Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 575

Before the roar subsided, a golden light, sixteen feet long, shot into the sky from behind, and a fierce Vajra image rose from the ground, its muscles bulging like a golden mountain, holding a huge dagger formed from Buddhist light, with a golden swastika wheel spinning around its body, radiating the vast Buddhist power to dispel evil and reveal righteousness.

Sensing the threat, the giant's massive claw, composed of countless fragments and as large as a mountain, tore through the air, carrying a destructive chaotic storm, and slammed down directly towards the towering divine pillar and Sun Wukong standing before it!

"Give it to me!"

Sun Wukong roared wildly, and the Vajra Dharma Image behind him roared in unison. The huge golden monk's knife transformed into a golden rainbow that split the heavens and the earth. It was not a hard strike, but rather carried the true meaning of Buddhism to subdue heretics and suppress the eight extremes. It fiercely met the purple-black giant claw that covered the sky and the sun!
"clang--!!!!!"

A deafening, metallic clang tore through the sky. Golden light and purplish-black evil energy exploded violently like water poured into a frying pan. The shockwaves transformed into tangible shock rings, instantly leveling the remaining millennia-old frozen rocks and broken magic arrays within a radius of dozens of miles.

The Vajra Dharma Image's eyes were wide open in anger, and golden light flowed endlessly on its arms, forcefully withstanding this earth-shattering claw attack.

The evil god's giant claw slammed into the Buddha's light ring knife, producing a piercing scraping sound and a cracking sound as the structure collapsed.

What shattered was not the Buddha's light, but a few weaker fragments on the claw. However, the surging chaotic power contained in the giant claw caused the Vajra Dharma Image to pause slightly, and the golden body's light dimmed a little.

Sun Wukong felt a surge of sinister, viscous force rebound through his golden body, and a sharp pain shot through the amethyst crack on his left arm, as if it had been injected with ice spikes.

Just as the giant claw and the Buddha's light were locked in a stalemate, and countless fragments were clashing and clashing, the core energy point was about to be detonated by the violent collision—

"open!!"

A sharp shout, like a thunderclap, rang out—it was Yang Jian!

The vertical eye between his brows was now wide open to its limit. The clear, insightful golden light within it had transformed into two rapidly spinning chaotic vortexes composed of countless complex star trail runes and wisps of tribulation lightning. These vortex eyes were locked onto the core of the evil god giant's chest cavity, that enormous, moon-like, dark fragment.

The chaotic energy flow surrounding the fragments, which resembled countless venomous snakes coiling around them, became incredibly clear under the analysis of the Heavenly Eye.

One after another, thick or thin, purplish-black "veins" connecting the fragments and the giant's body, like lifelines, were clearly outlined from the mist.

"Nezha!! The turning point is here!!!"

Yang Jian's roar was filled with a resolute determination, as if his throat was being torn apart.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand transformed into a silver-white meteor crackling with electric arcs. The blade was not aimed at the hard crystal armor, but at the most densely packed and vulnerable invisible node where the "veins" converged.

This strike contained the ultimate meaning of "breaking" that he had comprehended, and was infused with the full power of his Heavenly Eye to see the root of things. It ignored physical defenses and pierced the core fatal point of energy flow.

The blade flashed faster than lightning, piercing deep into the side of the massive fragment in the chest of the evil god giant—not striking the fragment itself, but rather hitting the "knot" where energy flowed and intertwined.

"Zila——!!"

Like a red-hot iron plunged into ice water, a piercing sound of energy annihilation rang out, accompanied by the giant's furious roar.

The giant's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the boiling purplish-black light around it suddenly scattered and dimmed. The rhythm of the huge fragment's pulsation was instantly disrupted, and countless connecting "veins" seemed to have been severed from their "roots," twitching violently. The chaotic power pouring out from the evil god's giant claw instantly became disordered and sluggish, and the pressure on the Vajra Dharma Form, which was wrestling with it, suddenly decreased, and its golden light surged.

“Well done!!!”

Nezha's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he was waiting for that moment when the core would be briefly "frozen".

He lifted his hands upwards with a sudden burst! The jade lotus platform flew out of his hands and bloomed abruptly in the center of the storm.

"Om-!"

The lotus has six petals!

The endless profound Dao essence spread out like the tide. The lotus heart was not a flower stamen, but a swirling chaotic vortex. However, this vortex was not dark and chaotic, but presented a profound, inclusive, and seemingly primordial state of "existence" where all things returned to nothingness yet contained vitality.

The Pure Lotus shimmered with light, and the lotus heart vortex suddenly unleashed a terrifying suction force on the core fragment.

This "suction" force is exceptionally unique. It does not forcibly seize the fragment's physical form, but rather precisely peels away the turbid karmic obstacles adhering to and tangling on the fragment's surface. Like a delicate erosion, it forcibly "tears" the most filthy, violent, and dark resentment and malevolent energy that drives the giant's actions directly from the fragment's origin and the giant's body.

