Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 610

A muffled groan, suppressed with pain, broke the silence.

A half-demon apprentice—with a single horn on his forehead and skin covered in fine blue scales—suddenly lost control while trying to channel a stubborn, malevolent energy within him!

The crimson demonic power transformed into a phantom claw, viciously grabbing at his companion who was assisting him!

"evil creature!"

A roar like thunder!

The bear that had been guarding outside the door suddenly turned bloodshot, and its huge body crashed into the quiet room with a gust of wind!

The bear's paw, as large as a fan, carried immense force and a raging demonic wind, slamming down without hesitation towards the out-of-control apprentice's head!

If this palm strike lands, it will be enough to shatter the half-demon's head!
The bloody memories of Black Wind Ridge, the ferocious faces of the Lin family cultivators, the blood splattered on his clansmen, and the eyes before him, equally filled with hostility and resentment due to loss of control, instantly overlapped, almost burning away his last remaining rationality!
"stop!"

A purple figure moved faster than a sound!
Jin had already flashed between the two, his hands swiftly tapping, the deep purple flame mark between his brows shining brightly, and two condensed, almost tangible chaotic affinity forces shot out instantly, one gently entangling the bear's thunderous giant hand, the other like an invisible ripple covering the head of the out-of-control half-demon apprentice.

The bear's giant paw was firmly held back by the power of chaos, and it was only three inches away from the apprentice's head!

The violent wind from the palm strike made the apprentice's hair stand on end. Jin's purple eyes were calm and unfathomable as he looked at the bear: "He's asking for help, not attacking!"

Just then, silver light gathered in the air above the quiet room, and Yang Jian's Heart Scale projection suddenly appeared!

The scale pan shifted with light and shadow. On the left was a scene of the apprentice losing control and hurting people, while on the right it rapidly flashed back to the desolate forest at night. A hooded figure stuffed a pill emitting an ominous red light into the bewildered apprentice's eyes: "Eat this, it will make you stronger... Hate, hate those who turned you into a monster!"

I hate those high and mighty gods! I hate this damned new order!

The scene is clearly frozen on the moment when the apprentice receives the pill, his eyes filled with resentment and struggle forcibly ignited!
"You are angry at his actions, but have you seen the pain he suffered?!"

Yang Jian's icy voice struck Xiong Pi's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Ugh—!"

The bear was struck dumb; the bloody memory that had almost devoured him vanished instantly.

Its enormous body trembled violently, and the accumulated, violent demonic power burst out like a punctured balloon.

He staggered, and his heavy body fell to the ground with a thud, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

His heavy breathing was like that of a broken bellows.

He raised his head, and for the first time, his enormous, bell-like eyes held no ferocity, only a bottomless weariness and...pain.

He looked at the apprentice, soothed by the power of the Ashes, cowering on the ground trembling, his eyes devoid of ferocity, leaving only fear and confusion. His voice was hoarse and dry, like the grinding of sand:
"The resentment... the heart burned with it... hurts more than the wounds on the body... I understand..."

He struggled to raise his enormous bear paw and pointed to the beating heart beneath his thick chest, a heart that had borne a hundred times more blood debts and pain than the apprentice before him.

The young apprentice with the blue scales and single horn trembled violently, raised his head, and looked incredulously at the giant demon before him, which was as large as a mountain.

In his eyes, bears were always majestic, irritable, and even had a fierce quality that instilled fear in them.

The black bear spirit, now slumped to the ground, had a look of profound sorrow and undisguised pain in his eyes that, like a key, unexpectedly unlocked the corner of his heart that was filled with hatred and fear.

The immense grievances and long-suppressed fears burst forth like a flood.

Large tears rolled down unexpectedly, hitting the cold ground.

The crimson demonic power that had been spiraling out of control around him was strangely and gradually calmed down in the surging tears.

Jin quietly withdrew his chaotic power, leaned against the door frame, and watched the impactful scene before him, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips upward.

On the Star Seat, Sun Wukong stands alone in the void, his fingertips lightly brushing against his temples.

The chaotic star crystal was still warm, but the surging torrent of evil thoughts within it was no longer violent and disorderly.

The sound of the pulsating spirit was as steady as the pulse of the earth. The vast starry sky was still dim, covered with spots of evil thoughts as dense as stardust. However, at this moment, these spots were no longer static scars, but flowed with the birth and death of countless sincere forces below, like the eternal breath of the starry sky itself.

His gaze pierced through the vast sea of ​​stars:
Before the Ascension Platform, the little rabbit demon Yunluo, who had once wept blood, now tightly gripped the star-patterned rice stalk. Her tender face was still wet with tears, but her eyes were as clear and resolute as the stars after a wash.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the dazzling gate to immortality.

At the construction site of the Southern Jambudvipa Canal, Mo Yan walked barefoot on the warm, fresh mud of the riverbank. The improved Mountain and River Disc in his hand shimmered with light and shadow. On the disc, in addition to the precise depiction of the earth's veins and rivers, several faint, soft points of light emerged, representing newly discovered dormant spirits.

