Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 617

"Certainly!"

A clear shout resounded like a thunderclap from the heavens!

Yang Jian's figure appeared at the core of the Star Network Law projection, his third eye on his forehead opened wide, and brilliant silver light burst forth as if it were a tangible substance, pouring into the violently fluctuating Star Network.

His body shone with divine light, and he used the supreme power of the Scales of the Mind as a weight to forcibly weigh and suppress the raging energy turbulence.

The collapse of the Star Network was abruptly halted, but Yang Jian's face instantly turned ashen, his divine body trembled violently, and a trickle of golden divine blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The silver light acted like a dam, temporarily blocking the raging flood, but it continued to tremble and dissolve under the impact of the flood.

"The stone egg will crack... the star network will surely be destroyed... only the fire ignited by the sincere hearts of all beings can mend the crack in the sky and restore order to the world! The three realms are the furnace! All beings are the fire! Sincerity is the fuel!"

Yang Jian's voice resonated deep within the souls of every living being, carrying an undeniable resolve and a barely perceptible plea.

The words of wisdom left behind by Sun Wukong have now become the only true words of salvation!

The response ignited like sparks throughout the Three Realms, eventually converging into a raging inferno that burned the heavens!
In the Southern Continent, at the former site of Qinghe Village, the old village chief, once threatened by the subterranean fire caused by Mo Yan's river-opening project, led the surviving villagers, kneeling before the earth, cracked and charred by the recent explosion of the Soul-Devouring Gu. They had no power, only the simplest of hands clasped tightly, and the most devout thoughts gathered within them:
"Mother Earth...please calm your anger...protect the creatures of this land, protect the hope in the abyss..."

The faint prayers of countless mortals, like trickling streams, flowed relentlessly along the remaining veins of the Star Network towards the crumbling ley lines, miraculously calming the raging fire and allowing a faint glimmer of life to appear in the depleted nodes.

Beiju Luzhou, Huali Academy.

The barrier shattered under the combined impact of the demon army's assault and the breaking of the star network!

The ferocious demon soldiers surged in like a tidal wave.

However, what greeted them was not a cry of despair. Centered on Jin, all the students, regardless of race or the success or failure of their previous conversion of the Flame of Sincerity, now held hands, their minds united!

Within them, whether the flame of sincerity was faint or strong, it burned without reservation!
"With my heart as the flame! With my thoughts as the chain! Protect my academy! Repair my star network!"

Jin's voice was filled with bloodlust. Chains of golden-red flames shot out from their tightly clenched hands and from their burning hearts!

These fire chains disregarded physical distance, piercing through the chaotic battlefield and connecting directly to the broken, dim star web threads!

The fracture was forcibly welded and repaired by flame!
The raging demon soldiers crashed into the wall of fire chains formed from the sincere thoughts of the demons, but were actually stopped. The violent energy seemed to have met its nemesis, and it made a hissing sound as it melted away!
The Heavenly Ascension Platform stands beneath the Myriad Laws Stele. The primordial turbidity still rages.

However, under the radiant light of Yunluo Pure Heart Valley and inspired by the silver light of Yang Jian's suppression of the Star Network, several core disciples who had been corrupted by the turbid energy but had now forcibly regained their senses exchanged glances.

A young Taoist priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth that had spilled out from the impact of the turbid air, took a deep breath, ignored his aversion to the Buddha's light, and began to recite a chapter of the Tao Te Ching.

A novice monk beside him, whose mouth was also bleeding, had a flash of understanding in his eyes, put his hands together, and chanted Buddhist mantras.

Subsequently, more and more Buddhist and Taoist disciples joined in.

The Taoist principles of tranquility and non-action, and the Buddhist principles of compassion and great vows—two completely different scriptures—are no longer in opposition at this moment.

Their voices were initially somewhat chaotic and even clashed with each other, but under the gentle guidance of the light from the Pure Heart Spike in Yunluo's hand, and with their shared will to protect the Star Network, the two scriptures gradually began to resonate in a wondrous way! The turbid air gushing from the cracks on the Myriad Laws Stele seemed to be blocked and purified by this resonant sound.

Finally, a torrent of pure Buddhist and Taoist essence, temporarily fused together and imbued with golden and purple hues, poured down from the Ascension Platform like a dammed river, ignoring spatial distance, straight into the abyss, and fiercely injected into the gray-white stone egg on the verge of exploding!
abyss.

The infusion of the fusion of Buddhist and Taoist origins is like the final anchor, and also like a catalyst that ignites the final reaction.

The gray-white stone egg, riddled with cracks and with its internal Buddhist fire and Dao source in intense conflict, suddenly shrank inward!
Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Then--

"Hey!"

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

A chaotic light, indescribable in color and seemingly containing all the light and darkness, birth and death of the universe at its very beginning, gently yet irresistibly spread from the cracks in the stone egg.

