Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 614

The pulsation of the Chaos Stone Embryo suddenly became violent, each contraction and expansion like the struggle of a dying beast, causing the star network covering the three realms to tremble violently.

The core of the stone embryo was no longer pulsating, but rather experiencing a destructive explosion!

The vast golden light of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and the primordial flames of the Tushita Purple Fire, like two enraged ancient dragons, completely abandoned their probing and erosion, and directly collided with each other in the most primal and brutal manner!
boom--! ! !
A silent, destructive impact exploded inside the stone embryo, but through the Star Network it transformed into a sharp, mournful cry that swept across the three realms.

The underworld was the first to bear the brunt.

The enormous Red Dust Mirror, suspended above Fengdu City, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if struck by a heavy hammer. Its last glimmer of light was completely extinguished, turning into a piece of lifeless, stubborn iron, which crashed down and slammed into the front of the interrogation platform. The fragments were mixed with the desperate cries of the pent-up benevolent souls that suddenly erupted.

Beside the Well of Reincarnation, the filthy vortex driven by the remnants of King Qin Guang's forces suddenly expanded. The turbid filth, as if finding an outlet, surged wildly, mixing with the miasma of the Netherworld, and rushed towards the Redemption Camp demons and Lu Ziqing, who were desperately forming an array.

Lu Ziqing was tightly holding the trembling hand of an old, benevolent spirit. His meager spiritual power was as insignificant as dust in the face of the overwhelming filth, yet his face remained stubbornly calm: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be alright. As long as you are sincere, Heaven will be with you..."

He kept repeating himself, futilely wiping away the stains formed by the turbid tears and foul air from the benevolent soul with his sleeve. His simple, almost clumsy, "sincerity" shone faintly but persistently in the filthy torrent.

Southern Jambudvipa, deep within the Hengduan Mountains.

The improved Mountain and River Disc by Mo Yan floated in the center of the Gongzaofu camp. Large swaths of light representing the nodes of the Star Network Earth Vein were being rapidly swallowed up and extinguished by the ominous gray-black.

"The plague is completely out of control!"

Mo Yan roared, his voice barely audible amidst the piercing lamentations of the StarNet.

The "Man Will Conquer Nature" believers, incited by the remnants of the Lin family, have become the perfect vessel for the spiritual plague. A strange black tide, like a living thing, burst forth from the abandoned mine, spreading rapidly along the fissures in the earth's veins. Wherever it passed, life withered, and vegetation instantly decayed. The craftsmen who had no time to evacuate had their eyes rolled back, and thick black gas surged beneath their skin as they wailed and lunged at the core of the still-operating purification array.

Mo Yan's eyes were bloodshot, his hands pressed tightly against the control array plate, frantically drawing upon the earth's vein power in an attempt to construct a barrier, while he let out a low growl that was almost like weeping blood:
"Symbiosis! I will live and die with the earth's veins!"

His body radiated a burst of earthy yellow light, which subtly trembled in sync with the pulse of the earth groaning in pain beneath his feet, forcibly slowing down the rate at which the black tide was engulfing him.

At the edge of the camp, Yunluo, who had just arrived, was pale. The clear moonlight poured out from her newly ascended immortal body, enveloping several artisan puppets that were about to be completely swallowed by the black energy like a thin veil.

She formed a hand seal, her voice clear yet unwavering: "Awaken! With sincere devotion, keep the lamp of your heart burning!"

The clear light seeped into the black energy, temporarily suppressing the restlessness.

Beiju Luzhou, Huali Academy.

The chaotic purification network constructed by Ember groaned under the immense pressure of the StarNet tremors, with countless fine cracks spreading outwards.

The bewitching horn, suppressed deep within the academy and condensed from the karma of ancient demon souls, suddenly intensified tenfold!
Like countless thorny brambles, they pierced the hearts and minds of every demon in the academy.

Jin, who was struggling to maintain the formation, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered.

Those young demons who had been calming down under the "Fire of Sincerity" suddenly had their pupils filled with a violent crimson color. Their demonic power exploded out of control like a burst dam, and they roared as they pounced on their companions and the academy buildings, plunging the scene into complete chaos.

The bear's clone roared and stood like a mountain at the forefront of the attack. Its giant paw swung out, but stopped abruptly before it could smash the head of a wolf demon cub.

The cub's eyes were filled with pure pain and madness, devoid of any reason.

The bear's chest heaved violently as it ripped open its armor, revealing the old scar that had almost split it in two, a scar filled with endless pain and violence. The scar writhed like a centipede under the surge of demonic power.

His voice, like thunder, drowned out the horns and roars: "Look! Is this what you wanted?! Under the old order of heaven, you and I are both wounded beasts! Now, the path is at your feet! Wake up—!"

Those hideous scars have now become the most shocking accusation and cry for justice.

The Heavenly Ascension Platform is already in a state of chaos.