He marked the marks intently, sunlight falling on his sweat-dampened forehead.

Deep within the Reincarnation Well, the last wisp of the Relief Pill Qi refined by the Mysterious Furnace Boy, like tiny, warm fireflies, gently disappeared into the "Worldly Pill Core" that carried the resilience of the mortal world of the Three Realms.

The core trembled slightly, and within the chaotic energy it emitted, the resilient aura stemming from relief and concern became even clearer.

Beneath the Wanfa Stele, several cultivators dressed in Taoist robes and Buddhist robes sat together, no longer clearly separated.

Suspended among them was a complex scroll of deduction composed of the divine essence of the Heart Scales and the faint light of the starry sky. Daoist patterns and Buddhist seals intertwined and shimmered within it, corroborating each other. The debate was not loud, but it was filled with a pure enthusiasm for exploring the unknown.

Inside the quiet room of the Hua Li Academy, the bear's massive body, with an almost clumsy yet gentle demeanor, carefully placed its rough, earth-elemental demonic hand on the back of the young apprentice with the green scales and unicorn horn.

He muttered the incantation for channeling the energy, his voice low but trying to be calm. The apprentice closed his eyes, feeling the gentle yet profound power guiding the restless demonic energy within him, his eyes still wet.

Jin leaned quietly against the door, watching this scene. The faint smile on his lips finally melted away completely, like a stream melting in early spring.

The chaotic starry sky has been flowing eternally, and the brightness and darkness of billions of stars are like the ebb and flow of the emotions of all living beings.

Sun Wukong stood alone on the Star Source Seat, the Chaos Star Crystal at his temple burning hot like a branding iron, silently conveying the surging waves of evil thoughts deep within his spiritual embryo.

Its golden eyes pierced through the boundless void, overlooking the faint light of the Three Realms struggling to move forward under the new order.

He saw at the end of the white jade ladder to the Ascension Platform, the gate of light gently swallowed the figure of the little rabbit demon Yunluo tightly holding the star-patterned rice stalks. That clear and firm look pierced through the gloom of the Netherworld Karma Mirror Corridor and finally lit up the Heavenly Gate.

On the banks of the newly opened canal in the Southern Continent, Mo Yan walked barefoot on the warm river mud. The improved Mountain and River Plate floated in front of him, its surface reflecting light and shadow. Apart from the cold, hard earth veins and rivers, several faint, firefly-like points of light from sleeping spirits could be seen. His sweaty forehead glistened in the sunlight as he focused on marking, quietly resonating with the breath of the earth beneath his feet.

Deep within the Reincarnation Well, the last wisp of the Relief Pill Qi refined by the Mysterious Furnace Boy, like a warm yellow firefly, gently merged into the "Worldly Pill Core" that bore the resilience of the mortal world of the Three Realms.

The core trembled slightly, and within the dissipating chaotic energy, the resilience born of relief and longing silently deepened. Beneath the Myriad Laws Stele, the distinction between Daoist robes and monk's robes was no longer clear. The cultivators sat around, deducing and verifying, Daoist patterns and Buddhist seals colliding and confirming on the complex scroll of the heart scale's divine charm and the starlight's faint glow. The debate was not loud, but a pure current of exploration surged forth.

The scene inside the quiet room of the Huali Academy made Sun Wukong's lips twitch slightly. The bear's mountain-like body was clumsy to the point of being gentle. Its huge paws, covered with coarse short hair, pressed lightly on the back of the green-scaled one-horned junior apprentice. Its deep voice tried to be calm as it mumbled an incantation to dispel the violent energy.

The apprentice closed his eyes, feeling the thick, gentle earth-elemental demonic power guiding the restlessness within his body, tears still wet at the corners of his eyes.

Jin leaned quietly against the door frame, watching this incredibly impactful scene. The usually faint smile on his lips finally melted away completely, flowing silently like a stream melting in early spring.

However, this fragile and precious tranquility was abruptly shattered by a muffled "thud" coming from the core of the star curtain!
It was as if a heart on the verge of collapse was struggling to beat amidst viscous blood and grime. The vast starry sky trembled violently in response!
The dark marks that covered it, representing the evil thoughts of the three realms, suddenly came to life!
They twisted and converged wildly, like ink being greedily sucked by an invisible giant mouth, rushing towards the chaotic embryo at its core.

The once warm and pulsating giant cocoon of light now convulsed violently. The tiny crack on its surface, which had been healed by devouring the miasma of the Abyss, was torn apart and opened up again as if it were alive under the violent infusion of evil thoughts!
A thick, dark gray liquid—a condensation of the evil thoughts of all living beings—gushed out from the embryo, only to be forcibly drawn back in, as if the embryo itself were undergoing a terrifying birth, akin to the beginning of chaos.

The Star Curtain, the barrier that covered the Three Realms, was completely transformed into a vast and dynamically changing "Mirror of the Three Realms".

