Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 608

At the critical moment!
"hold head high--!"

The earth-shaking roar of the dragon resounded through the sky!
Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, led his elite dragon army to the scene just in time!

They had long detected the abnormality of the earth's veins in this area and had been on guard in secret.

"Draw in the Weak Water! Block the Earth's Fire!"

Ao Run waved his dragon claw, and the powerful water elemental force connected with the Milky Way.

Several azure water dragons, condensed from the essence of the Milky Way's weak water, descended like the Milky Way from the heavens, precisely pouncing on the roaring fiery python and the surging lava, attempting to cool, intercept, and guide them towards the pre-designated isolation depression.

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The clash between water and fire produced a cloud of white mist, which significantly slowed down the surging lava.

The dragons' power to control water was now manifested as a means of saving the world.

However, just as the Dragon Clan was about to exert all its strength and control the situation, saving Qinghe Village from destruction.

A roar filled with anger and icy rejection exploded from the villagers who were being rescued below!
The speaker was none other than a young foreman craftsman under Mo Yan's command who had participated in the blast. Having witnessed the power of the dragon race, he showed no gratitude whatsoever; instead, his eyes turned bloodshot as he pointed at the giant dragon circling in the sky and roared:
"Get out of here! Who needs your high and mighty gods to give us handouts! This is our land! This is our project! We'll take responsibility for our own success or failure! We don't need your hypocritical cleanup! Get out!"

The roar was as cold as ice, causing Ao Run and the dragon warriors who were trying their best to save him to freeze in their tracks!
They stared in disbelief at the mortals below whom they had pulled back from the brink of death. Many of them wore complex emotions—lingering fear, lingering apprehension, and a mixture of humiliation at being offended and the stubborn belief in "human will can conquer nature" instilled in them by Mo Yan.

"We... need no charity from the gods!"

Several more craftsmen joined in the screaming, their voices filled with the rebellion of mortals against the long-suppressed divine authority and the twisted pride of being powerless to control their own destiny.

At this absurd and chilling moment.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, like a thunderclap from the heavens, instantly drowned out all the noise and made the space itself freeze!
A dark golden figure appeared without warning on the ridge that was blasted to pieces and still spewing subterranean fire! It was Sun Wukong!

He stood on the void, his dark gold robe shimmering with starlight, his eyes flashing with golden light. He swept over the panicked villagers below, over the ashen-faced Mo Yan, and finally landed on the mountain that was still slowly collapsing and spewing out destructive power.

An indescribable pressure, as if the heavens and earth themselves were wrathful, suddenly descended!

Sun Wukong did not look at the Dragon Clan. He simply raised his right hand, and the Golden Cudgel appeared silently in his palm. The staff was radiant with the light of the chaotic star curtain, so heavy that it seemed capable of crushing the heavens.

"Man can conquer nature?" His voice was calm, yet it carried a mockery and pity that seemed to pierce through the ages. "What you have conquered is the green mountains and clear waters left by our ancestors! It is the natural workings of the universe! You dare to claim you can conquer nature simply by using the advantage of gunpowder and the ingenuity of mechanisms? How laughable! How pathetic! How lamentable!"

Before he finished speaking, he casually tapped the remaining mountain ridge with his golden cudgel.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was only a dull hum, as if space itself had been torn apart and erased.

That half of the mountain, which was blasted and was still spewing subterranean fire, was wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand! In an instant, it turned into billions of dust particles, which fell down in a flurry!

The surging subterranean fire lost its greatest outlet and was forcibly suppressed back into the depths of the earth, leaving only a huge, terrifying crater emitting blue smoke, like a huge scar that had been gouged out of the earth!

The entire world fell into a deathly silence. All mortals, including the arrogant Mo Yan, were utterly terrified by this unimaginable, godlike power, collapsing to the ground in shock.

Sun Wukong stood in the void at the edge of the deep pit, with billowing dust and still-warm lava beneath his feet. He opened his left hand, and a slowly rotating three-dimensional light and shadow sand table made of chaotic star curtain source power appeared in his palm—it was the image of this landscape that had been blown beyond recognition.

"This is the 'Mountain and River Compass'," Sun Wukong's voice echoed through the deathly silence of heaven and earth. "It contains the power of cosmic origin deduction. I bestow upon you the 'Construction Palace'! From this day forward, anyone wishing to move earth, open mountains, alter rivers, or change their course must first use this compass to deduce the flow of the earth's veins, the interactions of all things, and the cause and effect of a hundred years! Only if the deduction is accurate and the Three Realms are unimpeded, may construction begin! If you dare to recklessly disturb the pulse of heaven and earth, causing widespread suffering and destruction..."

His gaze pierced Mo Yan and the others like an icicle.

"This pit is both a testament to your existence and your final resting place!"

The Mountain and River Disc, radiating chaotic light, remained suspended in front of Mo Yan and the others. Sun Wukong's figure, along with Ao Run and the other dragons, vanished without a trace in an instant.

