Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 594

This scene moved Jin deeply, bringing tears to his eyes.

However, before he could even utter a call, Sun Wukong's gaze had already turned to the ground beneath his feet, to the "Earth Fire Lotus Heart" that stabilized the earth's veins.

"Brother, after ten years of slumber, it's time to wake up!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, filled with the excitement of reunion. He gently cupped his palm, and a wisp of pure source energy separated from the chaotic nebula, flowing into the depths of the lotus heart like sweet rain.

The lotus heart suddenly burst forth with a dazzling crimson-gold light!

The power of the earth's fire deep within the veins was activated, transforming into raging flames that surged wildly into the lotus platform!

Click!

The crimson lotus platform burst open amidst the raging flames!

A figure shot into the sky from the endless flames!

The flaming spear clanged, and the fiery wheels were rekindled!
Enveloped in flames, the young deity is reborn from the ashes! It is none other than Nezha!
The lotus root's Dharma body has been reshaped, making it even more refined and handsome. Its brows have lost some of their playfulness and gained more of the composure and vicissitudes tempered by the earth's fire.

However, on his left arm, there were crimson, brand-like Dao patterns that were slightly hot. These were the marks of his complete fusion with the Earth's core and his control over the molten lava veins. They were also the price of his new life and a symbol of his power.

Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels, hovered in the air. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Wukong before him, he grinned, revealing a long-lost smile with a touch of roguishness, though his voice was somewhat hoarse:
"You impudent monkey! Don't you owe me those ten jars of peach wine?"

Sun Wukong laughed heartily, his eyes flashing with golden light: "You'll get your share! There'll be plenty later!"

Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky above the nameless valley in the Southern Continent.

Suddenly, the small shrine dedicated to Yang Jian burst forth with pure golden light that soared into the sky!

Amidst the golden light, Yang Jian's mortal body was bathed in the rich power of incense and prayers.

His white hair remained, but his coarse linen clothes transformed into a silver-white divine robe. Though he wore no armor, he possessed an awe-inspiring and unassailable divine might.

The scar on his forehead, flowing in the golden light, did not appear ferocious at all; instead, it transformed into a vertical silver divine pattern, resembling a scale!

This is the divine status he was reshaped and advanced into after losing his Heavenly Eye and combat power, through the faith and incense offerings of the people—"Heart Scales"!
It can see the origin of good and evil in all things and maintain the balance of the laws of the three realms!

With one step, the incense and prayers beneath his feet coalesced into cloud steps, leading him straight to the ninth heaven.

Although it lacks the power of the God of War of yesteryear, the divine nature of the "Scales of the Heart," which is insightful and impartial, exudes an even greater and more profound pressure.

"Great Sage, Third Prince, it's been a long time."

Yang Jian's voice was calm, carrying a clarity born of experience.

He looked at Sun Wukong, then at Nezha, and finally his gaze fell on the shattered remains of the stone heart, everything was understood without words.

Kunlun Mountains, beside the newly formed Lingyu jade vein.

The eternally burning essence of purple fire swayed slightly, and a gentle and kind gaze seemed to transcend space, watching over the reunion in the Pure Karma Valley.

A flash of spiritual light pointed towards a stubborn rock beside the mine, imbued with rich spiritual energy.

Bathed in light, the surface of the stubborn rock transformed into jade, Dao patterns flowing across it. Finally, with a "crack," it split open, and a delicately carved Daoist boy, radiating pure Daoist energy, sprang forth, his eyes both innocent and brimming with intelligence. Within the essence of purple fire, the phantom of Laozi stroking his beard flashed by, and a kind voice resounded in the boy's ear:

“Foolish child, from this day forward, your name will be ‘Xuanlu’. You shall inherit my Dao of alchemy and use the furnace fire to illuminate the creation of heaven and earth.”

The Mysterious Furnace Boy seemed to understand, but instinctively bowed respectfully in the direction of the Purple Fire Essence.

