Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 618

South Jambudvipa, on the edge of scorched earth in Dize Town.

The scorched earth exuded a pungent odor, and the cracks were bottomless.

The surviving mortals gathered together, their faces filled with fear and regret.

Mo Yan hovered in mid-air, with the improved "Star Pulse Compass" floating in front of him.

The compass is no longer just a projection of the landscape; it clearly displays the brilliant points of light representing the nodes of the star network, as well as the torrent of spiritual energy flowing deep within the earth's veins.

The node representing Dize Town is currently flashing a dangerous red light, and the earth's spiritual energy flow is in complete chaos.

"Master Mo, we...we just wanted to..."

Old Li's voice trembled, filled with self-reproach.

Mo Yan raised his hand to stop him, his gaze focused intently on the compass: "The old methods are gone, the era of brute force to seize the power of heaven and earth is over."

His fingers flew across the compass, his mental energy resonating with the earth beneath his feet through the Star Network.

"Symbiosis is not plunder. Spiritual essence is like water, which needs to be channeled, not blocked."

As he manipulated it, beams of light shot out from the compass, disappearing deep into the scorched earth.

A strange scene unfolded: the scorched earth did not immediately regain its vitality, but the violent and chaotic ley lines of earth energy, guided by the unseen forces, began to flow slowly along new, gentler paths, bypassing the vulnerable mortal villages and nourishing the surrounding undamaged mountains and forests.

A few faint wisps of green struggled to peek out from the cracks at the edge of the scorched earth.

“Observe the shape of the earth’s veins and listen to the will of the mountain spirits.” Mo Yan said in a deep voice to the solemn-looking master craftsmen of the Construction Bureau beside him, “Mark this place as a ‘symbiotic node,’ record the spiritual energy threshold and the channeling path, and enter it into the compass star map. Construction in the new world should be based on this.”

The master craftsmen bowed and accepted the order, their eyes gleaming with awe and a desire to explore the unknown.

The StarNet operates silently above their heads, instantly sharing the experiences and data of Dize Town with the industrial and construction nodes in other regions.

The era of the Mountain and River Compass has come to an end, and the era of the Star Pulse Compass has officially begun amidst lessons learned and exploration.

In the netherworld, beside the Well of Reincarnation.

The once gloomy and terrifying scene has been greatly changed. The foul air surrounding the well of reincarnation has thinned considerably, and soft wisps of starlight are interwoven on the well walls.

However, deep within the well, a thick, black, and malevolent miasma still churns and surges, waiting for its chance to strike back.

The newly appointed King Qin Guang, Lu Ziqing, dressed in a simple black royal robe, stood before the newly renovated "Pool of Karmic Thoughts of All Beings".

The pool water was no longer a cold mirror, but like warm jade liquid, with countless tiny points of light representing the obsessions of benevolent souls floating and swirling in the water like fireflies.

These pure obsessions are gently transformed and purified by the pool water, condensing into "Release Pills" that exude a calming and serene glow, slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool to nourish the foundation of the Reincarnation Well.

"The mirror of worldly affairs reflects karma, and karmic thoughts are transformed into attachments. The laws of the underworld are not immutable; one should always cherish a heart that helps the world."

Lu Ziqing looked at the scene in the pond and murmured to himself.

He held in his hands a newly revised draft of the Yin Laws, which had removed a large number of harsh and rigid clauses and added provisions for guiding and resolving the obsessions of benevolent souls.

The alchemy furnace of the Mysterious Furnace Boy hummed beside him, as he improved the formula of the "Yin-Yang Harmony Pill" based on the pure mental energy provided by the Karmic Mind Pool, in order to resolve the problem of energy conflicts in some souls under the new laws.

Suddenly, the miasma at the bottom of the well churned violently, and a foul force mixed with the resentment and lingering thoughts of the former King Qin Guang surged against the well wall, attempting to contaminate the entrance to the Karmic Pool!