The light instantly filled the entire abyss, and along the veins of the star network, at a speed that transcended time and space, gently brushed over every corner of the Three Realms, every inch of mountains and rivers, and every living being.

Wherever the light passed, the cracks in the Myriad Laws Stele were smoothed out as if by an invisible hand, and the primordial turbidity vanished; the broken and dim light threads on the Star Net instantly recovered, even becoming stronger and brighter; the demon soldiers who were attacking the academy were enveloped by this light, and their ferocious crimson eyes quickly faded, leaving them standing blankly in place; the filthy vortex of the Netherworld Reincarnation Well melted away like ice and snow, and the restless resentful spirits and malevolent energy were cleansed away, becoming peaceful and serene; the nodes of the explosion in the Southern Continent and the torn ley lines were gently enveloped, repaired, and mended by this chaotic light.

The mournful cries of heaven and earth ceased abruptly, leaving only a grand, harmonious, and revitalizing pulse echoing within.

At the very core of this chaotic light that filled the heavens and earth, a phantom yet incredibly clear figure slowly coalesced.

Golden fur, defiant eyes, and wearing tattered yet unyielding chainmail—it is none other than Sun Wukong!

His figure was clearer than ever before, carrying a sense of relief and acceptance that came from having experienced the vicissitudes of life and seen through everything.

He surveyed the Three Realms, reshaped by the light of chaos and brimming with boundless vitality, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, landing on every life striving and igniting the flame of sincerity.

His voice was no longer explosive, but carried a calm power that pierced the soul and proclaimed the changing of the ages, resonating in the hearts of every living being:

"The Way of Heaven is not supreme alone; all living beings are the law!"

As the words fell, Sun Wukong's illusory image, with a satisfied smile, dissipated like starlight, completely merging into the vast chaotic light. At the core of the light, the grayish-white stone egg had vanished without a trace. In its place was a "core" that defied description.

It has no fixed form; sometimes it resembles a swirling nebula, sometimes a beating heart, and sometimes it transforms into a talisman containing boundless Taoist principles.

It is neither gold nor stone, neither illusory nor real; it is the crystallization of pure laws and the will of all living beings! This is—the Chaotic Core!
The core slowly sank and eventually perfectly embedded itself into the radiant central node of the Star Network, becoming the ever-pulsating source and core of the entire newborn law network.

At this moment, the laws of the Three Realms were completely rewritten and reconstructed.

Reincarnation is no longer just a cold passage for rebirth; the obsessions of the deceased can also become a purifying force under the transformation of the Mirror of Mortal World; and the boundary between life and death becomes gentle and crossable under sincere intention.

The divide between immortals and mortals has not disappeared, but it is no longer an insurmountable barrier.

The Star Network serves as a bridge for communication, allowing mortals to improve themselves by harnessing the power of the earth's veins, while immortals must also observe the mortal world to maintain balance.

The path to immortality and the Karma Mirror Corridor remain the same, but Yunluo's Pure Heart Valley points out a new way to resolve karmic obstacles and harmonize one's true nature.

The demon race has finally broken free from the inescapable fate of "evil" and "chaos".

The flame of sincerity became the key to transformation, and the Huali Academy became a sacred temple for inheritance.

Demonic power is no longer necessarily synonymous with violence and destruction; it can also be guided by Ash to become a force of protection and creation. The Bear's Army of Atonement has become a staunch defender of the new order. An unprecedented, vibrant dynamic balance is slowly taking shape across the three realms and the universe, amidst the pulsation of the chaotic core and the flow of the star network.

The embers at the bottom of the abyss cooled completely, leaving only the eternally pulsating star network that connects all living beings and carries infinite possibilities and hopes, flowing silently above the sky of the newly born three realms.

A new era has truly begun, amidst silence and radiance.

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The heartbeat of the chaotic core was steady and powerful, like a newborn heart pulsating deep within the Three Realms.

The star web woven from billions of threads of light and darkness is now flowing with unprecedented vitality, tightly connecting reincarnation, immortals and mortals, and demons and spirits, and building the foundation of "all living beings are the law".

However, this was not a period of lasting tranquility, but rather the beginning of a new wave of change.

The glimmer of a new order had barely pierced the shadows of the past when it encountered a backlash from the depths of the shadows and the growing pains of its own immaturity.

Deep within the Heavenly Court, in the Temple of Law.

The hall was no longer just filled with cold silver light; the starlight threads entwined the ancient pillars like vines, flowing with a warm vitality.

Yang Jian sat upright beneath the newly solidified projection of the Heart Scale, his third eye half-closed, his vast divine thoughts anchoring the Three Realms through the Star Network.

The flood of information coming from the StarNet is not all thriving.

In Dize Town, Nanzhanbuzhou, several mortal villages, in their excessive excitement, attempted to draw upon the power of the earth's veins to cultivate spiritual fields. However, this triggered a small-scale overload of spiritual energy, causing the fertile soil to instantly turn black and crack, and the vitality to recede like a tide.

