Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 613

The deepest part of the abyss.

The chaotic stone embryo, formed from Sun Wukong's original essence, suddenly began to pulsate with a heavy and powerful force.

Each contraction is like an invisible vortex, frantically drawing two completely different torrents from the network of light and darkness that spans the three realms—one is the pale golden "sincere power" of countless beings flowing together, carrying warmth and hope; the other is the turbid "evil thought" undercurrent that has been initially filtered and tempered by the star network, filled with the will of destruction and chaos.

The core of the stone body resembles a miniature cosmic battlefield.

A pure golden light from the lotus seed of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and a trace of deep purple light from the origin of the Purple Fire of Tushita Heaven, like two ancient divine fish with irreconcilable hatred, frantically chased, bit, and collided in the chaotic liquid!
Each clash caused the stone core to convulse painfully, and the released energy formed flickering spots of light on the surface of the stone core.

They represent the most fundamental and stubborn imprints of Buddhism and Taoism, and even after Sun Wukong reshaped himself by merging with Tao, they still vie for dominance in the future.

At this moment, on the "Diagram of the Flow of Evil Thoughts in the Three Realms," which floats at the core of Yang Jian's Temple of Law and is directly mapped by the laws of the Star Network, several dazzling scarlet dots are flashing wildly at an unprecedented frequency, like the desperate heartbeats of a dying struggler:

The Netherworld of Fengdu.

The filthy blood mark representing the remnants of King Qin Guang's forces intertwined with the highly poisonous dark green of the Avici Miasma, forming a huge, constantly rotating vortex of filth deep within the Well of Reincarnation!

Correspondingly, the massive stream of light representing the "Red Dust Mirror" system turned into a deathly gray!

Southern Jambudvipa, Hengduan Mountains.

The sinister runes marking the remnants of the Lin family are now attached to a group of distorted humanoid figures representing fanatical believers in the "human will can conquer nature" ideology.

The light and shadow burned fiercely at the key point of the industrial building, turning into dozens of pale white spots of light—a sacrifice of spontaneously combusting souls!

Where the pale flames spread, the filthy gray color unique to the plague spreads rapidly like mold, polluting the leyline nodes of the StarNet!
The Northern Continent of Julu is an extremely cold and bitter abyss.

The ancient beast-shaped totem, symbolizing the karma of ancient demon souls, burst forth with dazzling blood light, like the sound of war drums!

In response, the symbols representing the numerous demon tribes of Beiju Luzhou were rapidly detaching from the soft aura area representing the Huali Academy, converging into a raging crimson tide that crashed madly towards the academy's light spot! The ferocious claw marks representing the "Ancestral Alliance" were faintly visible within the crimson tide.

Heavenly Court, Ascending Platform.

The enormous phantom of the Myriad Laws Stele trembled violently. The crack that the phantom of Laozi and Buddha had barely mended became clearly visible again under the intense fluctuations of the conflict between Buddhist and Taoist philosophies, as if it would collapse completely at any moment!

Yang Jian's figure stood in the center of the Law Temple, in the void core woven from endless star web threads.

The heart-scale pattern on his forehead was brighter than ever before, yet also more solemn than ever before.

The golden beams and pans of a scale rotated slowly around him, radiating an aura of majesty that measured the heavens and judged all laws.

However, at this moment, this symbol of the supreme law revealed a rare...hesitation.

The scales of the heart can judge evil and punish wickedness, and can measure the depth of sins, but they cannot accurately measure the intangible yet real and true "sincere" heart.

What is utmost sincerity? What is obsession? What is selflessness? What is overstepping one's bounds?
This blurred boundary made the impartial and incorruptible judicial gods feel the weight and confusion of the verdict for the first time.

His deep gaze pierced through the barrier of the temple, as if he could simultaneously see the filthy vortex of the Netherworld Reincarnation Well, the pale spiritual plague spreading from the nodes of the Human Crafting Palace, the violent demon tide crashing into the Academy in Beiju Luzhou, and the crack in front of the Ascension Platform that symbolized the separation between Buddhism and Taoism.

The perilous situation in the Three Realms is like countless venomous snakes coiling around the lifeblood of the nascent Star Network.

