Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 582

Sun Wukong hovered in the void, his eyes tightly closed, his face slightly contorted with extreme pain.

With boundless perseverance and wisdom, he forcibly incorporated the three destructive forces—the invisible karmic obstacles of the Southern Continent, the dark star crystal origin of the Kunlun mineral vein, and the earth fire core of the Northern Continent—into his heart meridian.

This is not a simple container for storage, but a purgatory of burning souls, with the heart as the furnace and will as the fuel, bearing the karmic debts of all beings in the three realms for thousands of years.

Within his heart meridian, it felt as if three raging, monstrous dragons were tearing and colliding.

The venomous whispers of karmic obstacles, the icy erosion of dark stars, and the destructive roar of chaotic fire intertwined in the depths of his consciousness to form a picture of an inescapable hell.

The purplish-black karmic fire materialized on his body, flickering and undulating, each pulse carrying terrifying fluctuations that distorted space.

His body, which had just been reshaped by merit and ascended to a higher level of indestructible Vajra, was now emitting a faint groan of unbearable strain, and purplish-black thorn-like patterns were faintly visible under his skin.

Sudden--

"Boom!"

An uncontrollable, extremely violent torrent of karma, like a volcano suppressed for millennia, finally broke through the temporary shackles of Sun Wukong's will furnace and erupted suddenly from his heart!
This torrent of karma is no longer an illusory thought, but a solidified, purplish-black flame, carrying a terrifying aura that burns souls and defiles all things.

It spread instantly, staining the dome of the Qitian Palace black like ink being splashed, and sweeping across the walls like a raging tide.

The magnificent and solemn palace was instantly engulfed by thick, surging, and ominous purplish-black karmic fire!
The heavenly soldiers and celestial maidens standing in the palace were the first to be attacked.

Karmic fire is not a physical burning, but rather a direct ignition of inner demons that erode the soul.

Those with weaker cultivation levels had their eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, letting out beast-like roars as they were consumed by boundless resentment, fear, and greed, frantically attacking everything around them; those with higher cultivation levels felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies stiffening, their mental centers and seas of consciousness ringing out alarm bells, desperately trying to resist the all-pervasive erosion.

"Wukong!" Nezha exclaimed. He had just returned to Heaven with Sun Wukong and was about to discuss the next steps when the unexpected happened.

He reacted extremely quickly. Almost at the same time as the karmic fire erupted, his hand flashed with light, and the Pure Lotus that carried the embryo of the Chaos Mother Core was already offered up!
"Purifying Lotus, suppress!"

Nezha poured all his divine power into the lotus platform without reservation. The green lotus spun rapidly, growing to a size of about ten feet in diameter, and hung above Sun Wukong's head, at the heart of the raging inferno.

The soft, azure light cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying the ancient Daoist charm forged in Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace and the pure Buddha light blessed by the Buddha, forming a resilient barrier of light.

The purplish-black karmic fire, as if encountering a natural enemy, fiercely crashed against the azure lotus light screen, emitting a hissing, corrosive sound.

The light curtain trembled violently, its azure light flickering erratically, but it ultimately temporarily halted the spread of the karmic fire throughout the Heavenly Court, isolating the other immortals and gods trapped inside the palace in a relatively safe area.

However, this karmic fire was the overflow of the three destructive forces in Sun Wukong's heart meridian, and its ferocity far exceeded imagination!
They seemed to possess life, transforming into countless venomous tentacles that frantically tore at and devoured the azure lotus light screen.

Each impact caused Nezha's body to tremble violently, and the silver-gray chaotic markings on his lotus root body flickered rapidly, as if they were about to be ignited.

"Crack...click!"

A faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound exploded like thunder in the hearts of Nezha and all the immortals and gods who could still remain conscious!

On the indestructible Pure Lotus, which bore the heavy responsibility of purifying chaos, a thin, menacing crack suddenly appeared!

At the edge of the crack, purplish-black karmic fire wriggled like a living creature, trying to penetrate the lotus platform and corrupt the core of the chaotic mother core embryo!

"Oh no! The lotus platform can't hold up!"

Nezha's expression changed drastically, and a trace of golden divine blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He felt an irresistible, violent will assaulting his mind; it was the boundless resentment of sentient beings contained within the karmic fire.

"Laojun! Quick! The lotus platform is damaged!"

Inside the Tushita Palace, the air was thick with the scent of cinnabar.

Laozi, who was studying how to utilize the pure spiritual energy, suddenly looked up, and his whisk fell to the ground with a "thud." He sensed the intense fluctuations and the pain of cracks emanating from the Pure Lotus.

"How could this be?! The karmic backlash is so severe!"

Laozi's hair and beard stood on end, and he no longer possessed the detached indifference of a supreme being; his eyes were filled with shock, anger, and anxiety.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the Qitian Palace, his urgent voice echoing throughout the Heavenly Court: "Quickly summon Senior Brother Yuanshi! Qinglian, protect me! If Qinglian is destroyed, the Three Realms will be in grave danger!"

