Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 611

On the left, the phantom of Laozi sat cross-legged, with a chaotic purple aura talisman floating in front of him, constantly being created and destroyed, embodying the profound truth of "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three," and an ancient and vast aura permeated the air.

On the right, the phantom of the Buddha lowers his head, holding a golden Udumbara flower in his palm, which is formed from the pure law of "emptiness" and is constantly blooming and disappearing. The serene and profound Buddhist aura surrounds the four directions.

The two were not fighting, but rather each was activating their primordial power to inject a mysterious and unpredictable deductive trajectory, woven from countless broken hexagrams and Sanskrit characters, into the depths of the crack.

The trajectory shifted wildly under the reflection of everyone's thoughts, ultimately pointing to a cold yet clear conclusion—

"The spiritual embryo is complete, and it is difficult to combine Buddhism and Taoism. By sacrificing one and preserving the other, the fruit of Tao can be expected."

The sixteen-character celestial maxim, like a judgment from the primordial era, carries an undeniable sense of destiny, and is imprinted on the starry sky, striking hard into the hearts of every one who looks up!

For the first time, the phantom of the supreme beings of Buddhism and Taoism revealed an almost instinctive and uncontrollable apprehension towards the Chaos Spirit Embryo!

"absurd!"

Yang Jian's stern shout was like a thunderclap from the heavens.

The Temple of Law shone with silver light, and the massive projection of the Scales of the Heart instantly covered the cracks in the Monument of All Laws!
The immense power of judgment pierced through the Buddhist light and Taoist aura, reaching its very source. The scales flickered and shifted wildly, and deep within the cracks, the origins of the two forces were mercilessly dissected:
One is the auspicious and resilient golden light transformed from the lotus seeds of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and the other is the natural purple charm transformed from the origin of the Purple Fire of Tushita!
Within the core of the spiritual embryo, they were like two irreconcilable, furious dragons, tearing at and annihilating each other!
The scales trembled violently under unbearable conflict, ultimately pointing to the only cold, hard truth:
"The Buddha Lotus and the Purple Flame clash at their origins. If the spiritual embryo desires completeness, it must devour one of them!"

The truth was like ice water poured over his head. The burden of making a choice, invisible yet immense, pressed down on Sun Wukong, who held the Star Source Throne.

"Boom--!"

Deep within the spiritual embryo, as if stimulated by this ultimate choice, an unprecedented torrent of chaotic will erupted, instantly piercing through the star crystal at the temple!

The excruciating pain felt like a million steel needles piercing my soul!
A grand, cold, and direct thought that questioned the very core of the mind exploded in Sun Wukong's consciousness:

"Buddha saves all beings, Tao follows the natural way! You are the source, which path should you choose? Decide quickly!"

Deep within the golden eye, the chaotic nebula was being frantically torn apart by the golden light of Buddha and the purple aura of Dao, while dark red evil thoughts entwined and grew like poisonous vines.

The Buddhist compassionate vow to save all sentient beings and the Taoist principle of emulating the tranquility and non-action of heaven and earth—two completely different paths leading to the highest realms—collide fiercely within his core essence.

The cracks in the spiritual embryo widened again under the impact of will, and a viscous slurry of evil thoughts gushed out, as if urging or mocking this unsolvable prison.

Time seemed to stand still. The starry sky dimmed, and the three realms held their breath.

Guanyin's compassion, the immortal's cold sternness, Yang Jian's silver scales, the panic of all living beings looking up in awe... all light, shadow, and sound faded and disappeared.

Sun Wukong slowly closed his eyes.

Images of the past swept through like a storm:

Five hundred years of wind, frost, rain, and snow beneath the Five Elements Mountain; the ferocity of demons and monsters on the journey to the West; the shackles overturned in the palm of the Buddha… the indifference of the Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Palace; the torment of Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace… the Black Bear Spirit kneeling on the ground in remorse; the little rabbit demon Yunluo clutching the rice stalks with tearful eyes; Mo Yan's focused barefoot treading on the mud; the solemnity of the Xuanlu Boy condensing the elixir… the Buddha's ferry, the Tao's carefree life… In the end, the scene settles on the surging, most real, most unbearable, yet most struggling collective evil karma belonging to all beings in the Three Realms within the cracks of the spiritual embryo.

"Ah……"

A low, guttural laugh, as if it had been suppressed for millennia, rolled out from his throat. His golden eyes snapped open!

There was no Buddha's light shining down, no Taoist charm flowing. There was only an unyielding spirit that burned everything, a resolute determination that shattered fate, like a volcano that had been dormant for millions of years suddenly erupting!
"Shut up!" Sun Wukong suddenly tossed his head, his dark gold Taoist robe fluttering wildly as if trying to break free from all the invisible shackles of the world. "Buddhism and Taoism are not the way! Good and evil are not the boundary! Do you all hate the injustice of Heaven?"