"Huh... Ugh—!"

The will emanating from the fragment emitted a painful and terrified shriek. Countless streams of black energy, thicker than ink and more desperate than the abyss, like billions of disturbed venomous insects, broke free from the control of the evil god giant and the crescent fragment, and were swallowed up by the vortex at the center of the lotus platform amidst screams and shrieks.

The purplish-black light surrounding the giant quickly became much "cleaner." Although the energy was still immense, the delirious murmurs that stirred up inner demons were greatly reduced.

More importantly, its enormous body began to collapse and dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Without the karmic pollution as a binder, the fragmented structure that had been forcibly fused together began to fail and disintegrate. The fragments emitted a tooth-grinding friction and peeling sound, and even the huge crescent fragment on its chest itself began to fluctuate violently, revealing a trace of bewilderment and weakness in its radiance.

at this time--

"Amitabha……"

A peaceful and melodious Buddhist chant suddenly rang out above the Kunlun Ruins amidst the fierce battle.

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to resonate in everyone's heart, carrying boundless wisdom that soothed anxiety and dispelled confusion.

The chaotic battlefield suddenly froze for a moment, the flying debris stopped in mid-air, and the raging energy storm seemed to have been stunted.

Boundless pure Buddha light shone down from the heavens, not blazing or dazzling, but gentle and warm like the moonlight.

As light and shadow converged, a majestic and compassionate image of the Buddha appeared in the clouds.

The Buddha slightly raised his palm, his five fingers containing the boundless universe encompassing all heavens. His gaze, lowered, passed over the collapsed remains of the evil god, over the lotus platform still shedding its karmic burdens, and even over Sun Wukong's resilient Vajra form and Yang Jian's upright figure holding a sword. It pierced through the void as if it were a tangible object, and fell directly into the core of the huge crescent moon fragment.

There, through the layers of peeled-back, still-lingering black miasma of resentment, a faint, ethereal figure, composed purely of will, trembled violently—its appearance ancient and weathered, clad in tattered star-patterned robes, its eyes tightly shut, its face contorted with extreme hatred and resentment, its body wreathed in a torrent of resentment powerful enough to drag even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal into the abyss. This was none other than the last core will of the Dark Star, the remnant of the "Guide" residing within fragments of chaotic source power—"Void Nether."

“Void and Dark…”

The Buddha's voice was calm, yet it carried a profound power that could see through the cycle of reincarnation, flowing directly into the core consciousness of "Void and Darkness" that had been obscured for countless years, like a clear spring.

"You were once the Celestial Official in Charge of the Furnace in the Heavenly Crafts Hall, known as the 'God of Craftsmen,' wielding the fire of Kunlun. With your ingenuity and profound wisdom, you forged mountains and rivers to protect the Three Realms and the Nine Netherworlds. Your achievements were magnificent, and all the gods revered you. At that time, you used your heart as a furnace to forge the order of the universe. How bright and upright you were! Why did you abandon your original aspiration of 'protecting all living beings' and fall into the depths of this demonic 'destruction and coexistence'?"

Each word is like a grand morning bell, striking the sunken spiritual platform shrouded in layers of chaotic resentment, attempting to awaken the original spirituality that has been suppressed at the bottom for thousands of years!
"what--!!!"

The phantom in the fragment suddenly opened its eyes.

Those were no longer pupils, but two mad vortexes burning with chaotic purple flames and boundless black energy.

Countless sharp rebuttals, accusations, and delirious murmurs filled with deep-seated hatred erupted from the fragments with a frenzied mental onslaught:

"Protect?! Hahaha—I forged the bones of Kunlun, forged the veins of the earth, and created an indestructible foundation for the Three Realms! I exhausted countless efforts and burned out my lifespan! Yet the Heavenly Court is corrupt! Those in high positions only care about fighting for power and profit; have they ever remembered a single merit of mine? Ten thousand years later, they regard my achievements as dust, and even attempt to extinguish the divine furnace of the earth veins I forged, replacing it with their illusory 'order'! By what right?! I am not reconciled!!"

The frenzied thoughts, like steel needles, pierced the image of the Buddha. However, the vast and all-encompassing light of the Buddha gently yet firmly enveloped this overwhelming resentment.

"All attachments are self-imposed karmic entanglements." The Buddha's voice, like a clear spring in a secluded valley, pierced through the darkness. "Look at the Kunlun Divine Pillar, where Wukong willingly sacrificed divine iron to bear the weight of a hundred lifetimes of karma, turning his bones into nails. Is this not forging? In the Tushita Palace, Nezha melted lotuses into a boat, absorbing filth and resentment, to guide all beings across the river. Is this not protection? Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye is like a blade, severing the shackles of chaos. Is this not maintaining order? Your past 'forging' was merely 'creating a vessel.' But what we are doing now, is it not using our hearts as furnaces and the Dao as fire to forge an even grander 'vessel'—this vessel is called 'liberation'!"