Arrogant gods and immortals with their domineering manner, mortals with their endless greed and greed, and the ancient malevolence ignited deep within the bloodline of demons... countless images of evil thoughts flash and flow rapidly across the surface, reflecting the most authentic sores beneath the veneer of civilization.

The star crystal at Sun Wukong's temple instantly became as hot as the core of lava, and excruciating pain pierced through his skull!
The once vast and swirling chaotic nebula deep within the golden eyes was also eroded and stained by wisps of hideous dark red lines—the marks of the backlash from the Spirit Embryo Furnace.

A deeper realization pierced his mind like an ice pick: the spiritual embryo doesn't purify evil thoughts; it devours them! Using this utterly filthy "shared karma" as fuel, it propels itself towards a cruel transformation into the "core of order" in a higher dimension. Success means the ascension of the Three Realms; failure means the descent of the demonic embryo, and the return of all things to nothingness!
Every violent fluctuation in the Starry Sky Mirror caused a terrible echo in the world below.

In a once-prosperous mining area in the Southern Continent, deep mines that were once excavated based on the "Mountain and River Plate" calculations have now become a desolate hell.

The air was thick with the cold, rusty smell of decay. Countless miners, like soulless terracotta warriors, mechanically swung their picks, the blows striking the rock face with monotonous, hollow echoes.

His eyes were blank, devoid of pain, fatigue, or even fear of the darkness.

A cultivator resembling a foreman stumbled out of the mine, his face covered in eerie bluish-gray spiderweb patterns. He gripped the arm of a cultivator from the Construction Bureau who had come to investigate, his nails digging deep into the flesh, and he made hoarse, guttural noises, repeatedly muttering, "Dig...dig...pan said...there's more..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body stiffened, and he fell straight down, joining the endless ranks of laboring puppets.

The cold, analytical logic of the mountain and river system has drained the spiritual essence of this land, as well as the humanity that depends on it. The cold "spiritual plague" is spreading, echoing the dilution of human feelings by the "sincere fireworks" of the underworld.

From the depths of the Huali Academy in Beiju Luzhou, a shrill, inhuman shriek echoed.

A snake demon student who was trying to channel the stubborn demonic power within his body had his scales standing on end, and his crimson demonic power went out of control, forming a twisted vortex above his head!

Deep within the vortex, a corner of the starry sky projection was forcibly torn off—revealing an ancient altar, a forgotten place in the frigid far north of Beiju Luzhou, constructed of massive ice and chilling beast bones!
On the altar, countless blurry phantoms, exuding a primordial ferocity, struggled and roared within the seal!
The snake demon student's vertical pupils were instantly filled with a vast, beastly aura, and his voice became heavy and ancient: "Bloodline...shackles...open!"

The karma of the ancient demon soul is awakening wildly through this fragile bloodline of its descendants, like a dormant volcano about to erupt!

Before the Ascension Platform, beneath the Myriad Laws Stele, a heated debate raged on whether the Daoist principle of "following nature" could accommodate the Buddhist path of universal salvation. A Daoist cultivator spoke passionately, his body enveloped in a serene aura; opposite him, a Buddhist cultivator stood solemnly, chanting compassionate scriptures. The clash of these two opposing forces reached its peak, slamming violently against the Myriad Laws Stele!

“Buzz—Crack!”

A clear, tearing sound pierced the sky!
The majestic Ten Thousand Laws Stele trembled violently!

The ancient and flowing Yin-Yang Bagua patterns on the left side of the stele and the solemn Bodhi swastika wheel on the right side appear to have been torn apart by an invisible force!

The light of the Buddha and the light of the Buddha no longer merged, but instead transformed into two distinct stairways of light that pierced the sky!

A pure and awe-inspiring aura, a beam of Buddhist light shining brightly, repelled each other, standing in opposition between heaven and earth!

"All things return to the same source? Clearly, it's a separation of Tao and Buddhism!"

A horrified uproar erupted among the cultivators below who were waiting to ascend to immortality.

Auspicious clouds surged and thousands of auspicious omens appeared.

The figures of Guanyin and the Antarctic Immortal appeared almost simultaneously.

The Antarctic Immortal, with his snow-white, long eyebrows raised in anger, pointed his whisk directly at the Buddha's Light Ladder, his voice as cold as ice scraping to the bone: "The Myriad Laws Stele is witnessed by both Buddhism and Taoism! Where did this crack come from? Could it be that your Buddhist doctrines are inherently incompatible with the true essence of my Taoism?"

The Venerable Guanyin's jade-like face was serene, her willow branches swaying gently, and her clear Buddhist light protected her own Heavenly Ladder: "Immortal Elder, be careful with your words! The appearance of cracks is a manifestation of the imperfection in the spiritual embryo's bearing and the different paths of the Great Dao. How can we blame one side?" The two people's immense pressure collided with a thunderous roar, and space froze!

Just as tensions were about to rise, space and time suddenly distorted at the center of the deep crack in the Myriad Laws Stele!

Two blurry phantoms, each imbued with the highest Daoist principles of this world, slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)