Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 593

The demonic runes on the surface of the demonic fetus, which wriggled like living creatures and symbolized blasphemy and pollution, were forcibly peeled off, melted off, and then re-engraved by the "Heart Furnace" law and the Primordial Dao runes contained in the crimson gold liquid under the purification and transformation power of the Karmic Fire Red Lotus Mark!

A brand new "Chaotic Source Core," composed purely of chaotic source power, with its core shimmering with a warm, dark golden luster and its surface flowing with faint yet resilient crimson Dao patterns, condensed and took shape at a visible speed in the center of the furnace!
It no longer exudes destruction and despair, but pulsates with a gentle and vast aura that nourishes all things, balances yin and yang, and stabilizes the earth's veins!

The Karmic Fire Crimson Lotus Mark completed its final mission, like a flame thrown into water, completely merging into the nascent chaotic source core, becoming one of its core operating principles.

Sun Wukong's last remaining wisp of consciousness, carrying a sense of peace and quiet, was like a wanderer returning to his mother's embrace, or like dust returning to the starry sea, completely and utterly merging into the newly born "Chaotic Origin Core".

Light rained down.

The destructive roar of the World-Destroying Furnace subsided completely.

The raging fire and weak water became docile under the pulsation of the source core, and the energy of the conflict and annihilation was transformed into the chaotic source power that nourished the earth.

The source core's form eventually stabilized, transforming into an ancient, warm, neither-gold nor-stone, stone heart with mysterious dark gold patterns and subtle crimson traces covering its surface.

At the bottom of the Pure Karma Valley, the lava no longer erupts, and the Weak Water has shed its filth, leaving only warm "magma" flowing with a faint, chaotic glow.

The chaotic source core, named "Stone Heart," floated quietly above, like the heart of the earth, beating slowly.

With each pulse, an invisible, gentle chaotic energy gently washes over the land like a spring breeze, penetrating every inch of the scorched earth of Beiju Luzhou.

The shattered earth began to heal under the nourishment of the source core, and the life force that had been burned away quietly revived.

The shattered lotus heart of the earth fire, under the direct nourishment of the source core's power, has been completely healed. The lotus platform has stretched out, and its roots have deeply penetrated the earth veins in all directions, making it more resilient and stable than ever before.

Nezha's protective will rests peacefully within, merging with the restored earth.

The roar of the Milky Way had long since ceased, the Weak Water had returned to its riverbed, and the filth and evil thoughts had been purified by Yang Jian's final sacrifice and the aftershocks of the Source Core.

At the breach in the Milky Way caused by the impact of the Weak Water, only faint, stardust-like incense flames, carrying the aura of mortal prayers, flickered in the breeze, as if mourning the Erlang Shen who had fallen to the mortal realm.

Deep within the Kunlun Mountains, all was silent.

That pure essence of the Douluo Purple Fire, formed from the divine soul and Dao fruit of Laozi, burned quietly in the newly pure mountain air of Kunlun Mountain, eternally protecting this land that had once been polluted by evil crystals.

On the surface of the stone core, a fine, dark gold pattern flowed silently for a moment, like a living thing, before disappearing into the depths, as if recording something, or as if nurturing something.

At the same time, a wisp of pure spiritual energy, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, containing a trace of life-giving vitality and the true meaning of alchemy, drifted silently from the depths of the Kunlun Mountain soul, as if crossing countless mountains and rivers, and quietly swept across the surface of the stone heart.

The moment that aura came into contact with the stone heart, it trembled slightly as if reuniting with an old friend, and then completely dissipated, merging into the vast and profound primordial operation of the Chaos Source Core, leaving no trace.

For the first time, the wind in Beiju Luzhou carried a warm and moist scent, gently blowing through Jingye Valley and brushing against that quietly beating stone heart.

After paying an unimaginable and terrible price, the Three Realms, amidst this near-total destruction, finally gave birth to a faint but steadfast hope for new life.

The stone heart that was formed at the cost of the existence of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, is the cornerstone of this new era, the core of chaos that hangs above the Three Realms, operating silently and maintaining balance.

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Ten years after the disaster, in the Pure Land of the Northern Continent.

The ruins of the former world-destroying furnace have been transformed by the power of chaos.

The raging lava river has ceased its rampage, transforming into a gentle, flowing, crimson-gold river that radiates a soft, chaotic glow, nourishing the valley.

In the center of the valley, the stone heart still floats, beneath which flows a warm "magma pool" of chaotic primordial liquid.

A figure, day after day for ten years, sits cross-legged on a warm obsidian stone by the pool.

It is ashes.

The boy has grown into a young man, the naivety has faded from his brow, replaced by the perseverance honed by the trials of life.

The deep purple flame mark between his brows was still there, but it no longer possessed a violent and ferocious aura. Instead, it resonated subtly with the rhythm of his heartbeat, becoming gentle and restrained.