The light threads of the Reincarnation Well instantly tightened, emitting a humming sound as if it could no longer bear the strain. Lu Ziqing's expression changed; he obtained the King's Seal and connected with the power of the Star Network:
"Purify the soul and protect it, suppress it!"

The roar of the bear came from afar. He led the demon soldiers of the Redemption Camp to form a battle formation. The brilliance of the Flame of Sincerity merged into the Star Network, jointly strengthening the defense of the Reincarnation Well.

The impact of the filth was temporarily contained, but the lurking resentment at the bottom of the well emitted a silent shriek, foreshadowing that the storm was far from over.

The path of reform is fraught with difficulties, with every step treading upon the thorns of past problems.

The core of the abyss, the chaotic heart core.

It floats silently, no longer merely a pulsating stone egg; its surface flows with a chaotic luster, and within it seems to contain a miniature, ever-changing cosmos.

All the threads of light and darkness in the StarNet originate from here and return to here.

The countless streams of beliefs from all living beings, whether great or small, good or evil, converge here to form a sea.

A wisp of Yang Jian's divine consciousness, like a silver star, hovered not far from the core of his heart.

He could feel the immense vitality of his core, and he could also sense a subtle, imperceptible crack deep within the forcibly fused Buddhist and Taoist origins, one that contained an aura of destruction—the ferocity of the Tushita Purple Flame and the compassion of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool had not yet fully merged.

This crack is like a hidden danger beneath a newly sprouted bud; once maliciously triggered…

Suddenly, the light in the core rippled slightly.

A blurry yet incredibly familiar figure flashed by in the chaotic halo.

The figure merely pointed vaguely, not at a powerful enemy, but at the heart scales deep within the Temple of Law, which maintain the balance of order in the three realms.

A single thought, transcending time and space, was directly imprinted deep within Yang Jian's soul:
"The law is like a net of heaven, but it also needs the threads of compassion to weave it. What difference is there between a heartless law and the shackles of the past?"

Yang Jian's divine consciousness avatar trembled violently! Sun Wukong's last will before dissipating had left an imprint on his core, and at the crucial moment when the Star Network and the Heart Scale resonated, it awakened him!
He suddenly turned around and looked at the scales that symbolized absolute order.

The scale beam remained straight, but the regretful tears of the mortals of Dize Town and the painful struggle of the wolf demons in Wolf Howl Valley as they refined their malevolent energy seemed exceptionally clear at both ends of the scale pan.

Can the scales of absolute order truly measure the confusion and pain that all beings experience on their quest for enlightenment?

A sudden realization, like a pebble thrown into an ancient well, rippled across his heart, which had been hardened for millennia.

The silver glow of the Temple of Law seemed to have subtly gained a touch of warmth.

This change is extremely subtle, yet like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, it quietly influences the rhythm of the Star Network's flow.

Deep within the Hengduan Mountains of the Southern Continent lies the abandoned Lin Family Cave. Darkness reigns like solidified ink.

Several figures draped in tattered cloaks moved like ghosts through the collapsed mine tunnels.

They exuded the nauseating, languid, deathly aura of the "Plague."

The leader of the "death squad" held a constantly writhing, pitch-black earthenware jar, inside which were countless "Spirit-Devouring Gu" that were as thin as hair and shimmered with an eerie purplish-black light.

His withered fingers stroked the earthenware pot, his voice hoarse like sandpaper: "The Chaotic Core... the Laws of All Beings? What a joke! It's just a more sophisticated cage! The cracks in the Buddhist and Taoist paths are the keys for us to tear apart this illusory new heaven!"

His eyes burned with a frenzied hatred, his gaze seemingly piercing through thick layers of rock, fixed on a certain node in the StarNet—the weakest point of reflection of the fusion of Buddhist and Taoist origins on the energy level of the material world.

"Using the Spirit Plague as a catalyst and the Spirit-Devouring Gu as a weapon... When the Star Network collapses, it will be the time for our Lord to return and reclaim the power that belongs to those who believe 'Man will conquer nature'!"