All that remained were the collapsed mountains and rivers, the terrified mortals, and the heavy "Mountain and River Plate," which resembled a shackle from the heavens.

As the turmoil on earth subsided, an even greater crisis was silently brewing in the depths of the underworld.

After the dethronement of King Qin Guang and the iron-fisted reforms by Yang Jian, the Ten Kings of Hell outwardly obeyed, but inwardly harbored unspeakable resentment and laziness.

They dealt with the newly established "Mirror of the Mortal World" system and the continuous influx of benevolent souls with obsessions that required careful discernment in a passive and inefficient manner.

A large number of benevolent souls waiting to be reincarnated through the Mirror of Mortal Life are being held back, and the appeal process has become lengthy and cold.

These benevolent souls, carrying their unfulfilled devotion to the human world, began to quietly distort their pure "thought" during the long wait, under the desolate and lifeless environment of the underworld and the indifferent delays of bureaucrats.

Unresolved regrets, minor grievances against injustice, and the anxiety of waiting... wisps of negative emotions begin to grow and accumulate.

Even more terrifying is that the monstrous resentment of those sinful immortals who were banished to the deepest level of Avici Hell by Yang Jian, and the vengeful ghosts and remnants suppressed by iron laws, did not disappear. Instead, it continued to precipitate and ferment in the depths of hell.

Finally, at a certain critical point, the lingering resentment of good souls accumulated due to Yama's negligence, the lingering poison of sins emanating from the depths of hell, and the gloomy aura that had been accumulating for thousands of years in the netherworld, all mixed and condensed at a point outside the Well of Reincarnation where resentment accumulated, forming a thick, ink-like "Avici Miasma" that exuded endless despair and a malevolent aura!
The miasma churned and writhed, slowly coalescing into a distorted yet vaguely discernible face—the very face of King Qin Guang, Jiang Ziwen, who had been cast into the deepest hell!

The face emitted a silent, venomous, and mocking roar:

"Yang Jian! Sun Wukong! Your scales of conscience judge all beings, mortals and immortals, but can they judge the flaws of the Heavenly Dao itself? Can they judge the deep-seated ills of reincarnation accumulated over millions of years? Your earnest order merely sweeps the filth into a corner! Behold! This Avici Hell is the festering sore beneath your order! Come! Weigh the injustice of the Heavenly Dao with your scales of conscience! Hahaha…"

The miasma churned and rolled, like a living venomous snake, slowly encroaching towards the Well of Reincarnation!

Wherever it passes, even the rocks of the underworld are corroded, emitting hissing white smoke, and the pure soul flames awaiting reincarnation scatter in terror. If it were to come into contact with the Well of Reincarnation, not only would the newly restored balance within the well be instantly shattered, but all souls awaiting reincarnation would be corrupted!

At this critical moment, the Chaos Spirit Embryo, which had been gently pulsating high in the heavens, suddenly burst into an unprecedentedly violent heartbeat!
Thump! Thump! Thump-thump-thump!
The sound of his heartbeat, like a war drum, instantly resounded throughout every corner of the Three Realms! Even the Lingxiao Palace trembled!

Then, under the horrified gazes of countless immortals and gods, a tiny crack actually appeared on the surface of the enormous chaotic cocoon of light! But this was not a sign of the birth of new life!
There was no auspicious glow, no sacred aura.

An indescribable, viscous, dark gray torrent, churning with the deepest suffering of all beings—which was none other than the core source of the "Avici Miasma"—was forcibly drawn from the depths of the underworld by an invisible force, transforming into a turbid countercurrent that was instantly sucked into the crack on the surface of the spiritual embryo!

"A spiritual embryo!" the immortals and gods exclaimed in shock!

"It's...absorbing that miasma?!" Nezha could hardly believe his eyes.

The entire vast and boundless chaotic star curtain, the moment the spiritual embryo absorbed the interminable miasma, was as if splashed with thick ink, instantly dimming by at least 30%!
The once warm and flowing starlight became dim and unclear. Countless tiny things, representing the dark thoughts hidden in the lives of all beings in the three realms—greed, jealousy, resentment, sloth, and fear—emerged and writhed like dirty moss against the dark starry backdrop!
A vivid "map of evil thoughts" in the Three Realms is presented in a terrifying way to all living beings!
The rice-grain-sized chaotic star crystal on Sun Wukong's temple suddenly became scalding hot!
Like a red-hot branding iron!
A massive, overwhelming torrent of negativity, brimming with endless resentment, pain, and despair, was frantically assaulting his mind through the connection between the star crystal and the spiritual embryo, almost overwhelming his consciousness!

"Uh..." Even with his unwavering will, Sun Wukong couldn't help but groan, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He instantly understood that the spiritual embryo was not out of control, but rather was using itself as a furnace to actively devour the poisonous miasma that was enough to pollute the cycle of reincarnation!

