Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 571

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the fierce wind is as sharp as a knife.

Sun Wukong was standing before that colossal pillar supporting the sky—the Kunlun Divine Pillar, which was formed from the Golden Cudgel.

The pillar remains magnificent, bearing the totem of the sparks of will of the ancient ancestors, yet it is also entangled with an inescapable dark purple light, a mark of the constant erosion by the power of chaos.

The seventh day arrived, and he suppressed the intense dizziness caused by blood loss and depletion of his primordial spirit. His clothes tore open without wind, revealing his strong but weary chest.

A drop of his heart's essence, condensed to the extreme and shimmering with golden-red light, was forced out, containing his most primal power at this moment.

Just as this drop of blood was about to be cast into the divine pillar, completing yet another painful infusion—an alarm from the Tushita Palace pierced his consciousness like the sharpest ice needle!

"Nezha?!"

Sun Wukong's pupils suddenly contracted!
He could clearly sense that just now, the erosion speed of the divine stake had indeed stabilized for a moment in a strange way, but what this brief stability brought was the aura coming from the Tushita Palace—that aura that was originally familiar and lively, but was now rapidly weakening, becoming chaotic, and on the verge of disappearing at a terrifying speed!

That's Nezha, performing some extremely dangerous sacrifice?!
"That old bastard says Nezha is in danger?!"

Sun Wukong's heart sank to the bottom.

All his thoughts vanished, and he abruptly interrupted the ritual of watering the divine stump without hesitation. The drop of golden-red essence blood suspended in mid-air trembled violently. Without even glancing at the divine stump behind him, which suddenly shone brightly and made a rumbling sound of being unable to bear the weight due to the sudden loss of its support, he turned around and was about to tear through space and escape!

but--

“Rumble——!!!”

The divine pillar, its irrigation interrupted, was like a primordial beast awakened, its eerie light suddenly surging more than tenfold! From the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, a continuous, terrifying sound, like thousands of bones being crushed, echoed! Huge cracks, shimmering with destructive chaotic energy, spread wildly in all directions from the divine pillar, causing mountains to crumble and the earth's veins to groan, as if the ancestral vein supporting the foundation of the Three Realms had instantly reached the brink of complete collapse!

Immediately afterwards, the Heavenly River, the river of life that maintains the balance of spiritual energy in the three realms, was also affected by this sudden and violent change in the earth's veins.

The vast and incomparable waters of the Milky Way roared deafeningly, its flow trajectory undergoing a terrifying deflection and reversal. The billions of tons of holy water of the Milky Way lost their inherent restraint, like a runaway torrent, part of which broke through the banks and poured down to earth, while the other part flowed backward and surged into the sky!
The earth is cracking, the Milky Way is hanging upside down, and the entire Three Realms are on the verge of annihilation because the divine pillar that sustains the foundation has gone out of control!

Inside the Tushita Palace, his brother's life force flickered rapidly like a candle in the wind within that enclosed array space, even being covered and imprisoned by cold, merciless crystals!
Sun Wukong's figure was frozen in the instant that space was torn apart.

Ahead lies the source of his dear friend's dying plea for help—the Tushita Palace; behind him is the Kunlun Divine Pillar, violently shaking, riddled with cracks, causing the Milky Way to reverse, and threatening to completely tear apart the foundation of the Three Realms at any moment.

His golden eyes reflected the deathly stillness and danger in the direction of the Tushita Palace ahead, and the apocalyptic scene behind him, with the Kunlun Mountains collapsing and the Milky Way hanging upside down. An unprecedented, soul-tearing pressure pressed heavily on his shoulders, making even his ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma body feel incredibly heavy.

Stop? Or keep going?
Save Nezha? Or salvage the crumbling foundations of the Three Realms?
The divine pillar formed from the golden cudgel roared, and the walls of the Tushita Palace trembled.

A drop of heartfelt blood hangs suspended between destruction and despair, burning hot and ready to ignite, yet with nowhere to land.

The next moment...

"Humph!"

Sun Wukong let out a cold snort, his eyes blazing with golden flames, and he fiercely split his primordial blood essence in two:
A drop of golden light pierced the heavens, the totems of all races revived, and it pierced through the Tushita Formation and entered Nezha's brow.

Half a drop merged with the will of creation, transforming into the Five Finger Mountain Seal, which struck the cracked divine pillar.

Taking advantage of the situation, Laozi activated the true fire of his alchemy furnace and injected it into the newly formed vortex of fire within Nezha's body.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye pierced through the void: "Of the same origin but different flow, yin and yang complement each other—Great Sage, use this power to stabilize the earth's veins!"

Sun Wukong transformed into a chaotic conductor, pouring the refined primordial essence into the Kunlun Abyss.
A drop of scalding blood hung suspended in the fierce winds atop Kunlun Mountain, solidified like gold and stone, reflecting the increasingly ferocious purplish-black demonic patterns on the divine pillar.

