Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 622

The brightest point, trailing a long, burning tail, plummeted like a meteor towards the edge of the scorched earth of Dize Town in the Southern Continent, ravaged by spiritual energy overload.

Mo Yan, who was trying his best to dredge the disordered earth veins and whose forehead was covered in sweat, suddenly looked up and felt a familiar yet sorrowful aura rushing towards him.

The fragment silently sank into a rock in front of him that had become scorching hot and cracked due to the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

"Jin... Fellow Daoist?"

Mo Yan's fingertips uncontrollably touched the surface of the rock, which had suddenly become warm and smooth, radiating a faint, chaotic luster. A thought, carrying a scorching heat yet incredibly resilient and peaceful, surged into his heart from his fingertips. It was Jin's last obsession, his attachment to and entrustment to this land beneath his feet.

The star vein compass he was controlling suddenly hummed, the pointer spun wildly, and countless tiny runes on the compass surface combined and deduced on their own at an unprecedented speed, instantly increasing the efficiency of channeling the disordered earth veins several times over. The violent earth vein spiritual flow at the edge of the scorched earth even showed a faint sign of docility.

Another, slightly smaller fragment drifted down like a firefly to the cracked, demon-blood-stained battlefield of the Huali Academy in Beiju Luzhou.

The bear, besieged by the remaining demon soldiers of the Reverse Star Alliance and covered in blood, spotted that familiar light amidst the gray dust and chaotic energy.

It fell squarely onto the massive, lifeless remains of the rhinoceros demon, A Meng.

The bear let out a deafening roar, its huge paws swatting away two demon soldiers beside it, and then pounced on Ah Meng without regard for anything else.

Just as his massive, scarred hand was about to touch Ah Meng's corpse, the fragment of chaos suddenly merged into the root of Ah Meng's shattered rhinoceros horn.

hum!
A visible ring of dark gold ripples, carrying the chaotic aura of Jin and a trace of Sun Wukong's unruly will, spread out from A Meng's corpse as the center.

The violent shockwave overturned all the surrounding demon soldiers, and even the bear was pushed back several steps.

He stared wide-eyed at the tip of A Meng's dull rhinoceros horn in disbelief, where a faint but incredibly tenacious dark golden flame was flickering on the broken keratin layer!

The flames were devoid of any ferocity or scorching heat; instead, they exuded a warmth and steadfastness that cleansed the soul.

The raging demonic blood surging in Xiong Pi's chest seemed to be soothed in an instant. An indescribable sorrow and enlightenment swept over his body. It was the embers that Jin had burned himself to give, and the path of redemption that A Meng had not been able to complete!

He suddenly knelt on one knee, his huge head bowed low, and facing the faint flame, he let out a low sob that was a mixture of endless sorrow and a renewed belief.

The wailing sounded like a horn, piercing through the chaotic battlefield and causing the demon warriors who were still resisting or bewildered to stop moving. Their eyes were involuntarily drawn to that point of dark golden flame that symbolized new life and possibility.

At the rift in the star network, the collapse of the Taotie seal did not bring about a devastating void storm.

A strange scene unfolded: at the edge of the rift that had been blasted open by the giant club, resembling a massive scar across the three realms, dark golden star veins grew, intertwined, and extended wildly!
They are no longer pure energy flows, but instantly condense and crystallize, forming dark golden crystal veins that shimmer with a cold, hard metallic luster and contain profound laws and runes!
These veins, like living vines, spread, covered, and healed along the edges of the crack towards the center at an astonishing speed. Their toughness and stability far surpassed the pure energy state of the star network structure before it was destroyed, as if the Origin Star Network, after experiencing this severe blow, absorbed some of the characteristics of the Taotie Seal and the fragments of the Ash Dao Seed, and completed a higher level of evolution and solidification on its own.

The huge crack is being forcibly closed and repaired by these dark golden crystallized veins in an unstoppable manner!
High above, in the shadows of an ancient palace deep within the Heavenly Court, far from the vortex of the battlefield.

The Antarctic Immortal's hair and beard stood on end, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the jade talisman in his hand, which had absorbed the remnants of the corrupt world's demonic influence and was now trembling violently, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Deep within the jade talisman, the wisp of the Douluo Purple Flame, imbued with the aura of decay, was emitting a shrill cry of impending destruction due to the complete awakening of Sun Wukong's will and the violent counterattack of the Returning Origin Star Network!

"puff--!"

The jade talisman exploded without warning!
Instead of exploding outwards, it collapsed inwards violently, forming a ball of extremely condensed, foul purple flames that exuded endless resentment and a chilling aura!

The flames, like maggots clinging to a bone, instantly turned on them, biting fiercely upwards along with the divine thoughts that the Antarctic Immortal had poured into them!

"Ugh—!"