Thirty years after the disaster, a new era celebration.

The Three Realms rejoice together, and a banquet is held in the Three Heavens!

The first banquet was held on the banks of the Milky Way.

The weak water transforms into the most mellow and fragrant wine, its clear liquid reflecting the dazzling Milky Way.

The Dragon Clan presents their most magnificent water dance, with dragons soaring and phoenixes singing in harmony, amidst the shimmering water and ethereal music.

The former battlefield has been transformed into a sea of ​​celebration.

The second banquet was held atop Kunlun Mountain.

Made with fresh chalcedony, the cake is crystal clear and full of vitality.

The mountain god played an ancient chime, the sound like a clear spring striking rocks, cleansing the soul.

The sacred mountain, shrouded in auspicious clouds, is graced by the presence of mythical beasts, all celebrating its new life.

The third banquet was held in the Pure Land Valley of the Northern Continent.

Cooked with earth fire, the aroma is irresistible, taken from the gentle, primordial river of light.

All the demons gathered together, with no more barriers, their roars like thunder and their songs shaking the heavens, expressing their joy at surviving the calamity.

The young Xuanlu Boy, who had just begun to understand alchemy, clumsily tried to refine his first batch of "Harmony Pills" in front of the small furnace. As the furnace fire flickered, the kind and benevolent phantom of Laozi stroking his beard would occasionally flash by.

Yang Jian held a jade mirror in his hand, his gentle gaze sweeping over the various tribes, discerning their hearts, and maintaining a harmonious and joyous order.

Nezha, holding a giant beast leg strung on his Fire-Tipped Spear, drank with several demon kings by the campfire. The Dao patterns on his left arm shone brightly in the firelight, and his laughter was hearty.

Jin sat quietly beside Sun Wukong, gazing at the magnificent scene before him, the purple flame mark between his brows serene and peaceful.

Sun Wukong raised the wine cup made from the Weak Water of the Milky Way. The magnificent scene of the Three Heavens Banquet was reflected in the cup, as were his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky.

He surveyed all the gods and Buddhas, mortal beings, mountain spirits and wild monsters, and proclaimed in a loud voice:
What is the name of this banquet?

His voice echoed throughout the Three Realms, but no one answered. All eyes were focused on him, on the slightly pulsating chaotic crystal in his palm, formed from the last bit of the Stone Heart's core—the source of his incarnation and the cornerstone of the new Three Realms.

As Jin gazed at the pulsating crystal, feeling the sense of inclusiveness, protection, and rebirth it contained, his heart suddenly felt enlightened.

He stood up, his voice clear and resonant, carrying the richness of the Luzhou land and the wisdom accumulated over ten years of guarding, echoing throughout Jingye Valley and resounding across the Three Heavens:

"The name 'Return to the Source'—!"

He cradled the pulsating chaotic crystal in his hands, as if cradling the hope of a world:

"Having weathered all the tribulations, my heart finds its home... in reunion!" With those words, Jin raised the crystal high in his hand!
The crystal suddenly shone brightly! It broke free from Jin's grasp, transforming into a stream of chaotic light that shot straight into the heavens!

The flowing light stretched, extended, and diffused in the starry space, eventually transforming into a slowly flowing chaotic star curtain that covered the entire Three Realms.

The starry sky is as deep as black jade, and the billions of stars on it are not fixed, but rather chaotic nebulae that are born and die like living things, radiating a gentle yet tenacious protective power.

This star curtain is the eternal manifestation of the will of the Chaos Source Core, and the sacrificed one's guardianship in another form.

It shines upon the three realms, isolates external demons, smooths the earth's veins, and prevents calamities from ever invading again!
Beneath the starry sky, the banquet in the Three Heavens resounded with cheers. Whether gods and Buddhas, or mortals and spirits, all raised their glasses in celebration.

Tears and smiles mingled, sacrifice and rebirth coexisted. Though the calamity was devastating, and heroes may have passed away or been reborn, hope endures and the spirit lives on.

