pulsed with an ominous purple light!

The swamp's murky water surged back into the breach, the fragments glowed brightly, and countless withered bones crawled out of the mud...

The sixteen-foot-tall golden-bodied Sun Wukong was like a blazing sun breaking through the dark clouds. The moment his golden cudgel fell, the black mist swamp seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

Amidst the deafening explosion, the filthy miasma tumbled and retreated as if encountering its nemesis, tearing a huge, shocking gap in its path by this torrent of pure power.

Smoke and foul-smelling mud cascaded down like a waterfall, revealing the buried truth—deep within a pool of swampy, turbulent, purplish-black viscous liquid, an irregularly shaped fragment, the size of an infant's fist, with sharp edges, was deeply embedded in a black reef, pulsating with an ominous, deep purple light in a strange and greedy rhythm.

Each rise and fall of that light stirred the "heartbeat" of the entire swamp.

Beneath the deathly still mud, a chilling rustling sound arose, like thousands of poisonous insects crawling.

Immediately afterwards, a withered, bony arm, pale yet tinged with a deadly, poisonous green, broke through the mud and emerged, swaying precariously. Then came a head riddled with cracks, broken ribs… Countless decaying skeletons buried here, filled with resentment, were forcibly awakened by the power of the fragments. Two points of frenzied purple flames leaped in their empty eye sockets, twisting and struggling, crawling toward the source of that power, and also toward the god standing in the air.

"Hmph, even in death you won't find peace!"

A golden light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes like lightning, and the golden cudgel in his hand hummed and trembled, about to sweep away the filth and evil.

A golden beam of light, as precise as an arrow, pierced through the murky and chaotic airflow below and shot straight towards them.

The golden light faded, revealing Nezha!
A tattered sand table was tightly bound to his left arm, while his right hand held a fist-sized box—neither gold nor jade, with mysterious runes flowing across its surface—the Suppressing Evil Jade Box, the latest prototype of a magical artifact hastily produced by the Tushita Palace.

He glanced at the forming ocean of bones, his voice reaching Wukong's ears through his spiritual power: "You impudent monkey, brute force to clear the area is too time-consuming! The fragments are acting strangely; they are absorbing the residual turbid and resentful energy of these corpses to nourish themselves, and their energy is rapidly increasing! We must isolate them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nezha swiftly drew a magic seal, and the Demon-Suppressing Jade Box flew out of his hand, hovering above the gap in the swamp, slowly rotating.

Strands of cool, soft light, like moonlight, flowed down from the opening of the box, forming a thin yet resilient film of light that precisely enveloped the frantically pulsating fragments.

The moment the light membrane touched the purple light, a piercing howl, like that of some wild beast struggling before its death, echoed from the depths of the swamp. The chaotic light of the fragments suddenly stopped, as if it had been choked.

The invisible force of absorption was forcibly cut off, and the withered bones that had been surging towards the fragments like a tide suddenly froze, and the purple flames that had been dancing in their eyes visibly dimmed.

Don't miss out!

Sun Wukong shouted:
"receive!"

The golden cudgel drew an arc and landed precisely on the dark reef below the debris.

boom!
The reef, along with its fragments, was violently blasted away from its original body by an unparalleled force.

Almost simultaneously, the Jade Box for Suppressing Evil shone brightly, firmly drawing the fragments that had detached from the base back into the box.

The lid closed silently, and the runes on its surface burst forth with dazzling spiritual light, which flowed and shifted for several breaths before gradually subsiding, completely sealing away the restlessness and evil.

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At the same time, deep in the Qinling Mountains, fissures spread across the ground like a spider web.

A local earth god, with white hair and beard and a body as gnarled as an ancient tree, was hunched over, his wooden staff tapping the edge of a huge crack in the ground that emitted a decaying black aura.

Beside him, several elite underworld messengers drawn from the nearby City God were on high alert.

Deep within the cracks, a viscous, black, oily substance was slowly churning, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and deadly aura.

"This place... has blocked earth veins, and the death energy has condensed into a gel-like substance; it was definitely not formed naturally!"

The Earth God frowned, his voice carrying a deep, resonant echo from the depths of the earth.

"Deeper inside, my senses were forcibly blocked, as if there was a barrier preventing them. I fear there is something hidden there."

His wrinkled face turned to one of the underworld officials: "Go quickly and inform the nearest patrolling celestial general that this is suspected to be one of the sources of pollution from the Chaos Fragments. Request reinforcements from the 'Exorcising Evil Camp'! Also... inform the City God Temple to post a notice: If you find a strange stone from a crevice, do not approach it. Report it to the shrine immediately!"

The underworld messenger accepted the order, and his figure instantly transformed into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing into the ground.