In the Wolf Howling Valley of Beiju Luzhou, the rugged wolf demons were trying to refine the old malevolent energy churning within their bodies into the fire of sincerity, following the method taught by Jin. However, the pure energy of the Star Network clashed fiercely with the savage demonic power in their bloodline. Several wolf demons had bloodshot eyes, howled in pain, and their claws uncontrollably tore at the ground. Their demonic power exploded out of balance like a runaway wildfire.

A faint, almost imperceptible, chilling divine thought, like a venomous snake, quietly seeped through the vibrant pulse of the Star Network, attempting to entangle itself around the core array of the Temple of Law.

Yang Jian's third eye suddenly opened, and a cold light flashed.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounded deep within the temple. The illusory image of the Heart Scales shone brightly with silver light. On one side of the scales were the terrified and helpless faces of the mortals of Dize Town, and on the other side was the rampant demonic energy of the out-of-control wolf demons of Wolf Howling Valley. The scales struggled to maintain a delicate balance amidst the violent shaking.

At the same time, the silver light emitted by the Heavenly Eye precisely locked onto the source of that cold divine thought—not the Netherworld, but a forgotten ancient immortal palace deep within the Heavenly Court.

Inside the mansion, several decaying, splendid elders of the immortal sect were gathered around a cracked celestial mirror, which reflected the faint light of the Law Temple and the core node of the Star Network.

Their eyes held no hope for a new life, only the deep-seated fear of losing power and a hint of desperate madness.

"Blinded by lust for power, stubborn and unyielding." Yang Jian's voice was as cold as ancient ice, piercing through the void and reaching the celestial palace. "The Star Network is the network of all living beings, not your private tool. If you continue your underhanded ways, the Heavenly Laws will not tolerate it!"

The divine thought, like an invisible hammer, slammed heavily onto the Sky-Gazing Mirror.

The mirror shattered instantly, scattering fragments that reflected the horrified, distorted faces of the elders.

The chilling divine sense dissipated instantly, but the solemnity between Yang Jian's brows did not disappear.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. In the depths of the underworld, those former officials of the underworld who have been stripped of their privileges, and those lingering resentful grudges lurking in the cracks of reincarnation, are also lurking in the darkness, waiting for cracks to appear in the Star Network.

Beiju Luzhou, Huali Academy, Rongxin Hall.

The scorching air currents, carrying violent demonic power, surged through the hall.

Several wolf demon students swelled up, their fur standing on end like steel needles, and they let out inhuman howls of pain from their throats. The black and red malevolent energy emanating from their bodies collided violently with the Star Network essence light threads that were trying to be injected into their bodies, bursting out dazzling sparks.

The surrounding demon students looked frightened and retreated.

"Keep your mind steady! Hold back your anger and transform it into sincerity!" Jin's voice pierced through the clamor of demonic power, calm and powerful.

He pressed his palms down, and what danced at his fingertips was not blazing flames, but pure streams of light condensed from countless tiny star webs of light, like silk threads, attempting to weave a flexible net of light to envelop the out-of-control student.

However, the old demonic power originating from the depths of its bloodline was exceptionally stubborn, like a maggot clinging to a bone, resisting the newborn power.

"Lord Jin...no...no...it feels like my body is about to explode!"

The wolf demon leader, Aru, struggled and howled, the whites of his eyes already mostly consumed by the raging blood.

Jin's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, instantly discerning the root of the conflict—the ancient demonic runes of bloodline inheritance clashing with the new laws!

He let out a low shout, and the light in his palm suddenly changed. Instead of being forcibly injected, it transformed into countless tiny rune chains that precisely pierced several key points of demonic power around Aru's body.

The chains are not for suppression, but for guidance, directing the pent-up energy of conflict towards Aru's palm.

"Remember the resolve you had when you protected the cubs of Howling Wolf Valley! That is the spark of your unwavering loyalty! Ignite it! Use it to melt the shackles in your blood!"

Jin's voice was like a resounding bell, striking straight to the heart.

Aru shuddered violently, a flicker of struggling clarity flashing in his blood-red eyes.

The image of him shielding his shivering cub with his battered body in the snowy night flashed before his eyes... A faint yet incredibly resilient warmth, accompanied by the unwavering determination to protect, struggled to emerge from the core of his raging fury.

With difficulty, he raised his trembling hand, and a tiny, pure, golden-red flame suddenly ignited in his palm!

The surrounding raging demonic energy seemed to be soothed by an invisible force, and the intensity of the conflict instantly decreased.

"It's done!" The demons inside the hall erupted in suppressed cheers.

Jin's tense expression eased slightly, but his eyes remained serious.

This is just a preliminary guide. The road ahead is still long to make this "Sincere Refinement" method stable and universally applicable, and to resolve the deep-seated problems in the bloodlines of billions of demons.

The light threads of the star network flowed silently within the hall, illuminating his resolute profile.

(End of this chapter)