Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 584

The word "coward" struck like a chaotic divine thunderbolt crashing down from the heavens, precisely piercing the core of the illusory image of the Glazed Arhat, and striking the true spirit of the Void, which had been shrouded in layers of resentment for thousands of years and was already covered in dust!
The towering, resentful golden Arhat suddenly froze!

A deep purple flame of resentment flickered and swayed wildly in his hollow eye sockets, like a candle about to be extinguished in a storm.

His contorted, grotesque face suddenly froze, then began to convulse violently and uncontrollably.

A mournful cry, originating from the very source of the soul and beyond description, reverberated not through the air, but directly within the depths of the consciousness of all living beings in the Ice and Fire Hell!
“Ugh…Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

That was not an angry roar, but the most desperate and painful wail when faith collapses and obsession is torn apart!
At the very moment that mournful cry rang out—

hum... hum... hum...

A deep, suppressed throbbing, yet seemingly originating from the very depths of the earth's womb, pierced through the boiling lava, drowned out the groans of the glaciers, and resounded clearly in this deathly silent yet clamorous abyss.

This sound was not a physical sound wave, but a sorrowful resonance, a silent accusation, a desperate sob that had finally found an outlet after being suppressed for a long time.

Deep within the towering, inverted glacier, the "sacrifices"—the foundation of the Dark Star's evil magic—eternally frozen by the mysterious ice, revealed their most cruel nature.

Countless blurry and distorted figures!

There were ordinary farmers, still gazing at the sky in supplication for rain, their withered bodies seemingly drained of all moisture in an instant; there were women tightly embracing their infants, now mere skeletons, their empty eyes staring into the void; there were running wild beasts, frozen in the terror of their final moments; there were fragments of cultivators' tattered robes, frozen in the moment of their desperate spellcasting… The frozen afterimages of countless creatures of Luzhou, their essence, blood, and soul forcibly extracted, were like the most cruel reliefs, densely packed, covering the chilling ice walls!

At this moment, with the trembling and mournful cries of the lingering ghosts, and with Nezha's tearing out of the ancient darkness with his question of "coward," these eternally imprisoned, painful afterimages seemed to be infused with the last trace of unwilling spirit!
Countless empty eye sockets simultaneously turned to the illusory figure of the Arhat, who stood frozen before the crystal tablet, convulsing in pain!

Silent weeping, countless resentments and despair forcibly ended, like an invisible torrent, fiercely and indignantly crashed into the last remaining obsession of the Void!

boom--! ! !
The enormous golden body of the Glazed Arhat, maintained purely by resentment and evil power, could no longer withstand the impact of this attack from within and without—the spiritual collapse triggered by Nezha's moral questioning, and the desperate accusation gathered from the remnants of all spirits in Luzhou!

Huge cracks instantly spread across the dim golden statue of the Arhat!

"No...impossible..."

Han Hai stood atop the glacier, his shock turning into a deathly pale expression of terror.

He could clearly feel that the resentment that held him back from his brother and was the biggest barrier against the sharpness of the Fire-Tipped Spear was rapidly disintegrating!
"How could my brother's conviction... be swayed by the words of an ant?!"

He tried to activate the evil magic again, but was horrified to find that the drop of dark gold dew had completely disappeared, and his connection with the remnant soul of the void was severed!
The struggles and cries of the Void Ghost have completely broken free from the control of the Dark Star's evil power!

At that critical moment, when the Arhat's golden body was covered in cracks and about to completely collapse!

On Nezha's burning immortal body, the Taiqing Dao pattern on his left arm, which was bursting with pure silver light, suddenly condensed to its extreme!
hum!
A point of pure, innate light, containing the supreme Daoist essence of the creation of heaven and earth and the distinction between purity and turbidity, suddenly shot out from the core of the silver pattern!
The light, as clear as a needle and as fine as a spider's thread, ignored the barriers of space and resentment, ignored the shattering Arhat's golden body, and pierced with unparalleled precision into the very core of the remnant soul's consciousness, into that last remaining dusty true spirit belonging to the "God of Crafts"!

This glimmer of light is not destruction, but awakening!

It was the last glimmer of opportunity that the Supreme Dao Ancestor brought through Nezha, transcending time and space!
Clear light enters the soul!

The mournful cries of the lingering, ghostly soul abruptly ceased!

Countless chaotic, bloody, betrayal, and destructive scenes flowed wildly back in his consciousness, shattered, and reassembled... Finally, they settled on the Kunlun Mountain peak countless years ago, beside the earth vein furnace that he had poured his heart and soul into and was so proud of.