He slammed the earthenware pot down onto a crack in the ground that emitted a faint, star-like blue light, while also subtly revealing a conflicting aura of purple-gold and pale gold.

The earthenware pot shattered, and countless Soul-Devouring Gu, like piranhas that have smelled blood, frantically burrowed into the energy gap, greedily devouring the Buddhist and Taoist primordial power that constituted the star network!
The starlight surrounding the crack fluctuated violently and dimmed instantly, then rapidly spread outwards in a spiderweb-like pattern of black cracks!
The entire cave began to tremble violently, and rocks fell down in a rustling sound.

Almost at the same instant that the Soul-Devouring Gu burrowed into the crack.

In the Netherworld Karmic Pool, the water boiled violently, and black spots of resentment appeared on the pure Relief Pill!
At the Huali Academy in Beiju Luzhou, Jin suddenly looked up and felt a sharp, needle-like pain coming from the purification net. In the distance, the ancient, seductive horn sounded faintly once again!

Ascending to the Immortal Platform, where all paths lead, the Buddhist and Taoist disciples who were discussing the Dao felt a sudden tremor in their hearts. Wisps of turbid air were seeping from the edges of the newly healed cracks on the illusory image of the Myriad Laws Stele!
For the first time, the heartbeat of the abyss core exhibited a brief, heart-pounding disorder.

Deep within that chaotic luster, the forcibly mended cracks between Buddhism and Taoism suddenly became clear and glaring, like a wound about to burst open!

A chilling, filthy malice, imbued with the deepest lust for power and obsession with destruction, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening, frantically proliferated and spread from the cracks in the Star Network through the fissures created by the Soul-Devouring Gu!
This malice is not simply energy; it greedily draws upon the resentment of the former King Qin Guang, the unwillingness of the elders of the immortal sect, the rage of the ancient demon soul, and the twisted, extreme will of the Lin family's assassins to "conquer nature."

It tumbled, coalesced, and materialized at the wounds of the StarNet, and finally, an outline whose eeriness and evil defied description slowly emerged amidst the violent turbulence of the StarNet.

It has no fixed form; sometimes it resembles a distorted imperial crown, sometimes a flowing, murky river of blood, and sometimes it transforms into an aggregate of billions of faces filled with resentment, greed, and fear.

At its core burns a viscous, pus-like, yet terrifyingly destructive purplish-black flame—the embers of the original source of the Tushita Purple Flame, corrupted by the deepest filth!
Countless tiny Soul-Devouring Gu burrowed into its body, gnawing at the rules of the Star Network, emitting a hissing sound that sent chills down one's spine.

A voice, a mixture of countless malevolent thoughts, exploded deep within the consciousness of all the guardians, filled with blasphemy and mockery:
"All living beings are the law? What a grand and blatant lie! The law has always belonged only to power! To control! To eternal and unchanging authority! The so-called flames of sincerity you have ignited are nothing but the fuel of your own ignorance! This fragile star network, this hypocritical new heaven... I, 'The Demon of the Filthy World,' will toll your death knell!"

Before the words were finished, a gigantic demonic claw, composed of pure filth and turbid purple flames, spanning the star network of the three realms, tore through space with a terrifying aura of annihilation, and fiercely grabbed at the pulsating chaotic core at the heart of the abyss—the source of the newborn laws of the three realms!
The StarNet broke and dimmed along its path, emitting a painful wail!
Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye Silver Light, Jin's Chaos Dao Seed Power, Mo Yan's Star Pulse Compass Light Flow, Yun Luo's Moonlight, Lu Ziqing's Yin Law Clear Light... The power of all the guardians was instantly drawn by this world-destroying threat, transforming into dazzling barriers that converged before the core.

However, the claws of that vile demon contained the ultimate counterattack formed by all the darkness of the old world that was unwilling to perish, and its power far exceeded any previous crisis!
Before the first rays of dawn of the new era could shine, the deepest darkness had already arrived!
"Form ranks!" Yang Jian's stern shout pierced through the star network and resounded in the hearts of every guardian.