Sun Wukong's vision was torn apart. On one end was the deathly chill coming from the direction of the Tushita Palace, and on the other end was the earth-shattering and sky-tilting caused by the huge tremor of the divine pillar behind him. The mountain-like pressure crushed his spine, almost pinning him to the spot.

"Bah!"

A sharp shout ripped through the sky. The molten gold flames in Sun Wukong's eyes exploded with a deafening roar, without the slightest hesitation.

That drop of heart's essence, containing immense power, trembled violently, instantly being forcibly separated by a will as powerful as the creation of the world—

A single drop, small yet radiant as the dawn of a new life, the phantom of all races roaring and worshipping in the golden light!
It transformed into a resolute golden thread, instantly disappearing into the shattered void passage above its head, shooting straight towards the Tushita Palace outside the Nine Heavens!
The other drop, carrying the true meaning of "destruction"—an indomitable fighting spirit and the destruction of stars—changed in an instant in Sun Wukong's palm!
The surrounding air instantly froze, and the space groaned under the strain. His arm muscles bulged, veins bulging, as he fiercely compressed and condensed that immense power capable of shaking the primordial world. With his five fingers spread wide, he actually sketched out the shadow of a thousand peaks and five sacred mountains in the void, containing the original mysteries of "suppression" and "sealing"!

The moment the hand seal was formed, the entire Kunlun Mountain suddenly sank downwards.

"boom--!"

The Five Finger Mountain Seal, carrying earth-shattering power, slammed solidly into the largest crack in the purplish-black demonic pattern on the foundation of the Kunlun Divine Pillar.

A deafening roar erupted, and the violent trembling of the divine pillar, which was trying to break free of its restraints, was abruptly suppressed by this overwhelming and unstoppable force.

However, deeper underground, the forcibly suppressed energy unleashed a ferocious, beast-like backlash and roar.

Inside the Tushita Palace.

The light of the Nine-Turn Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace dimmed like a candle in the wind, and the layers upon layers of protective array barriers trembled violently, with fine cracks spreading across the glass-like light screen.

The swirling purple mist that had been nurturing Nezha's divine body within the furnace now seemed to have become an ice coffin imprisoning him. Half of his body had already transformed into that cold, merciless dark purple crystal, the spreading crystallization emanating a deathly stillness that devoured life.

Grotesque black lines crawled across the other half of his still-uncrystallized face, distorting his handsome features into something resembling a vengeful ghost. Meaningless, painful roars emanated from his throat, and a raging, chaotic resentment threatened to completely devour his last vestiges of clarity. Laozi, his hair and beard disheveled, his Taoist robe tattered, was nearing the end of his life.

Just when he was in despair—

"Buzz!"

An undeniable golden light, like a spear breaking the dawn, carrying the most ancient and boundless prayers, battle cries, and the will to pass on the torch, ignored the top-level defensive array of the Tushita Palace. Like a phantom, it pierced through the thick alchemy furnace barrier and precisely entered Nezha's fiercely struggling brow!

"what--!"

Nezha's body suddenly straightened like a bow, and he let out a miserable howl that was not human. The power of the totems of all races erupted violently in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, like a spark thrown into boiling oil!
The golden light was as intense as the sun, and wherever it passed, the howling, resentful souls that gnawed at the primordial spirit were reduced to ashes like snow meeting lava!

The surging, chaotic resentment was like boiling water with stones thrown in, frantically contracting, condensing, and colliding inward!
A visible, deep, and chaotic miniature vortex was forcibly suppressed and compressed at the core of the golden light entering Nezha's chest!

It spun wildly, tearing apart all the chaotic power within Nezha's body. Even the purplish-black crystalline areas clinging to the lotus root immortal bones were twisting and peeling off!
"This is... a glimmer of hope!"

Laozi's cloudy eyes suddenly burst forth with their final light.

He had almost exhausted his remaining lifespan, and with a fierce point of his whisk towards the center of the Eight Trigrams Furnace! The nine illusory images of star origins, nurtured for hundreds of millions of years, inside the furnace suddenly shone brightly!
"唳! 唳! 唳——!"

Nine phoenix cries piercing the heavens rang out simultaneously! Nine streams of Doushuai Purple Gold True Fire, containing supreme refinement, tempering, and pure Yang creation, were like nine soaring purple dragons, carrying the supreme mysteries of Laozi's lifelong alchemy cultivation. They abandoned their protection of Nezha's body and resolutely poured into the depths of the newly formed chaotic vortex in his chest.

“Sizzle——!!!”

A strange sound, like the beginning of the universe and the collision of primordial chaos, burst forth from Nezha's chest. It was not an explosion, but the ultimate annihilation and rebirth.

The raging, chaotic resentment, under the combined forging of these two supreme forces from within and without, was as if it had been thrown into the most profound furnace of creation in the world.

The resentment was burned and purified, the deathly silence was given rhythm, and the chaos was forcibly restrained... Deep within that dark purple vortex, a warm, ancient, and pure, strange radiance, like the origin of the cosmic placenta, began to emerge and flow!
This primordial power, initially refined, chaotic in form yet pure in essence, followed the painful path opened by Nezha's secret technique of "transforming himself into a channel," which was connected to the Kunlun Divine Pillar in the dark. As if finding the water vein to return to the mother river, it surged and rushed back in a turbulent manner.

