Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 574

Deep within the Tushita Palace, the cracks in the glazed tile roof have been quietly mended by the transformative power contained within the rich purple-gold true fire.

The Nine-Turn Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace regained its brilliance, and the purple aura inside the furnace, like a swimming dragon, coiled around the figure lying quietly in the center of the lotus platform.

Nezha slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was not the blinding, chaotic, evil light, but rather the ancient Daoist runes flowing on the inner wall of the furnace.

The excruciating pain persisted throughout my body, as if I had been gnawed by millions of sharp teeth, especially at the "chaotic fire seed" sealed by the nectar in my chest, where a strange interplay of heat and coolness lingered.

He tried to circulate his divine sense, but was blocked by a gentle yet resilient force—the lingering blessings of Guanyin Bodhisattva, preventing the remaining violent resentment from retaliating.

But this time, his eyes no longer held the madness of near death, only an unusually clear weariness that had settled after experiencing great terror, and... a renewed understanding of power.

"How does it feel?"

Laozi's voice was as calm as ever, but the weariness in his eyes was hard to hide.

He sat cross-legged in front of the furnace, gently waving his whisk. The furnace fire became gentle, channeling strands of pure purple energy from the Tushita Heaven into Nezha's body, carefully avoiding the seal.

"I won't die..." Nezha's voice echoed with the ethereal quality unique to his lotus root body, hoarse yet clear, "Laojun... fragments... containment..."

A glint flashed in Laozi's eyes: "You have already sensed it? The Buddha clearly said that the fragments are formed from karma, and destroying them is inauspicious. The most urgent task is to first separate and gather them from the world."

Nezha's gaze pierced through the misty purple aura and landed on the few pieces of sand tray remains in the center of the furnace.

On that day when he was on the verge of death, the remaining traces of laws when the sand table collapsed, the fragments of memory analyzing the chaotic passage, and even the painful experience of forcibly guiding the chaotic resentment to resonate with the divine stake, all churned deep within his soul like branding marks.

He raised his slightly stiff arm, with faint, silvery cracks still visible between his fingers.

"Ordinary magical jade boxes...can't hold them for long..."

He stared at his fingers, which were covered with fine silver veins. Those marks that had once caused crystallization now resembled some strange circuit that shared the same origin as the fragments of chaos.

“They…they sense each other, they resonate, they seek gaps…I need…” His eyes grew brighter, “a ‘nest’ that can temporarily ‘deceive’ them, making them feel they are still in the mother nest, when in reality they are completely isolated…a container that can bear the karmic burdens of all spirits without collapsing or being defiled…a…”

Looking at Nezha's earnest contemplation, Laozi suddenly stroked his beard and smiled: "Foolish child, the Great Dao is before us. Even chaos and disorder can return to their origin. Have you forgotten what the foundation of our Tushita Palace is?"

With a flick of his whisk, the lid of the Nine-Turn Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace silently opened a crack, revealing the churning, boundless purple gold true fire within!
"This furnace has undergone countless cycles of refinement, tempering the core of ancient stars and nurturing the essence of all the gods and deities. The Nine Revolutions refer to repeated tempering, removing impurities and retaining the pure, returning to the origin. Since the Buddha pointed out that the fragments are the karmic burdens, like stubborn stones and impurities in a refining furnace, why not use the wondrous Nine Revolutions of this furnace to forge a 'Purifying Lotus Platform' that attracts karma and absorbs impurities, yet can gradually neutralize its evil and retain its soul in the furnace fire?"

Nezha's eyes suddenly widened: "The Pure Lotus Platform?!"

"Not bad." Lao Jun traced profound talismanic paths in the void with his fingertips. "Based on the fragments of your sand table, incorporating the life-giving power of creation contained within your lotus root incarnation and the trace of chaotic origin imprint refined by sweet dew as a guide, then taking the Kunlun ten-thousand-year-old cold jade as the bone, the Milky Way star sand as the vein, and finally refining it with my Tushita Nine-Turn Purple Fire, perhaps... it can become a 'Purifying Lotus Platform' that can temporarily bear the karma of the chaotic fragments, isolate internal and external sensations, and protect its soul fire from being lost. It is not an eternal cage, but a ferry before transformation."

This idea is incredibly audacious!
Treating karmic fragments as materials that can be purified, they are used to refine ritual implements for salvation using the Taoist treasure, the Eight Trigrams Furnace!
"Can it be done?"

Nezha's voice carried a hint of challenging excitement, and the seal on his chest seemed to be slightly warming because of this idea.

"How can we know if we don't try?" The eyes of Laozi gleamed with the unwavering determination unique to the founders of Taoism, a determination to forge the very fabric of heaven and earth. "Your injuries are not yet healed and your spirit is weak. So, on this lotus platform, calmly guide that trace of the tempered chaotic imprint within you to connect with the fragmented laws. The melting and forging of the remaining materials will be handled by this old Taoist himself!"