It is using its most primal power to forcibly purify the evil consequences that stem from the inherent flaws in the order of the Three Realms!
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Yunluo, the little rabbit demon from Huali Academy, tensed up with her fluffy ears, clutching tightly the star-patterned rice stalk that she had been given after risking her life to protect mortal children when the fire in Jingye Valley went out of control.

The rice ears are as smooth and warm as jade, and the flowing dark gold patterns are her badge of courage, as well as the only solace that can calm her trembling heart at this moment.

She took a deep breath and stepped onto the white jade staircase that led straight to the sky.

As she took her first step, the soft, clear light of the starry sky enveloped her; this was the initial screening of sincerity.

She passed the test smoothly, and the pressure on her heart eased slightly.

The second step is the "Mirror of Business Corridor".

The shifting light and shadow pulled her back to the depths of her cold memories—not the warm embrace of the academy guiding demonic energy, but the blood-stained meadow of her childhood!
A grinning cultivator, a magic sword gleaming with cold light, her parents shielding her beneath their bodies, warm blood splattering on her face... the wails of her people, the excruciating pain of tearing her fur, the icy smell of earth, boundless despair and hatred... the illusion was so real that it instantly overwhelmed her!

"Father! Mother—!"

Yunluo screamed shrilly, her eyes instantly turning blood red, and her clear demonic power surged out of control, transforming into a violent whirlwind that exploded in the corridor!

Her small body arched, her fangs bared uncontrollably, and the star-patterned rice ears in her arms jingled in the demonic wind, as if they might break at any moment.

A commotion erupted below the Ascension Platform. The demons were filled with indignation, while the cultivators displayed a variety of expressions.

“Untamed demonic nature! Entangled in karmic burdens!” A middle-aged Taoist priest with a stern face, sitting under the Antarctic Immortal, stepped forward. His voice was like the clash of metal, and his whisk pointed directly at the out-of-control Yunluo. “How can such malevolent energy ascend to immortality? With a discerning mind, I decree that she shall stop here and enter the Academy of Transformation of Malevolence for another hundred years of tempering!”

Each word was like a knife, cutting into the hearts of the demons.

"Amitabha Buddha." The Venerable Guanyin stood on a lotus platform, her appearance solemn and dignified, yet her voice carried a warm compassion. "What has the child done wrong? This is an old wound that burns the heart, not an inherent evil. The path of compassion should embrace their scars and soothe their pain, not shut them out. The path of sincerity also has times when it is stained with blood and tears."

Her gaze fell upon Yang Jian, her expression carrying a deeper meaning.

The divide between Buddhist and Taoist philosophies suddenly cleaved open within this tiny rabbit demon, transforming into an invisible pressure field.

Yang Jian sat upright deep within the Temple of Law, seemingly oblivious to the dispute below. The silver light of the Scales Divine Spark between his brows shone brightly, instantly traversing space and enveloping the Ascension Platform.

The divine essence operated silently, and the phantom of the scales appeared in the chaotic corridor.

The left side of the scale depicts a bloody scene of genocide, Yunluo's out-of-control crimson eyes, and her rampaging demonic power.

On the right side of the scale: When the fire in the Pure Land Valley went out of control, how did this little rabbit demon use her frail body to protect the crying mortal children, the light of the star-patterned rice ears illuminating her face covered in soot; in the academy, how did she clumsily but intently soothe another out-of-control cub with her still-immature guiding power?

The scale beam initially swayed violently, but with Yang Jian's willpower, it firmly pressed down to the right!

"A persistent belief is not evil; it stems from deep affection. Protecting the young and weak from danger and calming the anger of one's peers—this is the unpolished gem of sincerity!"

Yang Jian's clear, cold, and authoritative voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, "I allow him to try again! Let us observe his performance!"

As soon as the words fell, the struggling chaotic spirit embryo deep within the starry sky seemed to be touched by this "sincere spirit in growth" and suddenly throbbed with great force!
A warm, pure golden starlight, as gentle as the spring sun, descended from the vast galaxy, ignoring spatial barriers, and softly showered upon Yunluo.

The rampaging crimson demonic power dissipated in the golden light, like ink stains soaked in warm water.

Those bloodshot eyes, consumed by hatred and fear, struggled painfully for a moment before being replaced by a clear, blank stare. Tears rolled down silently, wetting the star-patterned rice ears in her arms.

The golden light dissipated silently, leaving only the little rabbit demon's suppressed sobs in the corridor.

She looked around blankly. The echo of the karmic mirror had dissipated, but the lingering pain of that excruciating agony remained.

She instinctively hugged the star-patterned rice stalks in her arms. The dark gold patterns flowing on the rice stalks seemed to absorb her body heat, transmitting a faint but firm warm current back to soothe her still-shaken heart.

She raised her tearful eyes and looked at the light gate at the end of the still-hanging white jade staircase, a place that had once been her unattainable dream.

At this moment, the gate of light seemed to be getting closer.

(End of this chapter)