The sixteen-character mantra on the Myriad Laws Stele flashed wildly, the Daoist patterns and Buddhist seals tore violently apart, a huge crack pierced through the stele, and countless tiny pebbles fell down.

The conflict between the young disciples of Taoism and Buddhism, stemming from their differing ideologies, quickly escalated into a clash of magical powers. The chaotic flow of energy of different natures tore more cracks into the solid foundation of the Ascension Platform.

The main rift that Yunluo had mended was also on the verge of collapse under the impact.

High above, the Antarctic Immortal, his beard and hair bristling, was locked in a fierce confrontation with the Venerable Guanyin, their bodies radiating celestial light and Buddhist power.

The immortal's wide robe sleeves moved without wind, and a point of intensely bright purple light flickered and danced wildly in his sleeve, causing the temperature to rise sharply, almost setting his entire sleeve on fire. It was the jade talisman that was imbued with the essence of the Tushita Purple Fire!

The Three Realms are on the verge of collapse!
Deep within the Lingxiao Palace, Yang Jian stood before the massive projection of the star network. The chaotic scenes of the Three Realms were like a red-hot iron, scorching his divine soul, which was illuminated by his all-seeing divine eye.

Countless nodes are collapsing, and crimson light, representing crisis, is flashing wildly.

His third eye on his forehead opened wide in anger, and a vast silver light, pure to the extreme and capable of judging all things, burst forth from between his brows, instantly injecting into the violently fluctuating core of the Star Network projection!

"town!"

The divine decree resounded throughout the heavens, not through the air, but directly echoing deep within the consciousness of every being guarding the star network!

The silver light, like a stabilizing needle, forcefully penetrated the most critical core nodes of the Star Network—the Netherworld Reincarnation Well, the pivot of the Hengduan Mountains in the Southern Continent, the purification source of the Huali Academy in the Northern Continent, and the base of the Ten Thousand Laws Stele on the Ascension Platform!
The StarNet's lament was abruptly silenced for a moment, and the tremors subsided slightly.

In this brief respite bought by Yang Jian with the power of the Supreme Scales of the Mind, a strange sight appeared under the Heavenly Eye's perception. It was not a tangible torrent of energy, but countless slender, tenacious, and pure threads of light, relentlessly piercing through the chaotic star network from all corners of the Three Realms and from the bodies of those guardians, flowing upstream and stubbornly surging towards the chaotic stone embryo at the bottom of the abyss!
Yang Jian clearly "saw":

At the edge of the Well of Reincarnation in the Netherworld, Lu Ziqing's clumsy yet incredibly persistent "sincerity" transformed into a ray of warm white light, piercing through the filthy vortex.
The construction of the Southern Continent Palace, with Mo Yan's "obsession" of resonating with the earth and vowing to coexist with the earth's veins, transformed into a thick, earthy yellow light stream, resisting the spreading black tide of spiritual plague.
At the edge of the crack in the Ascension Platform, Yunluo's "good intentions" in trying her best to mend the crack and protect all living beings transformed into a cool, moonlit radiance.
At the Northern Continent Academy, Xiong Pi's display of his scars to awaken his kin, and Jin's "persistence" in channeling his malevolent energy with the Chaos Seed, respectively transformed into an indomitable crimson light and an all-encompassing chaotic gray light...

There are countless other, more subtle and ineffable lights of faith: the prayers of mortals, the protection of spirits, the responsibilities of gods and immortals... They are faint, yet they are resilient because of their purity and united because of their sincerity!
These intangible and intangible "sincere thoughts," at the moment when the Star Network was on the verge of collapse, under the guidance of Yang Jian's divine power and the amplification of the Star Network itself as a channel, actually converged into a substantial and warm torrent of light. Like billions of luminous streams, they ignored the barriers of space, penetrated all chaos and filth, and continuously poured into the chaotic stone embryo at the bottom of the abyss, where the origins of Buddhism and Taoism were frantically devouring each other!

Inside the stone core, the collision between golden light and purple fire had reached its final stage.

The golden lotuses in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool withered and faded, transforming into a pure golden torrent of destruction; the Purple Flame of Tushita also lost all its forms, leaving only the primordial purple intent that burns all things.

Two supreme forces, powerful enough to easily tear apart a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, were like two supernovae about to explode, squeezing, tearing, and annihilating each other at extremely close range!
Under the impact of the violent destructive force inside, the incredibly tough outer shell of the stone body finally developed countless fine cracks and was on the verge of complete collapse.

Once the stone core shatters, these two uncontrolled primordial forces will be released instantly, enough to turn the entire abyss, along with the fragile star web above it, into cosmic dust!
Just before this annihilation, a warm and resilient torrent originating from the Star Network, carrying the heavy "sincere intentions" of all beings in the Three Realms, ignored the destructive storm of the origin of Buddhism and Taoism, penetrated the cracks in the stone body, and forcibly entered the core!

The injection of this power is like adding a drop of ice water to a boiling oil pan.

