Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 460 The Great Dark Heaven - The Dark Mythological World Descends!

The golden staff of the Third Young Master of Aolai drew a dazzling arc of light in the void. The light was like the scorching sun burning the darkness, and it forcefully split the pouring dark purple lightning in two.

The lightning exploded on both sides of the arc of light, turning into a sky full of purple flames that fell, but strangely froze into ice when they touched the barrier inside the circle.

"You underestimate me too much." The Third Young Master's voice was no longer frivolous; every word seemed to carry immense weight. "This world is not one you can touch."

You Tian stood atop the dark clouds, his long hair dancing wildly like an ink snake. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his right hand opened its five fingers and then suddenly clenched them.

Suddenly, portals appeared in the void and then burst open, connecting the two worlds.

The Netherworld is a collection of worlds from Under One Person, Resident Evil, Joy of Life, Plants vs. Zombies, Tomb Raider, and Ghost Blows Out the Light.

The rules within are complex and intertwined, ultimately evolving into ancient gods filled with holiness, depravity, distortion, destruction, evil, immortality, ferocity, and more.

These ancient gods, influenced by the incense and faith of all living beings and the poison of that faith, have become completely corrupted mythological deities.

Subsequently, You Tian, ​​as the Heavenly Dao of the You Tian Realm, was endowed with fragments of demonic laws by Meng Fan, causing these ancient gods to undergo further transformation.

The first entity to emerge from the boundary gate resembled a thousand-armed Guanyin, with rotten sandalwood seeping from the base of the lotus platform.

The fingers that should have been plucking flowers were all broken in the opposite direction, and an infant's arm covered in incense ash peeked out from the gaping hole in the palm; there was no face under the gilded crown, only the constantly peeling gold foil forming the two characters "Namo" in the void, which then twisted into the mantra "devour" in the next second.

The twelve necklaces were made by stringing together the spines of believers, and each relic glowed with a ghostly green phosphorescence in the eye socket.

Then, an ancient god roared out from the portal. It was a dragon god, its body half-corroded into bronze fragments and wrapped in lightning. Black oil was seeping from the gear-shaped Bagua disc in its left eye socket.

Three hundred and sixty longevity tablets were inlaid on the reverse scale, and the molten merit coins had solidified into tumor-like lumps in the abdominal cavity.

Whenever He exhales clouds, semi-mechanized boys and girls fall from the dragon's horns, chanting distorted praises in the void.

Following closely behind were two Taoist priests, one of whom wore a purple robe covered with constantly emerging white maggots, and the whisk was actually made of tangled nerve fibers.

Countless human faces floated within the auspicious clouds where the Three Flowers Gather at the Top. Whenever He made a hand seal, those faces would spew out winged insects from their seven orifices.

The most bizarre thing was the halo behind his head. The golden wheel of merit, which should have been perfect and flawless, was now covered with honeycomb-like insect nests and was rhythmically contracting in sync with the chanting of the Tao Te Ching.

The other, with countless fungal-like blood vessels extending from the hem of his Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on a lion whose head was covered with human-faced tumors.

Whenever He divines the secrets of heaven, hexagrams burst forth from the cracks in His skin. The hexagrams of the I Ching are undergoing spontaneous transformations. The Qian hexagram becomes a dazzling miniature sun, and the Kun hexagram transforms into a writhing carpet of flesh.

The most horrifying thing is the long hair tied up with a jade hairpin, with the head of a deity hanging from the end of each strand.

Another statue of a conjoined twin goddess appears, the two back-to-back statues constantly switching between hymns and screams.

The left side of the body is draped in a blood-stained wedding dress, and milky white nectar transforms into nematodes from the stigmata that pierced the palm; the right side of the body is covered with the mouths of mammals, and the golden chalice connected by the umbilical cord is soaking in a constantly multiplying miniature cross.

Within the crown of thorns they held aloft together, countless tiny fetuses were licking the jewels on the crown with their barbed tongues.

In addition, there are many others. Each fallen god retains the characteristics of its original belief system, but presents a bizarre sense of distortion through biological mutation, mechanical fusion, and conceptual pollution.

As they moved, they would leave behind blood that shimmered with gold, and their whispers were mixed with fragments of chants, hymns, and verses, whether they were being worshipped or cursed, it was unclear.

The corrupted ancient gods slowly descended from the portal of the Netherworld, their bodies entwined with twisted runes, each line seemingly telling a story of a corrupted faith.

Some have rotting wings, others are covered in wriggling tentacles, and still others are covered in eyes that open and close constantly, like the deformed remains of gods eroded by the poison of incense.

You Tian sneered, raised his hand and waved it. The fallen ancient gods who descended from You Tian Realm let out piercing screams, and their twisted bodies began to come into contact with the creatures outside the Fox Demon World.