Inside the Tushita Palace, purple energy rose, and the furnace fire burned fiercely once more. This time, it was not for repairs, but to refine a lotus flower capable of saving the world amidst the flames of calamity.

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the other side.

When Yang Jian gathered the Thunder Gods, wielding the "Spirit-Binding Treasure Box" specially made by the Ministry of Implements and engraved with reinforcing and isolating runes, he quietly spread it like a net throughout the Three Realms through hidden passages carved by the Mountain Gods and Earth Gods; when the fires of the Tushita Heaven blazed fiercely, and the cold jade stardust began to melt and blend in the purple-gold flames, gradually revealing the rudimentary form of the lotus platform—

Beiju Luzhou, that once scorched earth where countless refugees gathered, has become a complete den of demons with its enormous rift abyss.

The flesh-and-blood furnace was still writhing and boiling, only its size had shrunk several notches from before. Like an evil heart embedded in a wound in the earth, it continuously contracted and throbbed, greedily devouring the scattered chaotic energy from all directions, even that seeped in through the clear streams of the Milky Way.

At the heart of the furnace, the massive crescent-shaped amethyst fragment, deeply embedded within, shone with a dim light, like a sleeping eye.

At the core of the amethyst, the imprisoned boy is undergoing a strange transformation.

The dark gold and purplish patterns beneath his skin no longer clashed violently, but instead solidified as if frozen, forming a cold, inhuman metallic texture that covered his body.

His eyes were tightly closed, his breath was so faint as to be almost nonexistent, and the rise and fall of his chest was extremely faint.

He seemed to have become the central energy node in the operation of this furnace of flesh and blood, a living sacrifice completely transformed by chaos.

Sun Wukong then went to Beiju Luzhou.

A golden light that tore through the void crashed down at the edge of the Demon Cave!
There was no gale, no oppressive force, but as soon as that pure and supremely golden Buddhist light appeared, the flesh-and-blood furnace convulsed violently, like an anthill doused with boiling oil, and nauseating bubbles rose to the surface!

As the golden light faded, Sun Wukong's figure stood upright.

He was shirtless, entwined with rune chains formed from Buddhist light. The remaining amethyst crack on his left arm even shimmered with a warm glow under the golden light, no longer appearing sinister.

His gaze was calm as an abyss, his sharp eyes piercing through layers of flesh and blood, locking firmly onto the boy inside the amethyst fragment.

"It's something we have to face eventually," he murmured to himself, his voice carrying a Zen-like quality.

Sensing an unprecedented threat, the flesh-and-blood furnace let out a silent shriek. The mountains on both sides of the abyss collapsed with a deafening roar, and countless skeletons contaminated by chaos and the remains of mutated monsters rushed madly toward the furnace in the center, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Filthy flesh, hard bone spurs, twisted branches... poured into the furnace like a torrent!

The furnace expanded rapidly, instantly transforming back into the enormous, terrifying, stitched-together behemoth it had been before.

It roared, its six limbs, composed of bone spears and rotting flesh, plunging deep into the earth, drawing upon the immense resentment accumulated in the abyss. In its chest cavity, a fragment of amethyst erupted with an eerie, intense light, activating the patterns on the core youth's chest, which slowly glowed with a dark golden luster, like a pivotal activation point.

The purple crystal at the core of the behemoth's chest cavity suddenly spewed out a beam of destructive light mixed with viscous blood and deathly soul fire.

This pillar of light, imbued with the karmic resentment and hatred of the entire scorched northern continent, was powerful enough to easily pierce through the protective golden light of immortals and gods!

Sun Wukong neither dodged nor flinched, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.

He slowly clasped his hands together and chanted the six-syllable mantra that resonated throughout the universe: "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a weight and grandeur that seemed to pierce through the heavens!

As the mantra fell, the void behind him trembled violently! A towering Buddha Vajra form, radiating boundless golden light, suddenly materialized!
This Dharma form is exactly the same as Sun Wukong's original form, yet it is full of the solemn and dignified Buddhist majesty.

It is not a physical enlargement, but rather a pure condensation of the vast Buddhist power and Sun Wukong's grand vow to save the world.

With a fierce expression, the Vajra clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and a fearless will of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" transformed into an indestructible barrier of "selfless meditation"!
boom--! ! !
The filthy beam of destructive light slammed into the Vajra Dharma Image's clasped hands.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a piercing sound of corrosion and melting, like ink splashing against solid ice! The blinding purple light and the dazzling golden light collided fiercely and remained locked in a stalemate!
A massive shockwave swept across the heavens and earth, cleansing away all the filth in the surrounding area.

But the Vajra form is as stable as a mountain, and its clasped hands are like the most solid rock in the world, firmly resisting all the filth, resentment, and destructive impacts.