His third eye shone with silver light like a waterfall as he forcefully suppressed the surging divine blood, ignoring the wounds on his divine body that had burst open from forcibly activating the Heart Scale, and pushed the divine power of the Supreme Heart Scale to its limit.

A colossal phantom of the scales appeared at the core of the abyss, one end of the scales bearing the terrifying pressure of the world-destroying demonic shadow, while the other end was empty.

Just as the claws of the corrupting demons were about to touch the warm, luminous membrane of the heart's core—

Throughout the Three Realms, countless faint yet incredibly resilient lights suddenly shone!
South Jambudvipa, on the edge of scorched earth in Dize Town.

Mo Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and the improved "Star Pulse Compass" floated in front of him, its pointer spinning wildly.

His hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, his ten fingers entwined with the star web of light, as he pressed hard against the "symbiotic node" he had previously marked on the compass.

"Freeze!" he roared, his magical power surging into the compass without regard for cost.

The compass hummed, bursting forth with unprecedentedly brilliant starlight, forcefully communicating with the dormant spiritual will deep within the earth's veins.

Countless mortals watched in horror as the earth's veins in their homes were about to collapse from overload, and Mo Yan's will was transmitted through the Star Network.

The villagers of Qinghe Village who prayed for the extinguishing of the subterranean fire, the residents of Dize Town who witnessed the star vein compass guiding the flow of spiritual energy, and even countless ordinary people working in the fields—their most basic longing for a stable home and their deepest trust in the land beneath their feet were instantly captured and gathered by the scales of the heart.

Strands of earthy yellow light of faith, as resilient as the earth itself, ignored the barrier of the spiritual plague, pierced through the star network, and flowed into the empty end of the scales of the heart.

Climb to the Immortal Terrace.

The turbid air gushing from the cracks in the Wanfa Stele almost completely engulfed the opposing Taoist and Buddhist disciples, and hostility and resentment were growing.

Yun Luoqing let out a shout, and her petite body burst forth with the radiance of the bright moon. She gestured with her hands, as if embracing the entire Ascension Platform's brilliance.

The power of the moonlight is as pure as water, and it merges with the unwavering belief in her heart that sprouted before the Gate of Immortality, was tempered by the Star Network, and had its cracks mended.

She transformed the power of the moonlight, which combined the power of the Star Network with her own sincere devotion, into a clear, limpid galaxy, resolutely washing over the cracks in the Myriad Laws Stele.

"net!"

The turbid air melts away like ice and snow under the power of pure vows. What seeps out of the cracks is no longer hostility, but the confused thoughts of sentient beings, which have been forcibly purified and are filled with bewilderment and a trace of repentance.

This immense, purified willpower, following closely behind the beliefs of mortals, surged into the scales of the heart.

Beiju Luzhou, Huali Academy.

The purification net groaned under the oppressive power of the corrupting demons, while outside the barrier, the demon army, incited by the saber-toothed tiger demon soul, charged forward in a frenzy.

Jin stood atop the academy, the mark of the Chaos Dao Seed burning brightly between his brows.

Instead of attacking directly, he transformed the power of the Dao Seed into countless warm points of light, showering them upon the bewitched demons struggling between rage and reason, especially the wolf demons suffering from the conflict of demonic power.

"Look! That's protection, not shackles!"

He pointed towards the core of the abyss, his voice traveling through the star network into the chaotic minds of every demon.

Inside the academy, the students who had been enlightened by Jin and Xiongpi witnessed the barrier on the verge of collapse, and the longing for peace and new life ignited in their hearts by the fire of sincerity instantly rose.

They no longer merely passively defended, but actively gathered their transformed essence and fire, resonating with the power of Jin's Dao Seed, transforming into a crimson-gold sea of ​​flames that surged against the torrent of demonic energy, forcefully withstanding the pressure of the purification net.

This sincere fire, belonging to the demon race and tempered with ferocity, also transformed into a torrent flowing into the scales of the heart.

(End of this chapter)