There was a being similar to Jin Chenxi, an extraterrestrial being who could devour emotions and control living beings, who was now merging with a fallen ancient god whose body was covered in pustules, whose appearance was solemn but whose blood was flowing with corrupt divine blood.

His body instantly swelled up, transforming into the image of a pot-bellied Buddha.

He wore a dazzling yellow robe, had yellow eyebrows and a white beard, and his head was adorned with multiple ordination scars. Two heavy strings of Buddhist beads hung around his neck, and a distorted halo hung behind his head.

Its robes resembled a golden, viscous ocean, which amplified its corrosive properties several times over.

Then He opened His enormous, blood-stained, and filthy mouth and laughed heartily: "If you do not kill, hatred will never end. If you do not steal, what difference is there between the strong and the weak? If you do not commit adultery, all sentient beings are sinful. If you do not lie, dreams and illusions are empty. If you do not crave alcohol, fear and anxiety rise and fall impermanently. If you do not indulge in pleasure, youth is but a fleeting moment. If you do not crave sleep, you will not find liberation from suffering. If you do not indulge in lust, all actions are devoid of life."

"Excellent, excellent! I wish to restore Leiyin Temple, to relieve suffering and distress, and to become a great Buddha, but first I must serve as a beast of burden."

"Today, I open the door of convenience to guide all sentient beings. You sentient beings have already done your duty. If you enter my fold, you will naturally become the great gods and Buddhas."

As a grand and sacred Buddhist chant echoed, the fallen ancient god in the form of Buddha shone with golden light, actually condensing into a distorted phantom of Leiyin Temple in the void.

Instead of copper bells, the eaves of the temple are covered with countless baby skulls, which collide in the wind and produce a chilling cry.

The moment the distorted phantom of Leiyin Temple appeared, the infant skulls on the eaves suddenly chanted the Rebirth Mantra in unison.

The rotten sandalwood condensed into eight golden lotuses, their hearts split open with dark gaps, and eight figures emerged, enveloped in shattered Buddhist light.

Indra, one of the Devas, is an emperor wearing a twelve-tassel crown whose body is covered with bronze chains, each chain sprouting eerie eyeballs.

His robes extended from the hem like centipede limbs, and the spear he held was actually a golden spine, with black pus and blood constantly oozing from the relics embedded between the joints. Every time he took a step, the phantom of the Thirty-Three Heavens collapsing appeared in the void.

Naga King, an eight-headed dragon, each head adorned with a tattered imperial crown. Seven bronze swords were embedded in the reverse scales of his body, which was covered with oracle bone script markings, and black grease constantly oozed from his wounds.

The skullcap at the very center has been opened, revealing a lotus platform made of the skulls of believers. On the platform sits a miniature, decaying dragon god, gnawing on its own tail.

Yaksha Rakshasa, a three-faced, six-armed demon, is entirely indigo blue, with corrosive liquid constantly dripping from her open compound eyes on her chest.

The skull necklace hanging from her waist was biting at each other, and the tip of the steel fork in her hand held six melting prayer wheels. Every time she let out a shrill laugh, a scene of countless pregnant women suffering difficult childbirth would appear behind her.

Gandharva, the goddess of music, clasps a lute, her skin as transparent as glass, yet within her flows a shimmering, multicolored light and shadow. When the strings are plucked, illusions of believers gouging out their own eardrums appear in the air. Asura, the war god, a giant with four heads and eight arms, each face shifting between different expressions of agony. The sun and moon wheel he wields is rusted a dark red, and when the weapons clash, sparks carrying teeth fly out.

Inside the chest cavity, three hundred and sixty battlefield souls could be seen tearing at each other, while a blood lotus growing from the navel was devouring the iron chains wrapped around His body.

The Garuda, the golden-winged bird, its once magnificent wings now covered in mold, its beak dripping molten gold. The necklace around its neck is made of miniature coffins strung together, and with each flap of its wings, decaying Sanskrit feathers fall.

Most terrifying of all are its claws, with three toes gripping the skulls of the Taoist, the monk, and the Confucian scholar, respectively, from which winged maggots are emerging.

Kinnara, the Song Saint, is a deity with a human head and a deer body, with coral-like antlers on his head. Each branch is hung with dried corpses, and when he plays the jade flute, blood-stained filth seeps from the holes.

Mahoraga Earth Dragon, a half-serpent demon draped in a tattered kasaya, with twisted Ksitigarbha Sutra engraved on every scale of its tail.

When the hands are clasped together, the palms split open into a mouth full of sharp teeth, and the chanting sounds materialize into countless transparent centipedes that crawl into the ears. In the third eye between the foreheads, the eighteen levels of hell are reflected in the image of the present world.

Eight fallen gods surrounded the Buddha, protecting him.

"This is what real..."