His golden eyes, sharp as lightning, swept over the fissure in the spiritual embryo, which was churning with the evil thoughts of the three realms. His voice suddenly rose, shattering the universe:
"Then let's follow me, Old Sun, to rebuild this heaven!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a dark golden lightning bolt that tore through the void, and he crashed headlong into the huge crack in the spiritual embryo that was spewing out the most wicked liquid!
The instant his body plunged into the chaotic furnace, the golden cudgel in his hand burst forth with unprecedented light and suddenly swelled!

It is no longer a divine treasure that stabilizes the sea, but has transformed into a colossal pillar that is engraved with chaotic star patterns and entwined with the cries of all living beings!
"Freeze!"

One end of the colossal pillar was deeply embedded in the core of boiling evil thoughts, while the other end pierced through the vast starry sky, standing tall and firm!

The entire Three Realms were shaken!

The turbulent chaos within the spiritual embryo was forcibly stabilized for a moment by this unparalleled will and power.

"burst!"

The resolute will was like a final decree.

The Chaos Star Crystal on Sun Wukong's temple, which carried the link to the Spirit Embryo and had long been shattered, along with his own origin as the Chaos Source Core, exploded with a bang!

Light and darkness, indescribable in words, were born and then vanished in that moment.

There was no sound, only the release of pure, ultimate energy. The vast, boundless starry sky, the colossal mirror reflecting the inner demons of the three realms, crumbled inch by inch in absolute silence, like glass struck by a heavy hammer!
It is not destruction, but nirvana.

The billions of star fragments did not dissipate; they transformed into billions of threads of light and darkness, as thin as gossamer yet incredibly strong!
Each thread shimmered with a faint, unique glimmer of thought—the most authentic thoughts of every being in the Three Realms at this moment, whether a glimmer of good intention, a shadow of evil, or a chaotic struggle. They broke free from the shackles of the starry sky, the barriers of Buddhism and Taoism, and the divide between immortals and mortals, forming a boundless, vibrant net that tightly and thoroughly connected the shattered core of the spiritual embryo with the entire Three Realms!
A grand, new law, co-written by all beings, resonates deep within every soul amidst fragmentation and reconstruction:
"The three realms are the furnace! All living beings are the fire! Sincerity is the fuel! Together we forge our return to the source!"

The newly formed "star network" gently covered everything.

An ordinary farmer was astonished to discover that he could draw upon the earth's life force in his palm. On the barren ridges of the field, a few rice seedlings, each containing a faint starlight, broke through the soil, struggling yet tenacious.

In the demon tribes of Beiju Luzhou, several phantom-like golden lotuses appeared and disappeared between the brows of the rampaging cubs. The phantoms of the lotuses were not meant to suppress, but rather to act as anchors, helping them to stabilize the turbulent waves of ferocity surging deep within their bloodlines.

Above the clouds, several True Immortals stared in astonishment as their own Immortal Talismans swirled around them. A wisp of the turbid aura of reincarnation quietly swirled around them, reminding them that their lessons in the mortal world had only just begun.

Deep in the Hengduan Mountains, Mo Yan stood at the edge of the deep cave that connected to the earth's core, taking one last look at the Mountain and River Plate in his hand, which once represented the great power of "human will to conquer nature".

The warning red light on the chart, indicating the depletion of spiritual energy, was glaringly bright.

His eyes no longer held arrogance, only a calm and clear understanding.

With his arms filled with the power of newly born "spiritual language," he devoutly lifted the mountains and rivers, as if offering a sacrifice, and slowly sank into the dark, molten core of the earth.

"The way of craftsmanship is to convey the voice of heaven and earth, not to speak on their behalf!" His vow merged with the pulse of the earth and disappeared into the depths of the subterranean fire.

When the hand is raised again, a patch of warm moss quietly spreads across the palm, forming a living map of mountains and rivers—thus, the Earth Vein Walker is born.

Deep within the netherworld, the smoke of that bloody battle to protect the cycle of reincarnation has not yet dissipated.

Driven by the rebel army of the Ten Courts, the Yin Soldiers of Karmic Fire surged like a tide of resentment and hellfire, frantically assaulting the last line of defense of the Well of Reincarnation.

The newly appointed King Qin Guang grinned maliciously from the rear: "Smash the Mirror of Mortal World! Let this so-called order of sincerity taste the bitterness of uncontrolled obsession!"

"Roar! If you want to get past, step over my old bear's corpse!" The bear's massive body blocked the well opening, like an insurmountable mountain.

He was covered in blood, and the earthen-yellow demonic energy shield flickered under the scorching fire of the Yin soldiers. With each swing of his giant hand, he shattered several Yin soldiers, scattering a sky full of foul-smelling remnants of karmic fire.

More redeeming demons roared, building a blood and flesh dam with their bodies, tearing at it with their claws and gnawing with their fangs, unleashing all their former ferocity on their protection.

Just when the defense line was on the verge of collapse, Jhin appeared by the well.

Ignoring the raging flames, the deep purple chaotic affinity mark between his brows suddenly lit up!

"lead!"

A clear shout.

The raging, destructive torrent of Yin soldiers' demonic power was drawn by that deep purple mark, flowing towards Jin like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea!
Ember's body was instantly stretched to the point of being torn apart by the violent energy, with purplish-black energy flowing beneath his skin.