"Liberation...liberation??"

The madness in Xu You's consciousness seemed to freeze for a moment because of these two words. What was the purpose of his proud "forging"?
To prove oneself?

For eternal existence?

Or... for that original vow of "protecting the Three Realms" that was trampled upon by the Heavenly Court but deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul?

The Buddha appeared motionless, yet his boundless gaze seemed to pierce through millennia of vicissitudes and the heavy walls of karma, looking directly at the void and the origin of all things.

A faint, pure golden light, like an uncarved piece of jade, was suddenly stirred by the Buddha's light deep within the core of his ethereal consciousness. It was like a lotus seed sleeping beneath the chaotic mud, originating from the pure love and protective heart he had when he first became the "God of Craftsmen".

"Om-!!"

The Pure Lotus trembled violently once more! The lotus heart vortex erupted with an unprecedented suction force.

With the Buddha's immense power of inspiration, the resentment and malevolent energy that had accumulated over ten thousand years, resembling pus and blood, was frantically stripped away from Xu You's body, like impurities thrown into a furnace.

The black energy was mercilessly devoured by the green lotus!
At the same time, that golden light of "good wishes" in the depths of the void and the origin, which was lit by the power of the Buddha, was like a newly born spark, instantly ignited, catalyzed, and spread by the Buddha's light!
"I see...I see...I see..."

Within the core of the fragment, Xu You's frantic roar suddenly transformed into a mournful whisper that pierced through eternity and revealed the cycle of reincarnation.

The malevolent black aura vanished completely within a fraction of a breath, revealing the purest spiritual essence.

From within that enormous crescent-shaped fragment emanated a long sigh, containing both relief and acceptance: "...clinging to forging the furnace for millennia, desiring eternal glory...but unaware that the furnace's fire must never be extinguished...it needs fuel...it needs to be in harmony with heaven and earth...it cannot be forced..."

The sound gradually faded away, carrying with it an eternal desolation and a final epiphany.

The fragments suddenly lost all their brilliance, transforming from a deep and terrifying dark purple into a warm and gentle shimmering light.

The last remaining thought of Xu You was no longer a twisted vengeful spirit, but transformed into a golden dewdrop containing immeasurable compassion and wisdom.

Within the dewdrops, one can vaguely see the image of an Arhat with closed eyes and lowered brows, his hands forming a magical mudra, his entire body like a golden statue cast from crystal.

Golden dew rose slowly, like a pilgrim, hanging above the Buddha's enormous palm, spinning and radiating the pure and tranquil aura of Bodhi wisdom.

Like a newly born star, it illuminates the mountains and rivers below, shattered by the battle, and also reflects the complex and awe-inspiring faces of Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha.

That drop of dew is the pure enlightenment transformed from a thousand years of obsession, the Bodhi fruit blooming at the end of karmic obstacles.

Having lost the will of the Void as its core driving force and the binding force of the remaining karmic obstacles, the thousand-foot-tall evil god giant let out a final, hollow wail.

The thousands of fragments that make up its body instantly lost all the forces that held it together, like a fortress on the beach being hit by a tsunami.

The massive purplish-black crystalline body began to collapse and disintegrate on a large scale! It was no longer shattered by external force, but rather like rotting flesh with its skeleton removed, collapsing on its own under the backlash of gravity and energy!
Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Amidst the deafening roar like a landslide and a tsunami, the chest cavity of the evil god giant collapsed first. After the energy node of the huge crescent fragment was pierced by Yang Jian's three-pointed sword, the last bit of resentment attached to it was extracted by Nezha's Pure World Lotus Platform. At this moment of the giant's disintegration, it also lost its evil luster.

It was accompanied by countless flying fragments of chaos of varying sizes, like purplish-black hailstones swept up by a gale, densely pelting the ravaged Kunlun Mountains!

"receive!!"

Nezha's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he endured the weakness and spiritual shock after activating the lotus platform, and swiftly waved his hands!

The Pure Lotus spun rapidly, its jade-green petals forming a dense energy filter as it rotated. Suddenly, the deep vortex at its heart unleashed a powerful pulling force!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Countless fragments of chaos, regardless of size, seemed to be summoned by the mother, irresistibly changing their falling direction and shooting towards the heart of the blue lotus!

Small fragments were swallowed up by the vortex like fine sand, while larger fragments, upon touching the radiance of the blue lotus, were enveloped by a gentle "transformation" force, rapidly shrinking and dimming before being absorbed into it!
The earth trembled violently, and smoke and dust spread like a gray tsunami, lingering for a long time.

When the giant's last, mountain-like foot struck the scorched earth during its fall, creating a colossal crater, the overwhelming, suffocating sense of oppression that permeated the world finally receded like the tide.

The dust has settled.

(End of this chapter)