This is the great reunion of life after death; above the ashes of calamity, the original spark of life is finally seen, eternally undying.

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A chaotic star curtain hangs in the nine heavens, like the breath of an ancient giant god. As its halo flows, stardust falls silently like rain across the three realms.

This celestial canopy, formed from a stone heart, is neither gold nor stone, seemingly there yet not there. On it, billions of chaotic nebulae slowly arise and perish. Each cycle of light and darkness draws upon the most fundamental laws of the Three Realms to tremble and mend.

After being tempered by the calamities, the world, under the gentle yet resilient protective power, finally ushered in a new era of order reshaping and the flourishing of all things.

The Milky Way, which flows ceaselessly from the heavens and contains endless stellar power, yet is also extremely yin and cold, has long since shed its former violent and ferocious nature under the soothing and calming power of the vast starry sky.

The river surface was as smooth as a piece of deep black jade, calm and undisturbed.

Deep within the water, aquatic algae, nourished by the primordial energy of the starry sky, grow in clusters, swaying gently with the waves and emitting a soft, pure emerald halo, like a constellation of stars sinking to the bottom of the water.

As the algae leaves unfurl, wisps of pure, clear water essence are extracted and condensed, rising gently and merging into the starry sky that covers the heavens, nourishing this fundamental barrier that protects the three realms.

On the smooth, jade-like rocks along the shore, a white jade toad lies lazily, bathed in starlight.

Beneath their crystalline membranes, pale blue veins are clearly visible. With each long breath, wisps of cool light, mixed with the essence of the moon, slowly emerge from their mouths and noses, merging into the tranquil Weak Water, where they intertwine and reflect the emerald glow of the water algae, dyeing the Milky Way a dreamlike turquoise.

The Tianhe Navy patrolling among them, their Xuanjia armor also bathed in a layer of warm starlight, propelled their light boats covered with mysterious star patterns. As the oars passed, the Weak Water remained undisturbed, leaving only streaks of silver starlight trails.

The soldiers carefully collected the purest water essence, which was mixed with weak water and dissipated between the water spirit algae and the jade toad's breathing, through the mouths of specially made jade bottles with starlight runes.

These vital energies eventually transform into gentle streams that nourish the starry sky, feeding back into the dome that protects them.

Beiju Luzhou, this scorched land that was once repeatedly ravaged by earth fire and evil energy, has now been transformed.

Nezha, riding on his Wind-Fire Wheels, hovered above a newly grown, lush meadow. The crimson, brand-like mark on his left arm flickered slightly, echoing the pulse of the earth beneath his feet.

As his gaze fell, he lightly touched the air with his toes, and the scorched earth below melted like ice and snow. Several lotus flowers, each the size of a bowl and swirling with crimson flames, bloomed out of thin air. Warm currents from the earth's veins burst forth from the lotus hearts, nourishing the cracked land and spurring forth tender green shoots that quickly spread into a vast expanse.

The once raging and violent subterranean fire is now as gentle as a warm spring, flowing quietly deep underground. Wherever it passes, it no longer leaves destructive scorches, but instead nourishes beautiful red jade veins, their color like solidified sunset, containing gentle and pure subterranean fire energy.

Deep within the mine, Jin's figure stood as steady as a mountain.

He led the miners in a solemn and ancient ceremony.

A burly man from Luzhou, his expression solemn, took a mithril knife and swiftly sliced ​​it across his palm. Crimson blood gushed out instantly, dripping into a winding natural fissure at the heart of the mine.

The blood did not splatter, but was instantly absorbed by the thirsty earth. Then, the blood-dripping crack in the ground suddenly lit up with a soft and sacred crimson light. This red light spread like ripples, and the entire mine wall hummed gently.

A moment later, several fist-sized, warm and translucent pieces of red jade, like ripe fruit, slowly emerged from the red-glowing rock wall and rolled onto the soft mat laid out by the miners.