The light from the amethyst fragments began to flicker intensely, and the core youth's body trembled accordingly. The solidified dark gold patterns on his body surface were agitated by the Buddhist power, and tiny cracks appeared.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged, surrounded by Buddhist light, as if he had merged with the Vajra Dharma Form.

He closed his eyes and chanted incantations, each syllable transforming into a tangible golden rune that, disregarding spatial distance, pierced through the defenses of the flesh-and-blood behemoth like a gentle rain of Buddha's light, precisely imprinting itself on the brow of the amethyst-core youth and onto the cold, dark gold patterns covering his entire body.

"Foolish child, lost in the sea of ​​suffering, may you soon reach the other shore..."

"The karmic debts from past lives must now be repaid..."

"Our true nature needs no external seeking..."

The sound of Buddha's voice, like a surging tide, carried boundless compassion and the power of purification and liberation. It transformed into a gentle stream, flowing into the boy's sea of ​​consciousness, which was imprisoned by chaos and almost frozen, gently washing away the karmic debts and resentments that entangled it.

The stiff, seemingly chaotic body of the boy, under the influence of countless Buddhist mantras and seals, seemed to exhibit a faint tremor of human emotion within the solidified dark gold patterns. A single, murky tear silently slid down from the corner of his tightly closed eye.

Deep within the furnace, a battle to combat the erosion of chaos and awaken lost souls quietly begins under the radiant light of Buddha.

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Deep within Kunlun Mountain.

The leader of the remnants of the Dark Star, "Void Ghost," sacrificed his life to awaken the Furnace.

The Kunlun Divine Stake, formed from the Golden Cudgel, trembled violently, and countless fragments resonated and coalesced into an evil god giant.

Sun Wukong activated his Buddhist golden body to directly confront the giant claw, his indestructible body striking with a metallic clang.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye tore through the chaotic mist, and his three-pointed, double-edged sword pierced straight into the giant's energy core;

Nezha unleashed the Pure Lotus Platform, and the blue lotus bloomed like a galaxy vortex, devouring the source of evil.

The Buddha's image descended from the heavens, and a Buddhist chant pierced through the soul: "You are originally a great enlightened celestial official, why do you cling to delusion and anger?"

The illusory spirit platform suddenly became clear and bright, and the body transformed into a golden Arhat, all the resentment of a thousand years turned into the pure dew of Bodhi.

Deep within the Kunlun Mountains, above the abyss of earth veins nailed shut by the divine stake formed from the Golden Cudgel, the remaining chaotic energy has never truly subsided.

At this moment, a chilling aura, far colder and thicker than before, seemingly containing millions of years of accumulated resentment, was quietly eroding the dark golden sealing runes at the base of the divine pillar.

At the top of the sacred pillar, Sun Wukong stood leaning on his staff, the remaining amethyst crack on his left arm gleaming ominously in the dim light.

He suddenly looked up, his fiery eyes piercing through the swirling miasma, staring intently at the deepest, most secluded mountain hollow at the base of the divine pillar—Yang Jian, with his all-seeing eye open, locked onto the same spot almost simultaneously, his three-pointed double-edged sword emitting a piercing buzz; Nezha, who had just broken through the air from the Tushita Palace, held the nascent, jade-like Pure World Lotus Platform in his hands, a resolute heaviness flashing in his eyes.

"boom--!"

The deathly silent mountain valley suddenly exploded! It wasn't the shattering of rocks, but a mournful cry as space itself was forcibly torn apart!
An indescribably enormous vortex appeared out of nowhere. At its deep, dark core, countless tiny, purplish fragments, like iron filings drawn to a deadly force, shot wildly from all directions—from the void, from the crevices of the Kunlun Mountains, and even from the depths of the earth veins temporarily suppressed by Buddhist power!

The fragments howled and screamed, each carrying scattered chaotic origins, unresolved resentments, and karmic obstacles.

They collided, fused, and multiplied rapidly in the center of the vortex, producing a tooth-grinding "crackling" sound like bone growth.

In the blink of an eye, a towering, thousand-foot-tall evil god giant, forcibly glued together from fragments, had taken shape.

It had no clear features, its entire body covered in jagged, purplish-black crystal armor, with countless twisted star patterns flickering and flowing on the armor plates, emitting a mad whisper that stirred the inner demons.

In its chest cavity, a huge, crescent-shaped, dark fragment was embedded, throbbing like a heart, greedily absorbing the chaotic evil energy erupting from the depths of the Kunlun Ruins' earth veins.

The giant raised its head and let out a non-human roar. The tangible sound waves carried the wails of countless souls and shook the entire Kunlun Ruins, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere!

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a fierce light, without the slightest hesitation.

He suddenly formed the Fearless Lion Mudra of Buddhism with his hands in front of his chest, imbued with an ancient fighting spirit, and chanted a deep Buddhist mantra like a resounding bell:

"Namo Samanta, Vajra, Nam, Han!"

(End of this chapter)