In the scene, there is no longer resentment, but the focus and satisfaction in his eyes as he strokes the furnace wall; it is the deep powerlessness and humiliation beneath his clenched fist as he faces the arrogant celestial messenger's demand for the furnace's essence; it is the fleeting glimpse of not overwhelming hatred in his eyes when he is finally stripped of his power and condemned as a sinner, but rather a sense of bewilderment and regret for not fighting for his own cause...

"me……"

The lingering consciousness of the ghostly remnant uttered its last, vague murmurs. The deep purple flames of resentment on the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) Arhat's face were completely extinguished, leaving only a blank, empty, and desolate grayness.

The enormous golden body, like a sandcastle, began to collapse and dissipate silently, turning into countless tiny, dim golden specks of light, carrying endless sorrow and relief, before merging into the rolling lava and the desolate glacier below.

The last barrier has vanished!
"break--!!!"

The flames of life and will burning in Nezha's eyes were unstoppable.

That spear, which embodied the essence of his igniting the Wind and Fire Wheel, burned his immortal body and soul, carried the blood and tears of all the spirits of Luzhou, and was further blessed by Laozi's supreme Dao seal, finally pierced through the last barrier. With a resolute determination to pierce through the darkness of eternity, it slammed into the top of the crystal tablet, onto the pulsating core of the dark star!
The blazing white light from the spear tip instantly engulfed the deep darkness!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Click!

A soft yet terrifying cracking sound emanated from within the seemingly indestructible core of the dark star.

Immediately afterwards——

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
An indescribable destructive energy, like the raging fire that had been accumulating in the earth's core for billions of years, suddenly erupted!
Centered on the point of contact between the spear tip and the core, the purplish-black crystal tablet, like a glass mirror struck by a boulder, instantly developed a web of jagged cracks all over its body.

The twisted dark star runes on the monument flickered wildly, emitting dying screams, and then collapsed and annihilated one after another!
The violent energy shockwave, like a cataclysmic tsunami, spread wildly in all directions.

The inverted, towering glacier was the first to be affected, breaking, collapsing, and vaporizing like fragile ice crystals in the blinding white light of energy.

The boiling lava sea below was violently suppressed, and then the shock wave stirred up towering waves that swept across the entire abyss, carrying shattered ice crystals and scorching rocks!

"Do not--!!!"

Han Hai let out a desperate scream as the glacier beneath his feet shattered instantly, and his Xuanbing Heavy Armor tore apart like paper in the shockwave.

He desperately tried to activate the remaining Dark Star Evil Power to protect himself, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The destructive torrent instantly engulfed him, along with his unwilling and venomous roars, which were swept into the gushing abyss of subterranean fire below and vanished completely.

Destructive white light filled the field of vision, and violent energy tore at Nezha's already shattered immortal body.

He gripped the fire-tipped spear that pierced the core of darkness tightly, like the last reef in a raging sea.

All his strength had been poured out; what supported him standing was only that last breath, that unyielding will.

After an unknown amount of time, the destructive light and heat slowly receded. The magma still boiled at the bottom of the abyss, emitting a low roar, but the frenzied feeling of being forcibly extracted and suppressed had disappeared.

Only a few scattered remnants of the collapsed glacier remain, and countless broken pieces of ice and the broken armor and limbs of the remnants of the Dark Star float on the lava sea.

The purplish-black crystal monument that once extracted half the continent's earth veins and devoured the essence of all spirits, along with the Dark Star Core at its top, has vanished without a trace, leaving only a huge, distorted spatial vortex, ravaged by energy, which is slowly calming down.

The abyss was a desolate wasteland, utterly ravaged and deathly silent.

Pfft!
Nezha could no longer hold on and collapsed heavily onto the scorching obsidian, barely managing to stay upright by leaning on his Fire-Tipped Spear.

The lotus root Dharma body was covered with spider web-like cracks. The silver-gray chaotic erosion was temporarily suppressed by the Taiqing Dao Seal on the left arm, but it was like a maggot clinging to a bone, slowly wriggling in the cracks.

The Wind and Fire Wheels had completely dimmed, with only two faint blue-red flames flickering on the charred rim.

He raised his head, looking at the gradually calming spatial vortex, at this abyss whose fate had been completely reversed.

The last cries of the lingering shadows of the myriad spirits still seemed to echo in my ears, as well as the blank, empty murmurs before the ethereal spirits dissipated.

Above the abyss, beyond the forcibly torn crack in the earth's crust, a sliver of extremely faint yet incredibly real light pierced through the pervasive smoke and crimson magma steam, struggling to shine down, like piercing the long night after the Dark Ages.

Exhausted, Nezha knelt on the ruins of the abyss.

Beneath their feet lay scorching, slowly cooling obsidian, mixed with fragments of shattered ice and remnants of dark stars.