The next moment, Yang Jian's divine sense, like an invisible thunderbolt, instantly pierced through the barrier of the Three Realms. His majestic decree resounded simultaneously in the Netherworld, the Human Construction Bureau, the Hua Li Academy, the Ascension Platform, and even the Heavenly Court, its voice as loud as a bell, shaking the very soul:

Imperial edict to the netherworld:

Bear! You shall immediately take up my command and lead the elite of the Redemption Camp to form the "Soul Purification Guardian Array" at the edge of the Well of Reincarnation to protect the node of reincarnation! Lu Ziqing! You have cleaned the Well of Reincarnation for a hundred years and are familiar with the flow of resentment in the netherworld. I hereby appoint you as the Good Soul Appealer. Immediately appease the good souls on the Appeal Platform and clear the blockage of resentment. There must be no mistakes!
Imperial edict to the human world:

Mo Yan! The Mountain and River Disc reveals the Star Network node. The Construction Bureau must immediately shift its focus, using the Symbiotic Construction Method to stabilize the damaged node in the Southern Continent! All those corrupted by the Spirit Plague will be centrally quarantined, and the Mysterious Furnace Child Pills will arrive shortly!
Edict to the Demon Race:

Jin! You inherit the Great Sage's Dao Seed and wield the power to transform malevolence. Immediately activate the Academy's purification nodes to transform malevolent energy and stabilize the Northern Star Network! Bear clone, quickly return to the Academy. With your experience and your scars, quell the internal strife and end the war!

Imperial edict to Buddhism and Taoism:

Disciples of the Ascension Platform, listen to this truth! Beneath the Stele of Ten Thousand Laws, sincerity knows no distinction of rank! Disputes are futile; quickly reconcile the conflicts and stabilize the Heavenly Ladder! Yunluo… Now that you have ascended to immortality, you should know the true meaning of sincerity… Go and give it a try.

Above Huali Academy, wind and snow howled fiercely!

The roar of the ancient demon soul was like a tangible sound wave, causing the protective array of the academy to flicker unpredictably.

Outside the valley, the stirred-up "Ancestral Alliance" demon race, like a crimson tide, swept with primal savagery and destructive desires, frantically assaulted the defensive line composed of the redeemed demon race and heavenly soldiers.

The light from the collision of demonic forces, the shrill whistling of ice blades piercing the air, the angry roars and painful howls intertwined, turning into a bloody chaos.

Jin hovered atop the main hall of the academy, his expression solemn and serene. He formed hand seals, and the Chaos Dao Seed on his chest, inherited from Sun Wukong, shone brightly, resonating strongly with the star network nodes scattered throughout the valley.

Countless fine threads of light spread out from the ground and from the void, weaving into a huge, semi-transparent net of purification that covered the core area of ​​the academy.

The violent demonic energy crashed against the light net, constantly being broken down and transformed. Some of the malevolent energy was converted into controllable demonic energy, while the purer portion transformed into specks of golden sparks that flowed into the star net. However, the force of the impact was too fierce, causing the light net to fluctuate violently. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Jin's forehead as he struggled to maintain it.

"Roar—! Traitor! Come out and face your death!"

A massive rhinoceros demon, deeply corrupted by the will of an ancient demon soul, broke through the defenses. Its crimson eyes were fixed on Jin in front of the main hall. It charged forward with immense power, its sharp horn flashing with a black light that could tear through space!
At this critical moment, a figure as black as a mountain crashed down between the rhinoceros demon and the main hall!
It's a bear!
With his powerful demonic body and his massive hands covered in thick rocky scales, he managed to hold off the deadly rhinoceros horn!
The terrifying collision of forces generated a visible shockwave, causing the rocks beneath the bear's feet to crack inch by inch!
Look at me!

The bear's roar, like the howl of a wounded beast, drowned out all the noise of the battlefield.

He suddenly tossed his head, and the huge scar on his chest, which had been pierced through by the Shushan Qingxu Zhenren's Tiangang Beidou Subduing Demon Sword Formation and had almost split him open, was once again exposed without any cover to all the demons who were attacking the academy!

The flesh was turned inside out, so deep that bone was visible. The dark red muscle texture trembled slightly in the cold wind, telling of eternal pain and past despair.

"Look at this scar! Look at what your so-called 'freedom' has brought to this old bear!"

The bear's eyes were bloodshot, and its huge paws gripped the rhinoceros demon's horn tightly. Its voice was hoarse with excitement.

"It's the Demon-Subduing Sword of the Immortal Sect! It's about annihilation! It's about being hunted down like a dog, causing countless of our kind to die tragically!"