He knew that the Pure Lotus was not only a tool to seal the karmic fire, but also the foundation for completely purifying chaos in the future, and it must not be lost!

In this moment of chaos and despair—

"Well……"

A painful and weak groan came from Sun Wukong, who was barely protected by the green lotus at the core of the karmic fire.

His tightly closed eyes trembled violently, as if he were enduring pain far beyond his limits.

The burning of karma not only affects his physical body and soul, but also tortures his will, forcing him to sink into the sea of ​​suffering caused by the collective karma of all beings.

However, deep within this endless darkness and torment, an unexpected "voice," like a glimmer of light piercing through the darkness, pierced the roar of karmic fire and intermittently entered the depths of Sun Wukong's consciousness:
"...Hot...lava...flowing...underground...hollow...so cold...not fire..."

The voice was broken, carrying the unique tone of Ember, twisted by chaos and pain.

But this is not a cry for help or an accusation; it is more like a fragment of memory that was forcibly triggered and originated from the depths of the earth!

Along with this sound, Sun Wukong "saw" that beneath the endless and deep crust of Beiju Luzhou, in the core area enveloped by churning lava, there was not a scorching chaos, but a huge, twisted spatial rift emanating an extremely cold aura!
Around the fissure, there were black rhombuses identical to those on the Kunlun Divine Pillar. They strangely absorbed heat from the lava and emitted a dark, cold luster.

Deep within the rift, some blurry figures could be vaguely seen moving about, their bodies still bearing the dense aura of dark stars, constructing something... a massive, dark purple crystal monument that emanated a chilling aura!

The fragments of memory abruptly ended there, as if severed by a sharp blade. The channel for transmitting information was instantly consumed by even more violent karmic fire.

But enough!

Sun Wukong suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!

Those eyes were no longer filled with confusion and pain, but burning with blazing golden flames, carrying a clear understanding that saw through illusion and boundless rage!

The pain of being consumed by karmic flames still lingered, but at this moment, his will was more concentrated than ever before.

"Northern Continent of Julu...Abyssal Rift! Remnants of the Dark Star...Black Crystal Nest!"

Sun Wukong's voice was hoarse like the friction of metal, yet it carried the pressure to shake the karmic fire. It pierced through the green lotus light screen and clearly entered the ears of Taishang Laojun, who had just arrived at the entrance of the Qitian Palace, and Nezha, who was desperately maintaining the green lotus!

Nezha shuddered, staring incredulously at the figure amidst the karmic flames: "What?! The Abyss Rift? Jin...?"

He instantly understood that, deep within the earth's fire, Ember had inadvertently become a "witness" to the Dark Star remnants' secret lair. Or rather, his deep connection between the Seed of Chaos and the ley lines had caused him to passively record this crucial information!

The Dark Star was not completely destroyed. Instead, it used some kind of evil magic to create an extremely cold nest in the deepest part of the earth's core, using the power of the earth's fire to conceal its whereabouts, accumulate power, and may even be... brewing an even more terrifying conspiracy!

Laozi had arrived. Looking at the Pure Lotus, which was covered in cracks and wreathed in karmic fire, he felt so distressed that his beard trembled. But he was even more aware of the weight of the message that Sun Wukong had conveyed.

"Wukong! Hold on! Hand the lotus platform over to the old Taoist!"

His hair and beard stood on end, his Taoist robe billowed, and the phantom of the Eight Trigrams Furnace appeared behind him. The purest and most intense purple flames of the Douluo Continent surged forth, rushing towards the Pure World Lotus, attempting to repair the crack and temporarily stabilize the situation.

Sun Wukong, enduring the excruciating pain in his heart, nodded with great difficulty.

He took a deep breath, the suction so strong it seemed to swallow the surrounding karmic fire into his belly.

He looked at Nezha, his golden eyes flashing like lightning: "Brother Nezha... Laozi will hold this place for now... Quickly mobilize the elite naval forces... Where is Yang Jian?" His voice carried an unquestionable command.

Nezha instantly understood, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Second brother has already followed your previous arrangements, leading the Thunder Department to suppress the remaining rebels in the Southern Continent! I will immediately send a message to him to divide his forces! The navy is ready to move at any time!"

"it is good!"

Sun Wukong let out a low roar and forcibly mobilized the remaining Buddhist and Taoist power within his body. His body suddenly shone with golden light, temporarily suppressing the surging purplish-black karmic fire on his body for a moment.

His gaze pierced through the churning karmic flames and the precarious blue lotus light curtain, as if he could already see the icy lair deep within the heart of Beiju Luzhou.