The Taiqing Dao pattern on his left arm, which held him back to his last vestige of clarity, shone faintly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Each time the darkness fades, the silvery-gray chaotic erosion that had been dormant for a moment within the cracks of the lotus root Dharma body stirs like a venomous snake, meandering and spreading along the intricate lotus root fibers, bringing a chilling and burning pain that tears at the soul.

The fiery wheels were completely extinguished, leaving only charred remains of the once blazing hubs, like two enormous death stars embedded in the ankles.

His immortal essence was depleted, and his soul was so exhausted that it felt as if the entire Kunlun Mountain was pressing down on it. Every breath he took pulled at the cracks all over his body, causing him to groan as if he was on the verge of disintegration.

The most terrifying thing was not the physical pain. The air was filled with a viscous, almost tangible, malevolent aura left over from the annihilation of the dark star's core. It was cold and venomous, like a leech, relentlessly eroding the senses.

Deeper still, there is a sorrowful ripple emanating from the land of Luzhou itself, originating from the dissipation of the lingering shadows of countless sacrificed beings.

It was not a sound, but a lament that reached the depths of the soul, like the silent weeping of millions of wronged souls, denouncing the atrocities that had just ended, mixed with the agonizing groans of the earth's veins being forcibly stripped away and then suddenly released.

This mixed wave of negativity, like a cold tide, crashed against Nezha's crumbling mental defenses, attempting to drag his last remaining clarity into an abyss of boundless despair and chaos.

"Is it... over...?"

Nezha's vision blurred, and his consciousness seemed to sink into a viscous swamp.

The Fire-Tipped Spear rested heavily on the ground, its tip now dull and lifeless. The destruction of the Frostbones, the shattering of the Crystal Monument, the collapse of the Abyss Nest… the price of victory was far too high.

The final lament and liberation of the lingering soul, the silent accusations of the myriad spirits, still echoed deep within his consciousness, almost crushing his will.

Chaos erosion spreads rapidly through the cracks, bringing a chilling and nihilistic feeling of the soul being devoured.

He felt his body gradually turning into cold, unyielding stone, his consciousness being assimilated by the lamentations of the earth's veins and the malevolent resentment of the dark star.

Just as this consciousness was about to utterly sink into eternal darkness and cold—

laugh!
A faint yet incredibly clear piercing sound came from the crack in the torn earth's crust overhead.

Immediately afterwards, a pure and indescribable aura, like the dawn light, pierced through the smoke and dust of the abyss, the scarlet lava steam, and the viscous dark star energy, and shone precisely on Nezha.

It was a wisp of pure and ethereal energy.

But it is by no means ordinary.

It is as condensed as a substance, with a warm and lustrous color like jade. Inside, it seems to flow with molten crimson light, exuding an indescribable, warm and profound Taoist aura—the essence of the furnace fire of the Eight Trigrams Furnace of the Tushita Palace!

It also contains a profound sense of the origin that encompasses all things and nurtures life, like the purest wisp of life at the beginning of the world.

This pure, spring-like energy, disregarding spatial barriers and filth, was like a life-giving rain imbued with intelligence, instantly penetrating Nezha's withered immortal body.

"Well……"

Nezha let out a sigh that was almost a groan.

The moment the pure energy enters the body, it is as if the parched and cracked earth is blessed with sweet dew.

The lotus root avatar, on the verge of collapse, greedily absorbed this incomparably pure life force. The cracks all over its body were forcibly stopped from spreading under the nourishment of the pure energy, and even faintly revealed a subtle healing glow.

More importantly, the Taiqing Dao pattern on his left arm, which had been flickering and about to go out, suddenly stabilized as if it had been injected with new fuel. The silver light flowed again, suppressing the restless chaos erosion and temporarily sealing it within the crack.

This is not just about stabilizing the injury.

This pure and ethereal energy, originating from the Tushita Palace and infused with the creative power of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the faint affinity that remained within Nezha's body, originating from the embryonic core of chaos!

This affinity was originally an imprint left in his body by the fragments of the Chaos Pearl. It was almost assimilated by the evil power of the Dark Star during the fierce battle in the Abyss, but now, under the purification and stimulation of the pure energy of the furnace fire in the Tushita Palace, it has undergone a miraculous reversal.

It is no longer cold and chaotic, but has become gentle and inclusive, as if it has returned to some primordial state.

hum...

Deep within Nezha's consciousness, a low yet clear resonance resounded.

This resonance did not come from the outside world, but from within himself, from the awakened chaotic affinity, which created an indescribable and subtle connection with the Luzhou land beneath his feet, a land that had been ravaged, still bearing traces of pain and lamentation, yet had finally broken free of its shackles.

(End of this chapter)