Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 590

"Fake? Real? Flower Fruit Mountain... Heavenly Court... Believe... or not?"

Chaotic whispers battled within my mind.

The nightmare backfired with a jolt, and even more ferocious evil thoughts pierced through like ice spikes: "He's lying to you! He's lying to you!! He's the one who destroyed Flower Fruit Mountain! He's the one who wants to destroy the world!"

"what--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from Yang Jian's chest!
He suddenly raised his left hand, his five fingers forming hooks, the tips of which were wrapped with shattered silver light and the most fervent divine blood from his heart, and fiercely stabbed it into his own third eye, which was completely corrupted and flowing with a purplish-black viscous liquid!

puff!

The sound of flesh and divine power crystals being forcibly ripped out was enough to make your teeth ache!
He held an "eyeball" mixed with silver light and filthy blood in his palm!
A huge bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and divine blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his silver armor red.

The unimaginable pain brought a moment of clarity that transcended madness!
"My heart...is...the scales of justice!"

Yang Jian roared, covered in blood, and slammed the gouged-out remnant of the Heavenly Eye, stained with the power of the Nightmare and his own divine blood, into the churning Heavenly River Lava Main Vein!
The moment the wreckage left his hand, it burst forth with a final, dazzling silver-purple radiance. Within it, Yang Jian's divine justice of "absolute fairness" merged with his heart's essence, transforming into an enormous, slightly tilted, yet blood-red phantom of silver scales!

"town--!!!"

The scales crashed down, one end plunging into the raging lava core, the other hovering above the Weak Water. The churning lava waves momentarily halted, letting out a defiant roar, like a dragon forcibly restrained by an invisible weight! Though only temporarily, it bought the Heavenly River Battlefield a precious respite!

Luzhou Jingye Valley.

The three-colored furnace roared and vibrated. The light of the jade marrow from Kunlun on the furnace wall dimmed rapidly. Several of the Weak Water Star Chains broke. The lava runes pulsating in the Lotus Heart of Earth Fire at the bottom of the furnace flickered and were about to go out. The cracks widened again!

Inside the furnace, the outline of Sun Wukong's transparent soul began to blur and sway. The shadow of the chaotic nightmare had expanded to almost fill the entire furnace chamber. Countless sharp, malicious spiritual tentacles wrapped around his soul, tearing and ripping it wildly, trying to completely assimilate and devour his last existence!

Outside the furnace, Jin sat cross-legged on the shattered rocks, burning purplish-black flames overflowing from his seven orifices, his body convulsing violently from the impact of the nightmare and the backlash from the earth's veins.

The huge orb of light above, representing the state of the Earth Fire Lotus Heart, was now covered with cracks like a spider web, and its light was as dim as a candle in the wind. It looked like it would completely collapse at any moment!
Just as the earth's fiery foundation that sustains the furnace is about to be extinguished!
Jin suddenly opened his eyes! Those eyes, which had once turned into a chaotic vortex, now burned with a pure and extreme fire of will—the deepest love and responsibility of the son of Luzhou, the guardian born from chaos, for this scarred land!
"Brother Nezha...the protection...cannot be broken!"

Ember's will, like a final shout, pierced through the furnace's walls and crashed into the shattered core of the Earth Fire Lotus!

He no longer tried to fight against the remaining chaotic seed in his body. Instead, he poured his innate and most primal chaotic affinity into the cracked lotus heart as if burning his life force!

Om-!
The crimson-gold sphere, which had been dim and on the verge of extinction, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance!
It was not simply the light of flames, but a warm and vast crimson-gold color that blended the inclusiveness of chaos with the vitality of the earth! Wherever the light reached, the cracks in the Kunlun Jade Marrow on the crumbling furnace wall were forcibly healed by this power containing the affinity of chaos, and the Weak Water Star Chain condensed once again!

Even more astonishingly, at the core of the lotus heart sphere, which was riddled with cracks, where the chaotic affinity of the ashes had been infused, a pure golden bud had stubbornly and vibrantly emerged from the deepest crack!

"Purifying the World...Fire Lotus!"

The will of the ash and the wisp of guardian spirit awakened in the depths of the lotus heart of Nezha resonated together under the catalysis of the affinity of chaos!
boom!
Outside the furnace, an enormous, golden lotus flower appeared out of thin air, its petals closing to gently yet firmly envelop the entire three-colored furnace!

The lotus flower embodies the all-encompassing and purifying flames of chaos, radiating a powerful force that soothes the earth's veins and isolates external evils!

This is the merging of the beliefs of Jin and Nezha, the ultimate manifestation of the power of the earth veins of Luzhou! It bought crucial time for Sun Wukong, who was enduring the tribulation of burning his soul inside the furnace, and for the heart furnace that maintained the last hope of the Three Realms!
In the belly of Kunlun Mountain, before the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Laozi's Taoist robe was tattered and worn from the erosion of divine blood and evil energy.