Over the past decade, his chaotic affinity has become the most crucial bridge connecting the Stone Heart and the Luzhou landform.

Every day, he closes his eyes and concentrates, pressing his hands lightly on the ground.

The chaotic affinity originating from the bloodline flows like a gentle stream, penetrating deep into the heart of the stone, and then guiding the gentle source power released by the heart of the stone to soothe and repair the deepest wounds of the Luzhou land.

Each time the channel is opened, it's as if you can hear the earth's soothing groans and grateful whispers.

The stars were sparse that night.

Jinruchang focused his mind on the stone heart.

After ten years of companionship, he and Shi Xin had developed a connection that transcended words.

He could sense the vast, star-like chaotic primordial power within the stone heart, the fragments of Sun Wukong's Great Sage Equal to Heaven's will contained within the dark gold patterns, and the lingering influence of the laws that tempered all things, left by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus Mark.

They did not dissipate, but rather integrated into the fundamental rules of the source core in a more grand and introspective way.

However, tonight, as he guided his source energy to cleanse a barren mountain outside the valley, weakened by the lingering poison of the Dark Star, the moment his fingertips touched the heart of the stone, an unprecedented tremor suddenly surged through him!
Thump...thump...thump...

No longer a steady pulse, but three incredibly clear, heavy, and powerful heartbeats, like the beating of war drums by ancient gods!

Jin shuddered violently, opened his eyes abruptly, and stared at Shi Xin in disbelief.

For a fleeting moment, a faint yet incredibly familiar golden-red halo seemed to pass over the ancient stone surface!

"Great Sage?" Jin's voice was hoarse, trembling with disbelief.

He practically lunged to the stone heart, pressing his palms tightly against its cool surface, holding his breath, and immersing himself completely in it.

Silence. Only the constant, gentle beating of the stone heart.

Was it just an illusion? Or a hallucination born from ten years of solitary guarding?

Disappointment, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed Jin.

The weariness, loneliness, and endless longing for the deceased that had accumulated over the past ten years could no longer be contained at this moment.

Scalding tears, without warning, burst from my eyes and dripped onto the silent obsidian, making a soft "sizzling" sound.

“Great Sage…Yang Jian Zhenjun…Laojun…Brother Nezha…” he choked up, like a lost child, “You…are all gone…leaving only it…leaving only me…”

Tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto his stone heart.

The instant that scalding tear touched his stone heart—

hum! ! !
Inside the stone heart, a faint but pure golden light that had been dormant for ten years suddenly shone brightly!
Like a dormant volcano awakened, an overwhelming torrent of will, carrying a familiar, playful yet endlessly weary and gratified sentiment, crashed into Jin's mind:
"Idiot...why are you crying?" The voice was ethereal, yet as clear as a thunderclap in Jin's ears!

"what!"

Jin was struck dumb, jerking back his hand and staggering a step backward, his wide eyes filled with extreme shock and ecstasy! It wasn't an illusion!
That voice, that tone… it’s the Monkey King, Sun Wukong!
"Great Sage! It's the Great Sage! You're still...you're still alive!"

Jin's words were incoherent, and his tears flowed even more fiercely, yet they were tears of joy.

On the surface of the stone core, the golden-red halo shone again, clearer and more stable than before.

Its light flickers like breath, accompanied by the heavy thumping of a heartbeat, each beat seemingly accumulating even greater power.

"You've been working so hard guarding this place..."

The thought returned, carrying a subtle sense of emotion and warmth, before disappearing, as if the exchange had exhausted the power that had just been gathered.

But the sound of his heartbeat was even more firm and powerful.

Thump thump... thump thump...

This heartbeat is like a horn piercing through time and space.

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The top of Kunlun Mountain.

The essence of purple fire, imprinted deep within the mountain's soul, seemed to be awakened by the distant sound of drums.

A burst of pure purple light suddenly shone, transforming into a wisp of elixir-like energy, fine as a spider's thread yet condensed to its utmost perfection.

This elixir contains the supreme Daoist wisdom of the Supreme Dao Ancestor and the purest vitality of the newborn spiritual veins of Kunlun Mountain.

Ignoring the barriers of mountains and rivers, like a fledgling returning to its nest, it crossed endless space and precisely merged into the Pure Land Valley of Beiju Luzhou, disappearing into that increasingly pulsating stone heart!

The rhythm of the stone heartbeat became even more harmonious the moment it merged with this wisp of Kunlun Dan Qi, and a life force that nurtures all things burst forth from it.

In the southern continent of Jambudvipa, in an unnamed valley.

Inside a simple yet clean thatched hut, the aroma of medicinal herbs filled the air.

A man with white hair and wearing coarse linen clothes is intently grinding herbs.

His face was thin and frail, and a dark red scar running down his forehead replaced his once bright and radiant third eye. There was no longer any fluctuation of magical power around him, only a calm and reassuring aura of benevolence.