The golden light and purple fire that were annihilating each other and dragging everything toward the end suddenly stopped!
A faint yet familiar wave of will, tinged with both arrogance and boundless weariness, quietly awakened at the deepest core of that destruction, like the first breath after billions of years of slumber, under the sweeping force of this torrent of sincerity.

"...The bear's...scar...painful...but awake..."

"...Jin's chaotic...inclusiveness..."

"...Little rabbit...mending...smooth..."

"...Mortals...craft...and live together with the earth's veins..."

"...Underworld...Judge...sincerely...wiping away tears..."

Countless voices, countless images, and countless profound beliefs of "sincerity" that bear no trace of Buddhist or Taoist influence and belong solely to life itself surged into this newly revived will like a tide.

"...Buddha? Taoism? Ha..."

A weary sigh, yet carrying a profound understanding that seemed to pierce through eternity, echoed clearly amidst the destructive storm raging within the stone core.

"Sincerity is neither Buddhist nor Taoist, but the original mind of all beings!"

Sun Wukong's remaining will has fully awakened! The voice carried a clear understanding that saw through illusion, and even more so, a resolute determination that transcends life and death!

He looked at the two supreme primordial forces that were still frantically devouring each other under the force of inertia, about to drag each other, the stone embryo, and the three realms into the abyss of destruction, and then he hesitated for a moment longer.

"In that case, I, Old Sun, will use the original nature of all living beings to reforge this heaven!"

boom--! ! !
Sun Wukong's will, that last remaining wisp of his primal imprint, erupted with its final, most dazzling light! There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a tearing force originating from the will itself. It didn't attack the golden light or the purple flames, but instead crashed headlong into the very core of his remaining will!
Click!

The very source that symbolizes the final mark of the Monkey King was deliberately torn apart and shattered by him!
This shattered will did not dissipate; instead, it transformed into an invisible and intangible yet incredibly resilient giant net, carrying the immense power bestowed by the sincere faith of all beings and the inclusive meaning of harmonizing all things, and suddenly swept towards the center!
Those two irreconcilable forces, the very essence of Buddhism and Taoism—the vast golden light of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and the scorching purple intent of the Tushita Purple Fire—were forcibly contained by this giant net formed from Sun Wukong's shattered will and the fusion of the sincerity of all living beings! Like two evil dragons whose vital points were seized, they let out a deafening roar of resentment!

"melt!"

The fragments of Sun Wukong's will emitted a silent cry, resonating completely with the gathered flames of sincerity from all living beings!
The giant net suddenly contracted! The force of the contraction did not originate from Buddha, nor from Tao, but from the pure "sincere" power of all beings in the three realms who guarded the star net, longed for peace, and originated from their own hearts!
laugh--! ! !
An unimaginable fusion occurred in an instant! The golden light and purple fire were forcibly squeezed and blended together, no longer clearly distinct, but rather intertwined!
The devastating conflict was forcibly reconciled and suppressed by a higher, chaotic yet orderly force!
The dazzling gold and deep purple swirled and intertwined wildly, eventually transforming into an indescribable chaotic light, within which were also contained strands of orderly golden threads.

The star network covering the three realms suddenly contracted inward! Billions of threads of light and darkness were as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, breaking away from their original anchored spatial nodes, emitting a piercing shriek, and frantically collapsing towards the stone core at the bottom of the abyss that was undergoing a qualitative change!

The stone shell could no longer withstand the terrifying power of the attack from both inside and outside, and it turned into dust with a crash!

The light engulfed everything.

At the bottom of the abyss, the violently pulsating chaotic stone embryo vanished without a trace.

Instead, there is a "seed" that floats quietly in absolute nothingness.

It was no bigger than a fist, its entire body flowing with a hazy, primordial light, yet its surface was covered with fine, mysterious, ever-changing golden Dao patterns and purple fire marks.

Chaos and order, two diametrically opposed yet perfectly symbiotic energies, achieved an incredible balance in this small seed of the Dao.

A brand new, life-giving vitality quietly emanates from it.

Returning to the Source of the Dao!

"Roar--!!!"

A terrifying roar that shattered the heavens resounded throughout the world!
An indescribable monster was born amidst the frenzied interweaving of purple and black light!
Its body resembled a colossal skeletal beast engulfed in purple flames, yet its surface was covered with countless twisted and writhing ancient demonic souls, with purple flames leaping in its empty eye sockets, capable of burning everything!

Its enormous body exudes a destructive aura that makes even true immortals tremble in their souls—the Karmic Fire Demon Puppet!

This monster, forcibly formed by the fusion of the essence of the purple flames of the Tushita Heaven and the karma of ancient demon souls, suddenly turned its enormous head, composed of countless demon soul faces, toward the abyss as soon as it took shape!

It seemed to be driven completely mad by the aura of newborn laws emanating from the suspended Origin Seed!
That was the dregs of the old order's extreme hatred for the new order!

(End of this chapter)