The Old Man of the South Pole let out a shrill, inhuman wail.

The moment the filthy purple fire touched his immortal robe, along with his immortal skin and bones beneath it, it melted and carbonized rapidly, turning into ashes, as if it had been thrown into strong acid.

The excruciating pain and the rampant erosion of his filthy karma completely destroyed his dignified and otherworldly image, leaving only half of his body writhing in agony amidst the purple flames, resembling a vengeful ghost.

His extremely venomous gaze pierced through the endless void, fixedly pointing towards the abyss where Sun Wukong's will totem was located, where a magnificent stream of light was emanating, reshaping everything.

"Well...well, what a stone monkey...how lawless!"

His voice was hoarse, and every word was imbued with deep-seated hatred and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"Stealing from the heavens and altering fate... forcibly enacting laws... how long can you hold onto this illusory new heaven?! Heaven's justice is clear... there will be a day of reckoning!"

Before he could finish speaking, his remaining left hand suddenly crushed an ancient jade pendant that had been prepared beforehand.

Space was forcibly torn open like fragile glass, leaving a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through, exuding an ominous and chaotic aura.

The remnant body of the Antarctic Immortal transformed into a dim stream of light, engulfed in filthy purple flames, carrying boundless resentment and curses, and fled into it in a wretched state, disappearing without a trace.

The spatial rift closed instantly after he disappeared, leaving only a chilling, decaying aura that slowly dissipated.

Beiju Luzhou, on the edge of an extremely cold and bitter abyss.

The enormous and distorted phantom of the saber-toothed tiger demon soul was howling madly, inciting the remaining demon army of the Reverse Star Alliance to fight a last-ditch battle.

However, when the dark gold giant cudgel that spanned the three realms, driven by Sun Wukong's will, crashed down with a bang, and the terrifying ripples of law generated by the crystallization and healing of the star network cracks swept across the three realms, an unstoppable, invisible "cudgel wind" aftershock, containing the will of new life, swept fiercely across the cold abyss like the first gust of wind at the beginning of the universe!

"Roar—whoosh!!"

The piercing, distorted howls of the saber-toothed tiger demon echoed throughout the icy abyss!
Its solidified phantom, like ice and snow thrown into lava, instantly became illusory and transparent, its edges crumbling and dissipating inch by inch!

The malevolent karma originating from ancient times is utterly fragile in the face of the great power representing the new order.

It dared not linger any longer. The enormous phantom suddenly shrank into a dim and murky ball of light, and with a fear that penetrated to the bone, it hurriedly retreated into the bottomless darkness of the Bitter Cold Abyss, a place where even light could be swallowed up. It left behind only a long-lasting, resentful and venomous howl echoing at the entrance of the abyss.

Without their leader's guidance, the Reverse Star Alliance's demon army on the battlefield completely collapsed. Fear spread like a plague. The bloodshot and malevolent glint in the eyes of the demon soldiers, who had just been glaring fiercely, receded rapidly like a tide, replaced by immense bewilderment, panic, and helplessness in the face of surviving a catastrophe.

The clanging of weapons hitting the ground was incessant.

Many demon soldiers gazed at the "wound" in the sky that was rapidly healing itself with dark gold crystal veins, and at the unfamiliar yet gentle and vibrant light emanating from the star network repairing the wound. Their legs went weak, and they involuntarily knelt on the ground. Their heavy breathing revealed an instinctive awe of the unknown future and a trace of... indescribable anticipation.

The clamor of war came to an abrupt halt under the crushing force of the core will.

On the vast wilderness, only a deathly silence remained, along with countless complex and bewildered gazes looking up at the sky.

At the bottom of the abyss, the core light stream of the Origin Star Network, like a rushing galaxy, continuously converges into the towering monkey-shaped will totem.

The hand of Sun Wukong's phantom, composed of pure will and starlight, slowly rose, not clenching into a fist, but unfolding into a palm, and gently pressed against the star crack that was being rapidly repaired by the dark golden crystallized veins.

With his movements, the entire repair process suddenly accelerated!
Countless tiny, dust-like dark gold crystals are generated, combined, and extended at the cracked surface, emitting a subtle yet vibrant hum, as if countless craftsmen are performing the most precise forging on an unseen level.

"call……"

A long, drawn-out breath, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, resounded in the hearts of all living beings connected to the star network throughout the entire abyss and even the entire Three Realms.

Sun Wukong's enormous will totem, maintaining its illusory pressing posture, began to shift from solid to ethereal, slowly dissipating like smoke and mist, merging into the ever-brighter torrent of stars flowing with dark golden luster.

He left no words, but his defiant will, which looked down upon the world and contained entrustment and expectation, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone who sensed this scene: the road has been opened, the bridge has been built, and the future is in your hands.