He looked at the mine entrance, which was submerged by the amethyst horde, and at the vein, which was now deathly silent and polluted by the power of the evil crystal. His eyes no longer held their usual indifferent calmness, but were filled with a martyr-like resolve.

"All living beings...have their own remedy..."

Lao Jun muttered to himself, then suddenly slapped his forehead with his palm!
A brilliant, sun-like pure yang purple aura, condensing his life's cultivation and life essence, was poured into the violently shaking Bagua Furnace like a dragon!

The furnace lid was suddenly flung open!

The furnace contained not elixirs, but countless contaminated fragments of Kunlun jade marrow, crystallized evil energy, and even the fragmented divinity of immortals and gods who had died in battle!
Under the frenzied burning of the Douluo Purple Flame and the catalysis of Laozi's natal Dao Source, all these "impurities" began to undergo an incredible reversal and fusion!
A masterful touch! A warm, inclusive, and infinitely vibrant emerald light gathers and expands at the heart of the furnace!

"The Panacea... Go!"

Laozi's hair and beard instantly turned as white as snow. With his last bit of strength, he pointed at the green light in the heart of the furnace!
The azure pill transformed into a stream of light that pierced through the void, carrying the power of creation and purification. Ignoring space, it instantly shot into the core of the Heavenly River, where turbulent waves surged, lava raged, and water demons rampaged!
The pill dissolves instantly upon contact with water! An unparalleled vitality, containing the power of withered trees to spring back to life and the power of death to revive, spreads like a gentle azure star ring to every corner of the Milky Way!

A miracle happened!

Those withered and charred fragments of aquatic algae floating in the turbid lava flow, upon contact with this turquoise halo, visibly re-unfurled and became vibrant green again!
A boundless vitality burst forth, transforming into pale green purifying light spots, like billions of fireflies, actively drifting towards the bloodshot, demonized Jade Toads and mutated aquatic creatures.

The light merged into their contaminated bodies, the violent crimson quickly faded, and the mad eyes regained a trace of bewilderment, which then turned into pain and repentance.

The demonic influence is fading!

The withered algae are reviving and spontaneously purifying the polluted waters of the Milky Way!

Lao Jun staggered backward, barely managing to stand by holding onto the scorching furnace wall.

His pale face gazed at the wisp of eerie energy remaining in the furnace, as thin as a hair yet stubbornly wriggling, carrying a trace of unformed demonic energy. His eyes held a weariness that seemed to have seen through eternity and an unfathomable worry:

"Nine revolutions to form a cycle... just now... eight and a half revolutions?"

The whisper, like a sigh, dissipated in the cold winds of Kunlun.

Within the three-colored furnace, gently enveloped by the Pure World Fire Lotus, the shadow of the Chaotic Nightmare, like ink-black pus accumulated over billions of years, has completely corroded every inch of the furnace.

Its countless invisible tentacles have deeply pierced into Sun Wukong's soul shadow, which is now only a transparent outline. They greedily suck up the painful memories of all living beings that he carries, and want to completely tear apart, assimilate, and turn this last "wedge of balance" into nourishment for its own growth and eventual devouring of the Three Realms!

Victory seemed within reach, but the core of the shadow emitted a silent yet trembling shriek that shook the very rules of existence.

Just as this soul shadow was about to completely disintegrate—

On Sun Wukong's already blurred and almost unrecognizable soul-like face, a faint yet indescribably pure light suddenly shone.

That was not supernatural power, but rather the sole and last remaining imprint of unwavering devotion, forged from the deepest recesses of consciousness and tempered through endless suffering:

"The collapse of heaven and earth can be forgiven. The extinction of gods and Buddhas can be forgiven. But the three realms...and all living beings...cannot be forgiven!"

Eight words, silently echoing in the core of the soul shadow that was about to be extinguished, shook the very source more than the scream of the Chaos Nightmare!

The moment that brand lit up was like a tiny sun being ignited in absolute darkness!

It neither attacks nor defends; it simply exists!
A pure existence that transcends right and wrong, purity and impurity, with only the meaning of protection!
The countless tentacles of the Nightmare that entangled and tore at the soul's shadow, upon contact with the pure "Guardian" mark of light, were like a red-hot iron piercing through snow!

"Zizzi——!"

An irresistible "burning" that originates from existence itself has occurred!

The formless and intangible essence of the Nightmare, which should have been unharmed, was transformed by the pure light of this protective intent. Like dark ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, it emitted a shrill, silent howl and began to twist, boil, and melt violently!
It was horrified to discover that the heart furnace of this soul shadow was not the karmic fuel or chaotic breeding ground it had expected, but rather... emptiness!

It is not emptiness, but rather "no karma" like a clear mirror!
Neither good nor evil, neither pure nor impure, neither self nor attached, only one mark remains—all beings cannot be let down!