Almost the instant the underworld messengers disappeared, the soil at the edge of the fissure in the ground silently loosened, and a figure completely shrouded in a black cloak slipped out like a venomous snake.

The hand that emerged from under the cloak was pale and withered, with a small compass floating in its palm. In the center of the compass was a tiny, rice-grain-sized fragment that shimmered with purple light!
Using the compass as a guide, the figure slammed his palm into the crack that spewed forth death energy!

"Dark Star remnants, don't even think about succeeding!"

It was old yet roared like metal rubbing against stone.

The Earth God's beard and hair stood on end, and at this moment, his figure seemed to merge with the mountain beneath his feet.

The wooden staff in his hand suddenly emitted a strong, earthy yellow light and plunged hard into the ground.

"Hey! The laws of mountains and rivers, seal it!"

hum!
A massive force of earth veins was forcibly awakened, and the rocks around the crack suddenly came to life, squeezing inward like a giant maw.

The black-robed man's palm strike had arrived, and the black oil and purple light fragments collided violently within the crack, only to be completely blocked by the surging rocks.

Boom——!
The earth trembled violently, and a small portion of the cracks were forcibly closed in an instant. The violent energy impact was largely neutralized by the thick rock layers.

However, the man in black robes was clearly not weak, and the core of his power was extremely strange. The Earth God's face turned pale, blood spilled from his mouth, and the light on his wooden staff dimmed instantly.

The man in black robes was also thrown off balance by the force of the earth's recoil. A corner of his cloak was blown open, revealing a face covered with strange black patterns. He glared venomously at the Earth God, seemingly wary of the power that had been disturbed. With a flicker, he once again disappeared like a ghost into the shadows of the nearby trees, leaving only a trace of cold killing intent and a distorted spatial fluctuation in the air.

The remaining fissures in the ground had not completely closed, and were still slowly seeping out that chilling black oil. At the tip of the Earth God's staff, a deep purple crystal the size of a fingernail, with sharp edges, was condensed from a bit of residual energy he had forcibly retained. It trembled violently, radiating the same aura of madness.

He stared at the struggling little thing, his eyes filled with worry.

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In the Northern Continent, the refugee camps have been transformed into endless graveyards of rubble.

The dark gray smoke formed by the turbid evil energy shrouded the sky, making it hard for people to breathe.

The giant spirit god led a small squad of a hundred celestial soldiers, draped in makeshift "anti-miasma elixir" protective shields, as they searched with great difficulty amidst the ashes and ruins.

Although the luminous membrane of the spiritual liquid can resist the infiltration of poisonous miasma, it is like a fragile soap bubble, shimmering with a dangerous glimmer under the omnipresent corrosive influence.

"Captain! Over here!"

A heavenly soldier pointed ahead and cried out in alarm.

Looking over, everyone saw a dozen or so refugees huddled under a half-collapsed earthen wall.

Their eyes were cloudy, and strange bluish-black lines could be vaguely seen moving beneath their skin. They let out low growls like wild beasts from their throats.

Deeper inside, a blinding purple light emanated from the chest of an unconscious boy—it was yet another fragment of the Chaos Pearl!

The energy emanating from the fragments, like invisible radiation, is constantly exacerbating the alienation of these refugees. Two of them have already begun to twist and deform their hands and feet, growing inhuman keratin.

"Hold the formation!" The Giant Spirit God's thunderous roar quelled the commotion. "Where are the Immortal Officials of the Medicine Hall? Save them! Everyone else, follow me and suppress the Broken Jade!"

Several celestial officials dressed in plain white robes quickly stepped forward, holding in their palms a few fragrant pills—among them were "Soul-Soothing Pills" mixed with a small amount of diluted, improved spiritual liquid.

White light spilled from their hands, gently covering the struggling and screaming refugees, attempting to suppress the raging chaotic energy within them.

The Giant Spirit roared and swept his Xuanhua Giant Axe with the sound of wind and thunder, temporarily forcing back the corpses of several mutated beasts that were about to pounce.

His gaze locked onto the purple light on the boy's chest, and he strode forward.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"boom--!"

The earth shook violently without warning!
It was as if a sleeping behemoth was turning over underground.

A huge mound suddenly rose up on the ground not far away, and then exploded with a loud bang!

An indescribable monster burst forth from the earth. The monster seemed to be forcibly pieced together from countless twisted animal corpses, rocks, and even twisted trees, like a huge and insane blasphemous creation.

In its chest cavity, a crescent-shaped fragment of a chaotic pearl throbbed wildly like a heart, and purple veins spread all over its body like blood vessels!
As soon as this colossal creature appeared, it roared to the sky, a cry that was a mixture of the shrieks of hundreds of vengeful spirits.