He exerted his strength suddenly, swinging the enormous rhinoceros demon halfway around and slamming it hard onto the frozen ground, sending ice shards flying.

"Open your eyes and look!"

The bear's massive body, like a battle flag, pointed towards the terrified cubs protected under the warm glow of the academy. "Look at them! Do you want these cubs to follow in my footsteps?! To taste the pain of being pierced through the heart by the Demon-Subduing Sword?! The Star Network gave us the chance to live on our own! It gave these cubs a future where they don't have to hide and live in fear, where they don't have to be born with a blood feud! This—is true power! This is the true path to survival for our demon race!"

Xiong Pi's words were like heavy hammer blows, striking the hearts of every demon who charged the defensive line.

The bloody wounds, the desperate roars, overlapped with the painful memories they had of themselves or their loved ones being hunted down by the immortal sects. For the first time, the frenzied momentum of the attack noticeably slowed down. Many demons looked at the light of the academy, at the trembling cubs, and a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed in their crimson eyes.

Jin seized this precious moment and pushed the power of the Dao Seed to its limit. The Purification Net shone brightly, temporarily repelling another wave of impact.

He suppressed the stinging pain in his mind and growled in the direction of the bear, "Bear! Hold them off! The StarNet... needs time!"

Southern Jambudvipa, Hengduan Mountains, the node of Gongzaofu.

Pale flames leaped over the spontaneously combusting bodies of dozens of fanatics, emitting a nauseating smell of burning flesh and an eerie, lifeless chill.

The grayish-white stone mold of the plague was spreading rapidly along the spot where the spontaneously combusting person had fallen, like a vicious vine, towards the mountain wall where the core array plate of the Craftsmanship Palace was located.

The rocks touched by mold instantly lost their vitality and luster, turning ashen and lifeless as corpses.

Mo Yan held the improved Mountain and River Disc, the surface of which clearly showed the tragic state of the Star Network nodes being corroded by gray filth.

He led the craftsmen of the Workshop, racing against time to set up a massive purification array plate that shimmered with symbiotic runes. At the core of the array plate, a wisp of dormant earth vein spirit's will was being carefully communicated and guided by Mo Yan.

"Master Mo! Left Wing! The gray spots are spreading too fast!" a craftsman exclaimed.

Without even looking up, Mo Yan rapidly traced the runes on the edge of the array plate: "Activate the 'Earth Vein Resonance Device'! Zhao Qian! Stabilize the core fluctuations of the earth veins and pave the way for the mountain spirit's will!"

"Order!"

From afar came the steady response of Zhao Qian, the master craftsman of the Red Sand Plain, and the earth vein resonance device emitted a deep hum.

Just then, several artisan puppets, whose movements were stiff as stone statues due to the deep corruption of the spiritual plague, suddenly rushed out of the shadows and rushed straight at the Mountain and River Disc in Mo Yan's hand!
The gray mist emanating from them was even thicker and more viscous than before!
Mo Yan's pupils contracted, and he was about to activate the array plate for defense when a clear and unwavering female voice pierced through the chaos:
"Certainly!"

Suddenly, the little rabbit demon Yunluo appeared on the side of the array plate.

The Ascension Radiance Seal on her forehead shimmered, and her slender hands deftly formed a hand seal. There was no earth-shattering aura, only a pure, gentle moonlight power that seemed capable of calming all restlessness, like the gentlest net, instantly enveloping the several puppets that lunged at her.

The puppet, enveloped in the power of the moonlight, suddenly froze, its eyes flashing wildly with a stone-gray light as it struggled.

Yunluo bit her lower lip, and the radiance on her forehead grew even brighter. She poured her unwavering belief in "sincerity"—a belief that had endured hardships and remained true to herself—into the Star Network without reservation, and then used the Star Network to enhance the power of the moon.

"Wake up...you...don't want this..."

She murmured softly, as if comforting a lost child.

Under the cleansing of pure and sincere thoughts, the struggling gray light actually showed a faint glimmer of clarity!

The puppets froze completely, their contorted expressions hardening, as if engulfed in immense pain and confusion. Although the plague hadn't been completely dispelled, this momentary delay bought Mo Yan precious time!
"Now! Symbiotic Spirit Guide, activate!"

Mo Yan seized the opportunity and slammed the array plate into the ground!

