Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 583

A hundred remnants of the Dark Star, clad in heavy armor of profound ice and exuding the same evil energy as Kunlun Diamond Crystal, stood like cold statues surrounding a massive, purplish-black crystal monument that reached all the way to the dome of the rift!
They used their fingers as pens, their fingertips gathering dark starlight and solidified vengeful spirits, to inscribe incomprehensible blasphemous runes on the cold monument.

Each time a rune lights up, it emits a shrill scream as if a heart is being torn apart!
Above the monument, suspended in the air, was a dark star core the size of a house, radiating a purer, older, and colder evil aura than that of the Kunlun mines!
It beats like an evil heart, slow but powerful, each beat triggering external disasters.
The screen flashes:

On the vast land of Beiju Luzhou, as a rune on the monument lit up, a huge, bottomless ravine suddenly split open on the ground!

The instant the ravine split open, countless fleeing mortals, forest birds and beasts, and even some cultivators with slightly lower levels of skill had all their life force and essence drained from their bodies by an invisible force, turning into streaks of scarlet, piercing blood mist. They screamed as they were forcibly pulled away, like being sucked in by a giant whale, and tragically seeped into the cracked ground, plummeting straight into the abyss!

That crystal tablet was actually a terrifying evil artifact that used the entire Luzhou land vein as its energy source and the essence, blood, and souls of all living beings as its offerings!
The remnants of the Dark Star are carrying out a horrific sacrificial ritual deep within the Earth's core, intending to completely drain Luzhou and even use it as a springboard to pollute the very foundations of the Three Realms' ley lines!

"Roar--!!!"

This final truth is like the last spark that ignites a powder keg!
The molten gold-like flames in Sun Wukong's eyes were instantly replaced by an extreme, almost insane madness that burned away reason!

The pain of being consumed by karmic fire?

Is the lotus platform in imminent danger of collapse?

The catastrophe of nuclear contamination?

At this moment, everything was crushed by the monstrous evil taking place beneath the abyss!

"Karmic fire... karmic hindrance... the collective karma of all beings..." Sun Wukong's voice was hoarse like the grinding of sand, yet it carried a chilling coldness that pierced through the nine netherworlds, "Today... I will use the karma you have created... to slaughter all the evil you have committed!"

An extremely crazy idea took shape in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was being burned by the threefold karma!

He no longer suppressed the raging purplish-black karmic fire in his heart meridian. Instead, with his supreme will, he forcibly guided this filthy fire, which burned his heart and bones and gathered the deep-seated karmic debts of all beings in the three realms, and poured it into the golden cudgel in his hand like a floodgate being opened!
Buzz—! ! ! !

The golden cudgel emitted an unprecedented, earth-shattering roar, a mixture of pain and violence!
The purplish-black patterns on the rod, which were originally corroded by the Dark Star Crystal, came to life instantly as if they had been injected with scalding magma, spreading, twisting, and expanding wildly!

It completely merged with the surging, purplish-black karmic fire!
The sacred and solemn golden light of merit was completely swallowed up and covered up!
The rod underwent a dramatic transformation, turning into a deep, murky, dark color that seemed to condense all the sins and suffering in the world!
Countless transparent faces, contorted in pain and wailing silently, appeared and vanished on the surface of the golden cudgel!
Thick, viscous black aura, almost tangible, rose from the staff, swirling and emanating a terrifying aura that would make even true immortals and Buddhas tremble!
This is no longer the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Iron; it is a staff forged from the sins of all living beings and the chaotic evil power—the Staff of Karmic Calamity!
"Ugh—!"

Sun Wukong let out a roar that seemed to tear his soul apart. He held the karmic staff, which exuded an ominous aura, upside down in his right hand, and with his left hand forming a claw, he plunged it fiercely into his own heart, which was pounding violently and flickering with karmic fire, amidst the furious gazes of the immortals!

scoff!

Hot, golden-red divine blood, tinged with an immortal golden glow, gushed out like a fountain!
This is no ordinary blood, but the very essence of his heart and soul as a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Sun Wukong did not retract his blood-stained left hand. Instead, he dipped his finger in the blood, guided by his heart, and with his supreme will as the brush tip, and boldly wielded it in the violently turbulent void in front of him!

It's no longer a talisman, but a brand!

Using divine blood as ink and the void as a scroll, the precise coordinates of the abyssal rift within the entire Three Realms Earth Vein System, which were last transmitted by Jin, were clearly outlined like a star map!

A three-dimensional blood map, drawn with divine blood and radiating spatial fluctuations and the aura of the abyss, instantly took shape!

The core of the coordinates is precisely where the crystal tablet and the core of the dark star are located!
"Nezha—!!!"

Sun Wukong's voice, like the roar of a dying beast, carried an unwavering and resolute command, tearing through the shrill screams of karmic fire:

"Target: Abyss! Dark Star Nest! Crystal Monument Core! Order: Destroy the Nest!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his left hand down on the floating blood-red coordinate map!

At the same time, the karmic club in his right hand swept across, the wind from the club not attacking, but rather lifting a broken lotus petal from the Pure World Lotus that had collapsed due to the erosion of karmic fire!