The sound was like a demonic chant that penetrated the brain, and the thin membrane of spiritual liquid on the bodies of the heavenly soldiers beside the giant spirit god shattered instantly!
Amidst screams, their skin was instantly corroded and ulcerated by the escaping poisonous miasma!

Even more terrifying, the fragment on the boy's chest in the distance seemed to be powerfully summoned by the crescent moon fragment, breaking free from the restraints of his clothes, and with a "whoosh," it transformed into a piercing purple light, shooting straight into the monster's chest!

"Oh no! Fragment resonance fusion!"

The giant spirit's eyes widened in horror as he sensed an even more terrifying pressure forming than the fragments of the Black Mist Swamp!

At this moment……

"Dushuai Palace! Sand table reconstruction complete! Three Realms Spirit Map covered—anomaly aggregation point detected! High-energy reactions simultaneously appearing in the East, West, and North! Especially in Beiju Luzhou!"

Nezha's voice, carrying the subtle hum of the magnificent energy field unique to the operation of the sand table, and an unprecedented urgency, resounded in the mind of the Giant Spirit God of Beiju Luzhou, in the ears of Sun Wukong, and even in the distant consciousness of Yang Jian, who had just finished recovering a fragment of a small mountain on the edge!
Inside the Tushita Palace, the enormous sand table has been completely restored and undergone a crucial upgrade. Its surface is no longer a simple dynamic terrain simulation, but a massive star map projection covering the entire Three Realms void—the "Three Realms Spirit Map" of Venus is perfectly integrated into it.

At this moment, three locations on the spirit map were erupting with dazzling, blood-drop-like deep red marks:
The northern part, representing Beiju Luzhou, is the largest, constantly churning like a living malignant tumor.
The red dot representing the direction of the Black Mist Swamp in the west is rapidly dimming due to the containment of the core fragment, but countless tiny points of light still linger around its edges;

In the Qinling Mountains region of the East, the red dot representing the place where the Earth God was discovered, though secondary, is like a poisonous thorn penetrating deep into the earth's veins, constantly spewing out strange black, fluid-like energy radiation. Even more terrifying, a barely perceptible purple light is rapidly moving along this fluid veins into the depths of the mountains!
Right at the edge of the core area of ​​Kunlun Ruins covered by the Spirit Map, next to Yang Jian's light spot, a cold and silent black dot, shaped like an ancient symbol, was just identified from the background "noise" by the powerful detection capabilities of the sand table, and lay dormant.

What's even more unsettling is that the image of that faint fragment of purple light from the boy instantly flying into the center of the huge red dot in Beiju Luzhou was clearly captured and presented by the sand table!

"Hiss... The fragments have come together!"

Nezha stared at the red dot in the north, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as the energy structure of the enormous monster in the sand table was being frantically analyzed.

"Yang Jian of the Exorcism Camp! The Censorate's surveillance is fully activated! The Dark Star pattern has been located! The Black Mist Swamp mission is complete! Yang Jian! A high-level Dark Star is lurking in the Qinling Mountains, and the pattern's trajectory points to your vicinity! Coordinates have been transmitted! Capture the key pattern and send it back! Giant Spirit God! Suppress the mutated aggregate! Medicine Hall! Protect mortals with all your might! Prioritize the supply of spiritual liquid! Sun Wukong, the Heavenly River Altar rune analysis is complete, and the target is being matched to the depths of Kunlun Ruins! The real storm... fears lies in Kunlun!"

The star map on the sand table suddenly zoomed in, locking onto the edge of the Kunlun Mountain region where Yang Jian was located.

There, a miniature landscape shaped like an inverted ancient cauldron with an endless abyss inside is magnified and marked, which is the entrance to the legendary "Nine Nether Abyss"!
The cold, silent rune markers, like ancient, lifeless objects, are now quietly suspended near the entrance to the abyss!
The Three Realms Search network suddenly tightened.

The roar of the northern beast, carrying with it a sky full of death and the shrieks of vengeful spirits, tore through the miasma, announcing the arrival of disaster;
The fragments and eerie skeletons sealed deep in the western swamp still evoke unease;

The land of the Qinling Mountains in the east is desperately protecting a crucial clue, while the movement of the rune deep in the mountains points to an even deeper secret.

In the ancient and desolate Kunlun Ruins, Yang Jian silently gazed at the "Nine Nether Abyss" marker projected on his wrist by the magic artifact, his brows furrowed with solemnity.

The ancient winds and snow of the Kunlun Mountains howl.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze from the projection of the magical artifact. The rune marker representing the entrance to the "Nine Nether Abyss" condensed into a cold, inverted vortex in his eyes.

In the wind and snow, tiny purple rays distorted the air, like the breath of a giant beast in the shadows.

He remained silent, the cold blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword trembling silently in the cold light—

That abyss, I must eventually step into.

(End of this chapter)