No brute force is needed to split mountains and shatter rocks; only sincerity and reverence for sacrifice are required to receive Mother Earth's generous gifts.

The purple flame mark between Jin's eyebrows burned peacefully, its chaotic affinity flowing like mercury, silently soothing the slight tremors of the earth caused by the mineral precipitation, maintaining this hard-won balance.

The majestic Kunlun Mountains, with thousands of peaks vying for beauty and countless valleys shrouded in clouds.

Deep within the mountain, the purple fire essence transformed from Laozi's divine soul and Dao fruit still burns quietly and eternally at the core of the newly formed mineral vein.

Beside the spirit, the Xuanlu Boy, who had grown into a handsome young man, sat cross-legged on a naturally formed jade futon.

Facing a group of herb-gathering children and novice cultivators just beginning their journey in alchemy, he spoke in a clear voice, expounding on the profound principles of alchemy: "...The key to controlling the heat lies in one's mind. A fierce fire easily burns and scorches the food, while a gentle fire slowly nurtures the true spirit. Just like the energy of Kunlun Mountain, which seems still but contains the vitality of eternity, following its pulse to draw out the energy is the way of creation."

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of pure Doushuai Purple Flame essence overflowed from his soul, flowing like a serpent into a small jade alchemy furnace in front of him. The furnace fire instantly turned from red to blue, becoming warm and peaceful, and the aroma of medicine filled the air.

At that moment, a child clinging to the cliff to collect snow lotus suddenly found the rock beneath his feet weathering and crumbling!
"Oh!"

Before the scream had even faded, the hard rock beside him softened and bulged as if it were alive, transforming into a giant rock hand with clear, rugged weathering patterns on its edges, characteristic of the old-fashioned mountain god and land.

The stone palm steadily supported the falling child, gently placing him back on the safe mountain path. Then, it silently sank and healed, returning to its ordinary state as a rock.

The herb-gathering boys were startled at first, then respectfully bowed towards the mountain rocks.

These "spiritual shadows" guarding the mountains are the remnants of the mountain gods and land deities who perished while protecting the mountains. They were continuously nurtured and enlightened by the eternal elixir energy in the purple fire essence left by Laozi, and finally merged with the newborn mountain soul of Kunlun, becoming the silent and loyal guardians of this sacred mountain.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate, a sea of ​​clouds surges.

A staircase, formed from the pure power of incense offerings and starlight, descends from the majestic Heavenly Gate, passes through layers of clouds, and lands steadily before a towering monument of merit in the mortal realm of Jambudvipa.

The inscription records the great achievements of Chen Yu, a sage among men, who devoted his life to controlling floods and bringing peace to the people.

At this moment, the monument shone with golden light, and countless golden points of light, formed from the prayers and wishes of the people, converged from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, entwining around Chen Yu's old but upright body.

As the light shifted, his coarse linen clothes transformed into a simple, pale gold robe, and his white hair moved without wind, as if he were bathed in invisible holy light.

Chen Yu took a deep breath and stepped firmly onto the first Silver Radiance Step.

The steps beneath my feet rippled like water, gently supported by the starlight, and I felt no strain at all.

He climbed the steps one by one, his figure growing taller and taller in the gazing eyes of the mortals, until he finally passed through the golden, gleaming South Heavenly Gate.

The celestial soldiers guarding the gate stood solemnly, halberds in hand, and bowed in respect. This was the first new heavenly law promulgated by Yang Jian after he used the power of his "Heart Scales" divine status to re-establish the order of the Three Realms:

The outdated rule of "separation between immortals and mortals" is abolished. Anyone who performs great deeds that benefit all living beings can have their body cast into a golden statue by the incense offerings of the people. Following this silvery heavenly staircase, they can reach the gate of heaven, join the ranks of immortals, and enjoy the pure bliss of heaven and earth.

Once this path is opened, the gap between immortals and mortals is no longer an insurmountable chasm.

(End of this chapter)