This mark is like the blazing sun, and the nightmare, the ultimate dark side formed by the reflections of the negative karma of all living beings, is precisely its only fuel and its only nemesis!
Karma has no root; inner demons arise from within. When the bearer's heart is free from the hindrance of karma, and only has the obsession to protect beyond karmic obstacles, this demonic mirror that reflects the shadows of all beings becomes the oil that ignites a fire!

"Do not--!"

The nightmare emitted its first and last soul-piercing scream since its birth, filled with fear and bewilderment.

Its massive, furnace-filled shadow core, under the burning of pure protective intent, rapidly collapsed and condensed like snowflakes thrown into a furnace!
Sun Wukong, barefoot and sitting cross-legged at the heart of the furnace, his soul and shadow transparent, slowly raised his equally transparent right hand and gently pressed it against the dark shadow that was howling and collapsing under the blazing sun's imprint.

His movements were incredibly slow, yet they seemed to resonate with the rhythm of the entire furnace, and even the entire universe.

"Burning in the flames of karma, one sees one's true nature." Transparent lips parted, and the silent mantra resounded throughout the furnace: "Shadows return to nothingness, nightmares... turn to dust."

The palm fell, without a deafening collision, only a tranquility like water and milk blending together, or ice melting and snow thawing.

The chaotic nightmare that had gathered the immeasurable karmic obstacles of all living beings and almost dragged the Three Realms into the abyss, completely lost its final form and struggle under his palm. It collapsed and condensed into a cool and jade-like black lotus seed, the size of a longan, with deep dark gold patterns flowing throughout its body!
The lotus seed fell into my palm, its touch warm and cool. There was no longer any violent demonic nature within it, only a strange tranquility after countless eons of karma had settled, faintly in sync with the pulse of the earth's veins in the three realms.

Sun Wukong's transparent soul stared at the black lotus seed in his palm, a faint smile seemingly curving his lips.

Outside the furnace, the Pure Fire Lotus, which envelops the furnace, blooms silently.

The furnace is opened, the lotus blossoms, and the karmic fire ceases.

The raging, roaring celestial lava was smoothed out as if by an invisible giant hand. The dark purple evil light faded away, and the scorching red waves retreated gently into the cracks in the earth's veins. The surging weak water became clear again, surrounding the newly revived, vibrant water algae.

The demonized aquatic creature looked around blankly, its crimson eyes gradually being replaced by clarity.

Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, the pervasive amethyst cold tide dissipated rapidly, like morning dew evaporated by the sun.

Sun Wukong stood above the Milky Way, holding in his palm the black lotus seed that had shrunk from the chaos of the nightmare.

It is neither gold nor stone, has a cool touch, and is as deep and dark as the darkest abyss in the universe, absorbing all the light around it.

The magnificent feat of encompassing the three realms within the furnace just now seemed to have truly averted a catastrophe. However, there was not a trace of joy of victory on Sun Wukong's face. His fiery golden eyes were fixed on the lotus seed in his palm, and deep within the golden light was an intense and unyielding solemnity.

The Buddha said, "The demonic embryo undergoes nine transformations into Nirvana..."

He murmured to himself, as if verifying something. A wisp of Buddhist light emanated from his fingertips, which he carefully brushed across the surface of the lotus seed.

The seemingly smooth and flawless black shell revealed countless fine, intricate, and extremely twisted dark purple magic patterns the moment it was touched by the Buddha's light!

These magical runes were not artificially created; rather, they were the very chaotic laws etched at the beginning of the universe, radiating a primal malice that chills the soul.

What shocked Sun Wukong even more was that the "nature" of this demonic pattern was the same as the blasphemous rune that eternally suppressed the dark purple evil crystal at the bottom of the furnace in the Tushita Palace, and the evil pattern on the purple-black crystal tablet that Nezha destroyed deep in the heart of Beiju Luzhou!
They all point to that primordial state before chaos and order, a concrete manifestation of pure "destruction" and "disorder".

"As expected... it's neither dead nor annihilated, but dormant." Sun Wukong's voice was icy. He could clearly sense that this lotus seed was not an inanimate object.

It is like an extremely greedy and cunning seed, silently sucking up every last bit of dark "nutrients" left after the calamity of the Three Realms.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the celestial officials who had narrowly escaped demonization schemed and plotted against each other to fill the power vacuum; on the scorched earth of the mortal realm, the greedy faces of those who looted resources and even fought each other for water and land while rebuilding their homes; in the depths of the underworld, the resentment of the dead souls fueled by their unwillingness to accept their fate... These subtle yet ubiquitous "karma" and "obstacles," thread by thread, transcended space, like being attracted by an invisible magnet, continuously flowing into that tiny black lotus seed.

Inside the lotus seed, an even larger, purer, and more primordial demonic embryo, along with the complete illumination of the ninth layer of demonic runes, is being conceived and accumulated in the profound "Nirvana," awaiting the moment to break free.

That is the true "Ninth Transformation"!
(End of this chapter)