It was Yang Jian, who had fallen to the mortal realm and whose immortal bones had been shattered.

Although he lost his divine eyes and all his divine powers, he practiced medicine and helped people in the mortal world. With his mortal body, he helped quell the plague after the Weak Flood and saved countless lives.

The people, grateful for his kindness, spontaneously built a small shrine for him at the mountain pass. Although the incense offerings were meager, their sincerity was profound.

At that moment, his hand, which was grinding medicine with a pestle, suddenly paused. It wasn't the sound of a heartbeat, but a throbbing sensation that came from the depths of his soul.

He subconsciously looked up at the northern horizon. A pure and warm wisp of incense smoke, carrying the devout prayers of countless mortals, rose from the small shrine, ignoring the barriers of the mortal world, transforming into a faint silver light that streaked across the sky and merged into the stone heart of Pure Karma Valley!
The incense and prayers contained gratitude for the "Manifestation of the Holy Lord" in curing diseases and calamities, as well as respect and love for the benevolent heart and skill of "Doctor Yang".

This power, though not divine, carries the most basic beliefs of all people.

The silver light seeped into the stone, like a clear spring flowing into a furnace. A layer of warm silver luster appeared on the surface of the stone's core. The part of Yang Jian's incense divinity and the imprint of "the Way of Justice" within it, under the wash of the prayers of all living beings, transformed like a nirvana, faintly turning into the phantom of an invisible "scale of the heart".

Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple.

On the lotus throne, the Buddha Tathagata, with his majestic appearance, gazed into the void, as if penetrating the three realms and seeing the beating stone heart in the Pure Land Valley.

He smiled, plucked a flower, nodded, and whispered:

"Excellent, excellent. Nirvana is complete, and the Pure Land is within reach."

Having finished speaking, the Buddha lightly touched the ground with his fingertip. Deep within the Lingshan Sutra Repository, a glass box, nurtured by the Buddha's light for countless years, silently opened.

Inside the box was not a scripture or magical artifact, but a golden hair that shimmered with a faint light!
This is what Sun Wukong left behind when he first attained Buddhahood and listened to lectures at Mount Ling, containing a wisp of his pure original divine thought and the ability to create clones from his hairs.

The hair transformed into a tiny golden rainbow, piercing through the Buddhist kingdom of Lingshan and instantly disappearing into the heart of the Pure Land!

Complete! The last missing fragment of the divine soul has finally been returned to its place!

boom--! ! !
The stone heart suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented light!
It is no longer a single golden-red or chaotic dark gold, but a fusion of the jade-like bluish-white of Kunlun Dan Qi, the pure silver glow of mortal incense, and the brilliant golden light of the Buddha's light of the sacred mountain, finally unified on the all-encompassing chaotic dark gold background!

The earth veins of Pure Karma Valley roared, and the gentle chaotic river of light surged with enormous waves!
The enormous stone core trembled violently amidst the dazzling light, and the mysterious patterns on its surface flowed and recombinated wildly!
Click... click...

Fine cracks instantly spread across the stone core!
"It's...it's coming out!"

Jin trembled with excitement, staring intently at the radiant core.

The next moment, the stone heart shattered!

It wasn't a devastating explosion, but rather like a celestial embryo emerging from its shell. Amidst the bursting forth of countless rays of light and auspicious energy, a figure strode out proudly, riding on the surging chaotic flames!

The golden armor was long gone, replaced by a dark gold battle robe formed from the purest chaotic source energy, with faint crimson Dao traces flowing across it, as if it were alive.

The figure remained upright, and the outline of the hairy face and thunder god's mouth was still vaguely the same as before, but those fiery golden eyes had completely transformed—the golden light was restrained, as deep as the ancient starry sky, reflecting the flow of chaotic nebulae, as if containing the ultimate truth of the rules of the three realms.

On his forehead, a mark with a dark gold base and crimson flame patterns replaced the karmic lotus, exuding supreme majesty that made his words law.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, has returned!

However, in essence, it is already the manifestation of the chaotic source core, the manifestation of the rules of the three realms on the material level!

He lowered his head slightly, looking at his newly grown hands.

In the palm of his hand, a miniature chaotic nebula slowly rotated, endlessly arising and ceasing.

He raised his eyes, gazing at the ceaselessly flowing Milky Way on the horizon. Without needing to perform hand seals or chant incantations, he simply uttered a single word, carrying the will of the very essence of rules:
"Tianhe, freeze!"

Follow your words!
It felt as if an invisible, colossal hand, spanning the entire universe, was gently caressing us.

The once turbulent Milky Way, occasionally rippling with gentle waves, instantly became incredibly gentle and smooth as a mirror, without a single ripple.

The danger of backflow has been completely eliminated.

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(End of this chapter)