Wherever the power passed, the crystallized area on Nezha's body instantly disintegrated into ashes, and the purplish-black cracks on the lotus root golden body quickly faded and shrank, leaving only faint silver marks like spider webs.

The summit of Kunlun.

Sun Wukong pressed down with his palm, like a giant palm of a solitary mountain stabilizing the sea, temporarily suppressing the most violent instantaneous impact of the divine pillar with his unparalleled divine power.

The price was a splitting of his hand, with golden divine blood dripping from between his fingers onto the hideous purplish-black demonic patterns, emitting a hissing burning sound.

At this moment, the divine pillar was still trembling violently. Once the chaotic energy accumulated inside was fully unleashed, it would be enough to sink the Three Realms, and the waters of the Heavenly River would be unrestrained, hanging upside down and raging in the Nine Heavens, impacting the foundation of the Heavenly Palace, and tearing apart the mortal world like a world-destroying flood.

At this moment of despair—

"Great Sage!"

Yang Jian's sharp shout was like the cry of an eagle breaking through the thick fog.

He had just emerged from the violent aftershocks of the Nine Nether Abyss, his body covered in blood, a terrifying, deep tear in his right shoulder gushing blood mixed with golden light and eerie purple hues.

Despite his injuries, the vertical line between his brows glared angrily!

The vertical eye no longer shone with the clear, bright golden light that usually pierced through the darkness, but instead surged with a deep and ever-changing purplish-gold vortex, as if it had captured a projection of a segment of the void and chaos!

Within Yang Jian's terrifying vision, which allowed him to see through all things, two intertwined torrents crashed down from the Nine Heavens' Tushita Palace. One was blazing and pure, a new torrent forged from the fires of all races and the true fire of Tushita; the other was violent and malevolent, the source of destruction accumulated within the divine pillar for millennia, threatening to tear everything apart. The two, one yin and one yang, one withered and one flourishing, one a newly refined spring, the other a decaying abyss, presented an unprecedented state of complementary origin, mutual rooting and mutual generation, a chaotic entanglement!
"From the same source but different paths, yin and yang complement each other!"

Yang Jian's voice was hoarse and distorted from overexertion, and every word sounded like it was being roared out from a burning throat.

"Use its source to fill its ravine, use its power to stabilize yourself—draw this power deep into the earth's veins, and fix this ancestral root of Kunlun! Quickly!"

He pointed to the massive rift in the earth's veins at the base of the sacred pillar, which was expanding wildly due to the rampant energy and was devouring the mountain.

"Come!!!"

The roar that burst from Sun Wukong's throat was no longer that of a human, but more like the howl of a trapped beast on the verge of death!

The muscles on his arms bulged wildly like countless dragons, and he forcefully plunged the giant palm of the Five Finger Mountain Technique that had just suppressed the divine stake into the deepest chasm that tore the earth apart beneath his feet!
"Boom!"

The connection point between the entire divine pillar and the Kunlun ancestral vein—that bottomless abyss of earth veins—was forcibly pried open. The mouth of the abyss was like a giant maw that swallowed the sky. The surging chaotic torrents within it boiled and surged with an aura of destruction, tearing at Sun Wukong's protective divine light. In an instant, his arms were a bloody mess, and his brilliant golden divine blood sprayed into the abyss, where it was instantly evaporated!

"Freeze me in place!!!"

He used himself as a furnace and a bridge!
The surging, primordial power of chaos, refined within Nezha's body, instantly mingled with his core essence blood poured into the abyss. The light of the myriad races' fire totems roared amidst the surging energy, and the pure aura refined by the True Fire of the Tushita Heaven permeated the air. Like the colossal god Pangu manipulating chaos, Sun Wukong compressed and condensed this immense power, enough to overturn the world, into a black-gold spear carrying the ambition to establish the order of the universe—with a will as vast as the creation of heaven and earth, it fiercely pierced into the boiling, endless chaotic core!
"Buzz—Zheng!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a tremendous resonance that resonated throughout the three realms and echoed deep within the souls of all the gods and Buddhas!

The Kunlun Divine Pillar trembled violently! The purplish-black demonic patterns that spread wildly like venomous snakes were instantly activated, as if injected with a hot, pure source of life.

The destructive deep purple and chaotic pitch black rapidly merged and transformed in the surging, forcibly reshaping and tempering themselves by the mixed fire seeds of all races and the will of creation!
In the blink of an eye, all the hideous erosion patterns faded away—in their place were complex and mysterious energy circuits flowing with a molten dark gold luster!
They were redrawn and extended on the massive pillar, as if a network of veins full of primordial beauty had been replaced on this sky-supporting spine. Every time the dark gold patterns shone, they released a vast wave that suppressed the eight wastelands and calmed the earth's fire, echoing the chaotic primordial power that was forcibly injected into the depths of the earth, forming a strange symbiotic flow.

(End of this chapter)