Blood-red patterns blend into lotus petals!
The tattered lotus petals transformed into a blood-stained streak of light, ignoring the churning purple-black karmic flames around them. With unparalleled precision, it pierced through the blue lotus light barrier and instantly flew to Nezha's palm, who was already shocked by the dramatic changes before his eyes, yet also ignited by his overwhelming fighting spirit!
The lotus petals are piping hot!
A crystal-clear coordinate of the abyss and Sun Wukong's will to "break the nest" were instantly imprinted deep within Nezha's primordial spirit!

"Understood!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Nezha's eyes simultaneously unleashed Samadhi True Fire and a desperate, chilling light!
The Wind and Fire Wheels roared with raging flames, the Hun Tian Ling automatically protected its master, and he held the Fire-Tipped Spear, transforming into a crimson meteor that tore through the raging tide of karmic fire, rushing wildly towards the outside of the Qitian Palace!

A loud bang:

"Heavenly River Navy! Demon-Slaying Guards! Follow me—to vanquish evil!!!"

"Goku!"

As Laozi watched the horrific scene of Sun Wukong's self-inflicted bloodshed and karmic fire engulfing his body, tears streamed down his face, and his voice trembled.

"Laojun..."

Sun Wukong's voice was unusually calm. He looked down at his body, which had turned completely purplish-black, with karmic fire burning fiercely, resembling a human torch. The flames even began to devour the chest wound that had just been rapidly crystallized and healed after drawing blood.

He slowly raised his head, taking one last look at Laozi, who was doing his utmost to stabilize the Azure Lotus, and a wildly insane smile appeared on his lips:

"One incense stick... at most one incense stick!" His body began to emit the last brilliant light before the glass shattered, and the karmic fire had completely ignited his Vajra essence. "If this lotus is not stable... there is no need to hesitate... then I, Old Sun, with this body burned by karmic fire... along with this mother core embryo... will be refined into your Eight Trigrams Furnace!"

"Let's see if this eternal furnace is harder... or if the karmic fire of the shared karma of the three realms is more intense!" As soon as he finished speaking, he gave up all resistance and even actively drew upon the three remaining destructive forces in his heart meridian, merging them all into the karmic fire burning around him!
boom--! ! !
Sun Wukong's figure was completely engulfed in the soaring purplish-black karmic flames! The flames instantly surged, and their core temperature and resentment were so intense that even the illusory image of the Tushita Palace swayed!
The karmic fire no longer spread aimlessly, but as if it had found its final destination and fuel, frantically coiling around and licking the Purifying Lotus, which was violently trembling and whose core was spreading with decaying energy!
He sacrificed himself, becoming the final and strongest seal and barrier, firmly nailing the karmic fire that could burn down the Heavenly Court and pollute the spiritual source of the Three Realms to the Azure Lotus!

For Nezha's surprise attack, for Laozi's restoration, and for the hope of survival for all living beings beneath the abyss, we fight for that decisive moment that determines life and death—

A stick of incense!

The Qitian Palace is the core of the Fiery Purgatory.

A human-shaped torch, ignited by sin and sacrifice, relentlessly suppresses the source of chaos on the verge of corruption.

And in the endless darkness of the earth's core, crimson flames of war, carrying blood-stained coordinates, are piercing the heart of the demon.

Time ticked away amidst the burning flames of karma, and the fate of the three realms hung by a thread!
Karmic fire raged across the heavens, and the boundless karmic power erupting from the crack in the blue lotus became the most violent vanguard.

Three thousand Heavenly River naval troops formed the "Mysterious Netherworld Breaking Formation," their chilling battle intent condensing into a giant cone of mysterious ice. The tip of the cone was wrapped in purplish-black karmic fire from the Qitian Palace, fiercely tearing open the boiling crust of Beiju Luzhou and piercing straight into the Netherworld!

The sight before my eyes was enough to freeze even the souls of immortals and gods.

The inverted glacier, formed from solidified black ice, hangs menacingly above the boiling, churning sea of ​​scarlet lava.

Extreme cold and ferocity coexist strangely here; water droplets dripping from icicles evaporate before they even fall, while sparks from spewing lava instantly solidify into black obsidian upon touching the ice surface.

The prison was deathly silent, save for the sizzling sound of ice and fire clashing, like the dying gasps of a giant beast.

That terrifying core stood at the center where ice and fire intertwined—a massive, purplish-black crystal monument, as large as a mountain.

The monument is covered with twisted dark star runes, shimmering with an eerie light. With each pulsation, it greedily draws in the immense fiery power of the lava sea below, and subtly affects the entire Luzhou landform, causing it to groan in agony under the unbearable burden.

At the summit of the crystal monument, a house-sized, pitch-black core slowly rotates, its chill surpassing even that of the surrounding glaciers; it is the foundation of the Dark Star's last lair.

On the glacier, a hundred remnants of the Dark Star, clad in heavy armor of icy black, stood silently like corpse puppets embedded in cold jade. The leader, his black robes fluttering, slowly raised a face beneath his hood that bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Xu You, yet was far more sinister and ruthless, his eyes like two frozen abysses—the Agent "Han Hai".