The Buddha's voice suddenly transformed into a chorus of millions, each syllable causing the void to crack: "The Dharma is boundless."

Just then, a vertical crack resembling a pupil appeared in the void, revealing a god who embodies the laws of heaven and earth!
The fallen god had three faces: the front face was the gilded image of Erlang Shen, the left face was twisted into a blue-faced demon gnawing on incense, and the right face was covered with ever-expanding mechanical eyelids.

The head that should have been adorned with the Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown was now swirling with a blood and flesh pagoda made of believers' skulls.

His third eye. The vertical pupil in mythology that could discern evil spirits had now transformed into a vortex constantly oozing black blood, with maggots crawling all over the whites of his eyes, bearing the words "pardon" written on them.

Whenever maggots burrow into the pupil, a new priest with a hideous, demonic face is born from the gaps in His armor.

Holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, with thousands of struggling incense and prayer threads wrapped around its blade, the ends of which were connected to the phantoms of mortals whose life essence had been drained.

"Now that the True Lord has appeared, why don't you surrender?"

The three faces of the fallen god spoke simultaneously, their voices causing the barrier of the circle to crack. The blue-faced demon on the left suddenly stretched its neck, devouring all the scattered dark purple lightning nearby, and countless veins wrapped in lightning burst forth on its neck.

His celestial hound was even more terrifying. What should have been a majestic white-haired slender hound had now transformed into a monster made up of countless fangs and skeletons, with canine teeth growing between every finger, like a mountain of teeth.

Beside him stood a young deity, riding on wheels of wind and fire, but within those flames that should have been burning away karmic obstacles, there were clearly countless charred infant skeletons curled up.

The Hun Tian Ling was like a blood-red placenta, and the arms, which were as white as lotus roots, were now covered with corpse spots. The Qian Kun Huan was stuck deep in the rotting flesh of the neck, and rusty yellow pus and blood kept seeping out with a cold laugh.

Another creature from outside the circle, who was originally skilled at manipulating people's hearts and parasitizing demonic power, was now being devoured by a fallen god covered in tentacles and resembling a rotting octopus. His body was twisted and deformed, and his writhing tentacles could directly extract the souls of living beings.

The Heavenly Pride, originally a beast that could only possess the embodiment of pride, is now merging with a fallen god who wears the Broken King's headdress, is engulfed in black flames, and has twelve pairs of jet-black wings.

It transformed into a demon god with backward-pointing, bony wings. Its crown was adorned with seven constantly wailing heads, each face frozen in extreme arrogance and agony.

Whenever the bone wings unfold, a rain of pitch-black arrogance pours down, plunging all who are touched into eternal self-worship.

More and more fused forms of fallen ancient gods continue to emerge from the gate: writhing flesh on the cross, screaming nascent souls being refined in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, Bodhi trees covered with human faces…

These twisted beings roared together at a forbidden name, the sound waves causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the barrier within the circle.

These new monsters are neither purely extraterrestrial beings nor simply fallen ancient gods. They combine the characteristics of both worlds, possessing both the extraterrestrial beings' ability to corrupt emotions and will, and the terrifying divine power of fallen ancient gods, even capable of distorting the rules of heaven and earth.

In other words, the opponent had no chance of winning at all.

You Tian looked at the extremely solemn and wary Third Young Master of Aolai and said, "I can give you a chance. As long as you lead all living beings to surrender, all living beings can live."

"And you will also be going to a rich and beautiful world. What do you think about it?"

The golden staff in Aolai Sanshao's hand trembled slightly. He looked up at the overwhelming army of fallen gods and suddenly chuckled, "A rich and beautiful world? Is that what makes all living beings look like?"

"Behind me lies the industry, Aolai Kingdom, Huaguo Mountain, the world I protect!"

"Surrender? Impossible!"

Looking at his unruly appearance, You Tian couldn't help but think of that monkey who fought against heaven and earth. Unfortunately, that monkey also couldn't escape the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain.

"That's fine!"

You Tian sighed softly, then called out, "Come from the east!"

"The little monk is here!"

The fallen god, who resembled a Buddha, hurriedly bowed humbly to You Tian, ​​his face full of fawning smiles. But those smiles only made the sores writhing beneath his robes churn even more violently.

"Convert them," You Tian said calmly, as if he were merely giving a trivial instruction.

"Follow the law!"

The moment the Buddha from the East turned around, his solemn and dignified appearance instantly twisted into a greedy and ferocious one.

He clasped his hands together, and the halo behind his head suddenly expanded, transforming into a golden vortex that blotted out the sky.

Countless arms wrapped with prayer flags emerged from the vortex, transforming into the form of the future Buddha, each holding a silver halberd, relic, golden bell, and many other magical treasures, looking at the Third Young Master of Aolai.

"Since you can see the future, why don't you worship?"

(End of this chapter)