"change!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he pressed down hard with both hands forming a mudra!

The violent demonic power, capable of incinerating everything, underwent a sudden change in nature under the forceful reversal of the power of chaotic affinity!

No longer flames of destruction, but transformed into a massive, tough, viscous, dark yellow barrier that exuded the scent of earth and stone, like a shield of the earth, which crashed down and covered the crumbling mouth of the Well of Reincarnation!

The karmic fire soldiers crashed into the barrier with a dull thud, but could not advance any further!

With the pressure on the bear reduced, it roared to the sky, shattering the netherworld, and led the redeemers in a desperate counterattack!
In this battle, the redeeming demon race used blood and fire to imprint themselves as the strongest cornerstone of the new order.

Amidst the ruins, Jin, panting, knelt on one knee and picked something up from the scorching ashes.

Those were fragments of chaotic star crystals left behind by Sun Wukong, their edges still retaining the terrifying residual heat that scorched through space.

The instant his fingertips touched the fragment, a wisp of dark golden light, thinner than a strand of hair yet imbued with an undying will, suddenly emerged and disappeared into the depths of the purple flame mark between his brows.

A vast torrent of information, as boundless as the sea of ​​stars and as unyielding as a rock, instantly swept through Jin's sea of ​​consciousness. It was his last insight before the source core shattered, a Dao seed concerning chaos, balance, and true protection.

Jin suddenly looked up, gazing towards the Ascension Platform, gently covered by the newborn star network.

At the end of the white jade steps, a soft light shone through the gate. A familiar figure was ascending the steps—the little rabbit demon Yunluo.

She was no longer the little demon who broke down and cried in the Karmic Mirror Corridor.

The star-patterned rice stalk in her hand has transformed into a short staff, its shaft adorned with warm, dark gold patterns.

Her steps were steady, radiating a clarity and determination born from hardship.

At this moment, she was bending slightly, using the starlight flowing from the tip of her rice-stalk staff to gently guide a newborn little demon who had just stepped onto the steps and whose eyes were filled with confusion, just like she herself had been guided years ago.

In the absolute darkness of the endless abyss, two phantom figures quietly emerged the instant Sun Wukong detonated the source core and rebuilt the Star Network.

The chaotic purple runes in the hand of the illusory figure of Laozi, which manifested all things, suddenly stopped, and finally turned into a long sigh that seemed to pierce through eternity: "To unite with the Dao... in the end... the gamble was won."

The voice conveyed relief, exhaustion, and an indescribable complexity.

The illusory image of the Buddha beside him, the ever-changing Udumbara flower in his palm also stopped its rotation, the edges of the petals curling slightly, and the deep Buddhist chant carrying the same sense of awe: "Excellent... This body is the Way, this mind is the Buddha. The furnace of all beings is the other shore."

The two illusory figures exchanged a glance, and the remaining Buddhist light and Taoist charm merged silently for a moment before slowly dissipating into eternal darkness like a candle flickering in the wind.

In the deepest part of this abyss where even time and space have lost their meaning, deathly silence is the only ruler.

However, right where the two illusory figures disappeared, a tiny, almost imperceptible wisp of chaos quietly gathered.

It has no light, no heat, only the most primal "existence".

This chaotic mass slowly rotated and settled, and in the absolute void, it miraculously condensed into a fist-sized, pitted, and inconspicuous object—

Stone body.

thump...

A faint, almost illusory throbbing sound came from deep within the stone embryo, and trembled slightly.

thump...

After a long interval, another sound came. Faint, yet carrying a chilling resilience that seemed to pierce the abyss.

Like a seed buried deep beneath the ashes of chaos, it quietly sprouts in an unknown corner, in eternal silence.

……

……

I don’t know how much time passed.

The chaotic stone embryo at the bottom of the abyss throbbed, its throbbing like a silent language. Each contraction and expansion stirred the countless threads of light and darkness woven together in the Star Network of the Three Realms.

This stone embryo is not the heart, but the central hub of the new Heavenly Dao, the core of the law ignited by Sun Wukong himself.

"The three realms are the furnace, all living beings are the fire, and sincerity is the fuel"—this sixteen-character maxim is no longer an empty saying; it has transformed into an invisible imprint, wrapped around every slender filament of light in the StarNet.

Deep in the mine tunnels of the Hengduan Mountains, sweat-drenched miners grit their teeth and pry off the last stubborn piece of ore, their pure focus quietly flowing into the Star Network.

In the snowy courtyard of the Huali Academy, a fledgling eagle demon held its breath and focused its mind, trying its best to restrain the surging primal demonic power within its body. With each successful suppression, a faint but tenacious will merged into the star network.
In the lowest level of the Heavenly Court, the Clerk's Office, a young celestial official stayed up all night because he found a minor flaw while checking documents. His almost obsessive seriousness turned into a tiny speck of light on the star network.

The power of sincere dedication is quietly gathering, repairing the huge void rift left after the collapse of the old laws.

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(End of this chapter)