The dormant spirit of the earth veins was finally awakened, and filled with anger at being violated, it transformed into a thick, earth-yellow pillar of light, which crashed hard into the spreading gray spots!
Zila——!
Like a scorching hot iron pressed onto ice, the spread of gray spots was abruptly halted, emitting a piercing melting sound!
Beside the Well of Reincarnation in the Netherworld.

The filthy vortex spun wildly deep within the well, emanating a despairing suction that devoured any approaching soul light.

The miasma, like viscous black oil, continuously seeped from the vortex, corroding the purification runes on the well walls.

The demons of the Redemption Camp, led by Xiong Pi, formed a massive demonic energy array, like a heavy shield, firmly blocking the vortex and the main body of the Reincarnation Well. The crimson demonic energy and the foul miasma collided and annihilated each other, emitting a sizzling corrosion sound.

Although the bear's true form was in the northern border, a huge phantom clone formed from pure demonic power stood at the forefront, emitting a roar that shook the very soul.

On the platform of defense, the resentment had boiled into a tangible black mist, and countless benevolent souls, eroded by the resentment, became hideous and attacked the defensive line formed by the ghostly soldiers.

Amid the chaos, an old ghost dressed in a tattered yamen runner's uniform, with white hair and beard, appeared unusually calm.

He wielded the enormous broom of the Well of Reincarnation, a symbol of his punishment, with clumsy yet strangely rhythmic movements.

Instead of directly confronting the resentment, he stood at the edge of the platform, sweeping away non-existent dust while recounting trivial matters from his life in an aged yet calm tone.

"...That year, a heavy snow fell, and half of the roof of Widow Zhang's house in the south of the city collapsed. Her two children were crying from hunger... I thought to myself, to hell with this bullshit rule of 'no one can overstep their bounds without being related,' I'm wearing this yamen runner's uniform just to protect my neighbors and ensure they can live in peace, right? So I grabbed a ladder and went over... Hey, the snow was really heavy, I almost froze to death..."

Lu Ziqing's voice was not loud, but it strangely pierced through the howls of the vengeful spirits and entered the ears of some benevolent spirits.

Several benevolent spirits, their faces contorted in rage as they charged frantically at the defensive line, paused slightly. They seemed to remember something, and a flicker of struggle crossed their distorted expressions.

Lu Ziqing's story has nothing to do with grand principles; it is simply about the most basic and down-to-earth sincerity of "neighborhood watch," which, like a gentle stream, quietly nourishes the soul burned by resentment.

"And then? Old Lu? Widow Zhang...did you thank you?"

A benevolent spirit, resembling a scholar, with the ferocity in its crimson eyes slightly diminished, asked a question instinctively, its voice hoarse.

Lu Ziqing paused with his broom, a simple, even slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his wrinkled old face: "Hey, you gave me half a basket of frozen cornbread...it's so sweet."

This simple, almost clumsy answer was like a pebble thrown into a boiling oil pan.

The raging black mist of resentment on the platform paused for an extremely brief and subtle moment. Several ghostly soldiers standing at the edge unconsciously loosened their grip on their long spears.

The deepest part of the abyss.

The pulsation of the Chaos Stone Embryo, under the combined influence of the warm current of sincerity from all living beings transmitted through the Star Network and the violent impact of the evil thoughts erupting from all over the Three Realms, became like a resounding war drum, heavy, rapid, and full of indescribable tension.

With each pulsation, the Eight Treasures Golden Lotus Mark and the Douluo Purple Fire Origin Mark, which were chasing and tearing at the core, flashed brightly and collided even more fiercely.

On the surface of the stone, threads of light and darkness surged in and were violently expelled, as if undergoing some kind of difficult digestion and transformation.

An invisible will, like a gentle breeze sweeping across the three realms, touched the hearts of Yang Jian, Jin, Mo Yan, Yun Luo, Xiong Pi, Lu Ziqing, and all the beings who were striving to protect the Star Network and practice their integrity.

That will, though weak, carried a tenacity and warmth from the dawn of creation, as if responding, affirming, like a silent praise, or like a slumbering giant about to awaken...

The pulse echoes.

Deep within the stone core, the chase and tearing between the golden lotus mark and the purple fire mark seemed to freeze for an insignificant moment when this will swept over them.

However, the next moment, the light from the collision became even more dazzling and resolute, as if foreshadowing that the road ahead was still full of unknown storms.

(End of this chapter)