At the very moment the totem completely dissipated and merged with the star network—

hum!
At the very core of the abyss, the gray-white stone egg that carried the hope of a new era and whose pulse had reached a critical point suddenly burst forth with unprecedented light!
No longer a chaotic gray-white, but a dark gold that has been condensed to the extreme, seemingly able to see through all illusions!

This light did not burst forth and spread, but rather it was contained and contracted, like an enormous heart making a decisive beat!

As the light contracted to its extreme, a clear and mysterious crack silently appeared on the surface of the stone egg.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no devastating impact.

Only a pure, vast, and seemingly timeless power of the "heart" existed since the beginning of time. Like invisible ripples or a gentle spring breeze, it swept across the entire abyss, through every vein of the primordial star network, across every inch of the four continents, and across every corner of the netherworld, ultimately reaching the heavens above!
Wherever it goes, the laws whisper, wounds heal, hostility settles, and restlessness subsides.

The reshaping of the core begins in the abyss and benefits all living beings.

At this moment, a new world truly driven, constructed, and protected by the hearts of all beings has finally laid its unshakable foundation.

The dark golden crystallized veins completely closed at the crack in the star network, smooth as a mirror and indestructible. The law runes flowing on them were even more profound than the stars themselves.

The embers of the abyss still flickered uncertainly within the hidden veins of the star network, like the final gasps of a dying beast.

The light and shadow that Sun Wukong had gathered completely dissipated, leaving only his defiant admonition resonating deep within Yang Jian's mind, each word carrying immense weight: "The Way of Heaven is not supreme alone; good and evil reside in the hearts of men... Yang Jian, you'd better hold this scale steady!"

Each syllable strikes the very foundation of the laws governing the rebirth of the Three Realms.

Yang Jian stood at the core of the Star Network, his Heavenly Eye lowered, silver light flowing over every newly formed star pattern. The divine power of the Supreme Scale of the Heart operated silently, bearing this entrustment that weighed more than ten thousand ages.

On the scorched earth at the edge of Dize Town in the Southern Continent, the terrifying sight of Mo Yan's half-petrified body froze the breath of all the craftsmen in the Gongzao Mansion.

The gray-white rocks had swallowed him up to his waist, and his skin and muscles had completely lost their vitality, becoming the same color as the ravaged earth beneath his feet.

However, the golden light of the Returning Star Network suddenly intensified, wrapping around his stone body like a living thing, forcefully stopping the deadly spread.

The excruciating pain felt like a million steel needles piercing his soul. Mo Yan groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat mingling with dust as he rolled down his face.

He struggled to lift his hand, which was not yet completely petrified and was trembling uncontrollably, and pressed his palm firmly against the core of the suspended star pulse compass.

The compass hummed and vibrated, and the spiritual energy on its surface was like boiling water. The chaotic and violent ley line energy data that remained before the Taotie was burned to ashes surged in like a torrent.

Ancient runes were washed away and rewritten, their structure collapsing and reassembling amidst painful growls. Finally, a perfectly round halo slowly emerged above the compass, with stars flowing and mountains pulsating within, clearly reflecting the trajectory of the massive energy tide surging beneath the Southern Continent—the Myriad Manifestations Sundial was completed!
"Master Mo!"

Yunluo's cries were choked with sobs, and the power of the moonlight surged recklessly into Mo Yan's body, attempting to alleviate the inhuman torment.

"It's alright...you won't die!"

Mo Yan forced out the words through clenched teeth, his gaze fixed on the violently fluctuating red area that had just appeared on the Myriad Manifestations Sundial.

"Hengduan Mountains...Southwest! The Soul-Devouring Gu is acting strangely, the energy surge is pointing...to the old site of the Lin Family's secret cave! Quickly!"

His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be ground out from a crack in the stone.

In the Northern Continent of Julu, the cold wind is as sharp as a knife.

Bear sat alone atop the solitary peak, clutching Ah Meng's only remaining, charred, and broken body.

He slammed the blood-stained banner of the Redemption Camp into a crevice beside him, the rough flagpole wailing in the cold wind like the sobs of a fallen warrior.

Down the mountain, silent demon warriors were gathering from all directions amidst the scorched earth and smoke, their armor stained with blood and covered in wounds, but deep within their eyes, raised amidst the dust and exhaustion, a spark of golden-red fervor remained unextinguished.

They silently gathered beneath the blood-stained battle flag, their gazes fixed on the imposing yet sorrowful figure atop the mountain.

The wind swept through the bear's tangled mane, and his rough fingers repeatedly stroked the cold scorch marks on A Meng's mangled body. His massive body was like cast iron, with only the slight undulation of his shoulders and back revealing a devastating, mountain-like pain.

This silent gathering is itself a silent elegy.

(End of this chapter)