The object floating in his palm was not a ferocious demonic weapon, but a drop of golden dew containing Bodhi wisdom, which was enlightened and condensed by the Tathagata before his ethereal consciousness was extinguished.

At this moment, this drop of pure dew was tainted by wisps of black energy from the dark star evil power emanating from his palm, exuding an indescribable sinister aura.

"Nezha?" Han Hai's voice scraped across the ice, carrying a harsh, metallic echo. "Coming on the flames of karma? Just what I wanted!"

A cold, unfeeling smile spread across his lips as his gaze pierced through the chaotic lava and icy dust, fixing fixedly on Nezha: "Brother, look—"

He suddenly clenched the hand holding Jinlu!
"Heaven, how shall we burn the sins they themselves committed!"

puff!
The golden dew shattered instantly! The pure, shimmering light of the crystal exploded, and the lingering, distorted, and corrupted remnant of the ethereal spirit within, forcibly restrained and corrupted by the evil magic of the Dark Star, transformed into a ferocious, roaring, dark golden phantom of an angry Arhat. It carried with it millennia of pent-up resentment, the bitterness of betrayal, and an extreme hatred for order, and like a destructive torrent bursting its banks, it instantly swept across the entire Ice and Fire Prison!

Om-!
The illusory figure, formless and intangible, carried a curse that would annihilate the soul, and hurtled straight towards the Xuanming Grand Array below.

When the karmic fire shield came into contact with it, it not only failed to block and melt it, but the purplish-black flames were as if they had been poured with boiling oil, and suddenly swelled up several times, but the color became more and more turbid and viscous!
"Ugh—!"

The elite Tianhe Navy at the forefront of the formation bore the brunt of the attack. The evil power, a mixture of karmic obstacles and resentful vengeance, ignored the defenses of the Xuanbing Heavy Armor and penetrated straight to the Niwan Palace (the area around the temple of death).

The chilling killing intent and resentment towards the injustice of the Heavenly Court were amplified a hundredfold or a thousandfold in an instant!
His mind was instantly twisted and devoured, and his immortal power went out of control. The Xuanming Array power, which was originally meant to draw upon the Heavenly River Cold Soul to fight against the glacier, suddenly turned around.

puff!puff!
A piercing, sharp sound tore through the grim atmosphere of the battle formation. A naval lieutenant, his eyes bloodshot, thrust his ice spear without warning straight through the chest of his comrade beside him!
The last glimmer of clarity in that comrade's eyes was overwhelmed by excruciating pain and deeper resentment. He swung his palm out, and the extreme cold immortal power transformed into an ice spike, piercing the throat of another comrade!

The chain reaction spread like a plague. The precious power of the cold soul no longer targeted the enemy, but instead turned into cold blades that killed each other, piercing through armor and freezing flesh!
The seemingly indestructible Xuanming Grand Array crumbled instantly! Ice shards mixed with scalding divine blood splattered, staining the inverted glacier crimson, then vaporized by the scorching magma, rising in plumes of scarlet mist. Piercing screams and frenzied roars replaced the rhythmic battle horns; a chilling carnage unfolded madly at the bottom of this infernal realm.

"Stabilize your Dao heart! That is an illusion!"

Nezha's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He swept his Fire-Tipped Spear, forcing back several of his berserk naval soldiers who were rushing towards him. However, he himself was also Han Hai's ultimate target!
After the dark golden phantom of the Arhat caused chaos in the army formation, its huge, hate-filled face suddenly turned towards Nezha, its empty Buddha eyes fixed on him.

Within the lingering resentment of the ethereal spirit, the extreme jealousy of the "Craftsman God" towards Nezha and Sun Wukong, these "newly rich in the Heavenly Court," resonated with his resentment towards the order itself, transforming into the most vicious curse, ignoring spatial barriers, and crashing fiercely into Nezha's spiritual platform!
boom--! ! !
It was like divine thunder from the heavens exploding deep within his soul! Nezha's body trembled violently, and his vision went black instantly.

It is not a pure impact of force, but a resonance and pollution originating from the very source of the soul!

"Look at this abyss! Look at this crystal monument, flowing with the blood of the creatures of Luzhou!" His burning immortal body was like a torch, and he held the Fire-Tipped Spear with difficulty but unwavering stability. The spear tip pointed directly at the core of the Dark Star, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the hideous phantom of the Arhat before him, penetrating the past submerged in darkness. "You keep complaining about the injustice of the Heavenly Court and the corruption of its order! But do you really hate all these gods and Buddhas in the heavens?!"

He spoke each word deliberately, each syllable burning with divine blood and essence, carrying the power to torment the soul:
"It was still that time atop Mount Kunlun, the one who, facing the oppression of the Heavenly Court, was filled with resentment, yet ultimately chose to escape, choosing to cast his hatred upon the Three Realms and upon all living beings, but dared not—"

Nezha's voice suddenly reached its limit, like lightning tearing the sky apart:
"Rebel against those who truly oppress you and ultimately discard you like trash—"

"You yourself?!"

"coward!!!"

(End of this chapter)