"Remnants of the Dark Star... You hide in the earth's fire, wreaking havoc with your resentment, and even igniting my inner demonic karmic fire... Today, let this karmic fire of the Qitian Palace become the fuse that will bury you!" His voice was icy cold, filled with chilling killing intent. "Once Laozi stabilizes the lotus platform, we will strike straight at the heart of the abyss! Let that abyss nest fall into eternal damnation!"

Inside the Qitian Palace, the purplish-black karmic flames continued to rage and roar under the azure lotus light curtain, but at its core, the golden figure stood like a pillar of stability, enduring the torment of burning heart, yet his gaze was already locked on the enemy in the abyss.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear hummed, and Samadhi True Fire rose around his body; Laozi's hair and beard stood on end, and the power of the Tushita Purple Fire and the Azure Lotus fused intensely, repairing the shocking crack.

A chilling and resolute fighting spirit pierced through the shrill roar of karmic fire, quietly gathering before the unknown shadows of the abyss of Beiju Luzhou.

Time has become incredibly tight; the flames of the next battle have already been ignited deep within the earth.

Laozi's hair and beard bristled, his turbid eyes blazing with unprecedented brilliance, and his ancient Daoist pronouncements transformed into tangible musical notes that resonated through the void.

Those withered hands, yet imbued with the power to create the world, swiftly formed the supreme Daoist seal—the "Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin Seal"!
Om-!
The illusory image of the Tushita Palace solidified completely behind him, and all the ancient and profound runes on the furnace wall lit up!

No longer the gentle alchemical fire, but the "Doushuai Purple Fire" originating from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, powerful enough to melt stars, was frantically extracted!

Hundreds of millions of purple-gold fire lines, like living Daoist chains, instantly wrapped around the hideous crack of the Pure World Green Lotus.

Wherever the purple flames passed, the lotus petals emitted a sharp "sizzling" sound. The emerald light and the purple flames collided and merged fiercely, attempting to forcibly heal the devastating wound.

At the edge of the crack, the surging purplish-black karmic fire, like an enraged venomous snake, twisted and retaliated wildly, its filthy will impacting the Daoist chains.

Lao Jun's face was completely drained of color, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and a wisp of pale golden blood even oozed from his nostrils!

But his eyes were as firm as a rock, and he pressed down the hand seals tightly!

Driven by the Dao Ancestor's disregard for the source, the crack that had torn apart the origin of the Azure Lotus was finally forcibly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The purple-gold Doushuai Dao patterns covered it like molten metal, temporarily sealing off the crisis of the lotus platform's collapse.

However, the glimmer of victory was only fleeting!
"Tsk-!"

A terrifying, eerie sound emanated from inside the lotus platform!

The purplish-black karmic fire that was temporarily blocked outside did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to possess intelligence and transformed into billions of finer and more filthy poisonous insects, which frantically burrowed into the lotus along the originally pure veins and the "veins" through which the pure spiritual energy flowed!

The Pure Lotus suddenly trembled violently, no longer from the pain at the crack, but from a mournful cry coming from the depths of its core!

In the center of the lotus platform, the core that carried the embryo of the Chaos Mother Core, which was originally warm and flowing with pure spiritual energy, suddenly became dark and unclear!
Strands of gray, twisted, and malevolent lines, like a rapidly spreading plague, began to erode the pure, chaotic origin!
The pure and ethereal aura emanating from the lotus platform was instantly stained with a nauseating grayish-yellow, exuding an aura of decay and misfortune!

"No—!" Laozi's eyes widened in horror, his voice hoarse with unprecedented terror, echoing throughout the Qitian Palace, which was almost engulfed by karmic fire. "Wukong! The Mother Core's essence is being corrupted! If it is allowed to completely fall, the very foundation of the Three Realms' spiritual source will become a breeding ground for demonic forces! Eternal annihilation!!!"

At this critical juncture, when karmic fire consumed his heart, the lotus throne was in dire need of protection, and the mother core was about to fall—

puff!
Deep within Sun Wukong's heart, the Chaos Seed, which he had forcibly sealed with his supreme will and which had fused with the will of the Ashes and the fury of the Luzhou land veins, suddenly burst open!
It was not an energy surge, but the last resolute thought left in the remnant of the seed, carrying the most intense essence of the earth fire source, transformed into a dark red, almost completely burned-out stream of light, ignoring the heavy blockade of karmic fire, and fiercely rushed into Sun Wukong's tormented and scorched spiritual sea!
A fragmented, disjointed thought, yet imbued with profound fear and urgency, exploded within Sun Wukong's soul like a final cry:

"The crystal monument...they're building it...draining...the earth's veins in Luzhou...quickly...stop them..."

Accompanied by this final shriek, a blurry yet shocking fragment of a scene, passively perceived by the chaotic seed of Jin from the depths of the earth, was branded into the depths of Sun Wukong's consciousness:
abyss!

Deep within the endless darkness of the earth's core, within the twisted fissures enveloped by solidified lava and icy crystals, lies not emptiness!

(End of this chapter)