Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 623

The towering Black Wind Valley, the other side of the netherworld.

This place is a forbidden zone that even the turbid waters of the River of Oblivion avoid; the eternal darkness is as thick as congealed filth, swallowing all light and sound.

At that moment, a dark shadow was sliding down the jagged, fang-like rock face at breakneck speed, without making a sound. It was none other than the Antarctic Immortal, who had lost an arm, his Taoist robe was torn, and his body was covered in ominous blood.

His only remaining hand clutched tightly to a cracked jade talisman, within which a flickering, tainted purple flame seemed poised to burst forth at any moment.

"You wicked creature! You have turned against your master!"

The Antarctic Immortal roared venomously, and the cracks on the jade talisman spread again. The filthy purple fire surged suddenly, scorching his charred palm.

The excruciating pain caused him to groan, and he lost control of his body, crashing like a meteorite into the edge of the churning, foul-smelling River of Oblivion below.

The murky waves instantly swallowed him up and swept him away, leaving only a pool of bubbling, viscous blood on the rocks.

Amidst the filthy blood, a faint wisp of impure purple flame, like a venomous snake with life, quietly detached itself from the pool of blood. It clung to the slippery rock, twisting and greedily burrowing into an inconspicuous crevice deep within the rock wall—a crevice that led directly to the most filthy and unsupervised abyss of the Reincarnation Well.

Higher up, on a steep, mirror-like black rock face at the bottom of the valley, half of a broken god-slaying nail is deeply embedded in the rock.

Thick black mist clung to the nail, and filthy, pus-like drops of blood seeped from the break, dripping onto the rocks below.

With a hissing sound, the Netherworld Rock, which was harder than refined iron, was rapidly corroded into bottomless holes. Spiderweb-like black patterns spread along the edges of the holes, and at the center of the patterns were tiny black spots that slowly rotated like living things, devouring all the light around them.

A chilling malice is silently growing in this breeding ground.

In the northern continent of Julu, in front of the Huali Academy.

The brief silence was broken by a sharp, tearing sound.

In the bear's arms, a glaring dark gold crack suddenly burst open on A Meng's charred remains!

Like molten lava from the earth's core finding an outlet, surging dark gold flames burst forth from the crack!

The flames were not scorching; instead, they carried a cold, domineering will that seemed to incinerate everything.

"Ho...ho..."

A low, broken, lifeless roar emanated from the depths of the flame-engulfed remains.

Before the horrified eyes of countless demon warriors, the charred body twisted, struggled, and grew in the dark golden flames!
The broken bones were forcibly rejoined and stretched, and the charred skin peeled off, revealing the rough skin underneath that was newly formed and covered with dark gold fire patterns.

A giant rhinoceros, even taller than before and almost reaching the dilapidated lintel of the academy, swayed as it stood up amidst the flames.

Its pupils were no longer the murky pupils of a beast, but two blazing dark golden flames, filled with rage, pain and endless confusion, reflecting the demons gathered below the mountain, as well as the bear's suddenly contracting pupils.

"Ah... Meng...?"

The bear's voice was as dry as sandpaper.

His response was a deafening roar, filled with endless pain and a desire for destruction!
A Meng, now transformed into a giant monster, suddenly lowered his head. His newly grown, thick horn, wreathed in dark golden flames, swung like a runaway warhammer, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and crashed fiercely into the few wolf demon warriors gathered closest to him!

As fast as lightning!

"Stop him!" Xiong Pi's eyes were bloodshot, and his burly body burst with astonishing speed. Dark golden demonic flames instantly enveloped his body, and his giant palm gathered immense power, transforming into a burning barrier that blocked A Meng's path of attack.

However, A Meng's power at this moment far surpasses that of before, and the chaotic flames enveloping him contain a trace of the domineering power of the Origin Dao Seed.

Boom!

The bear felt an irresistible, savage force mixed with searing pain slam into its palm. It was as if struck by lightning, and was forced to slide backward, its feet carving two deep furrows in the hard, frozen ground.

The dark gold horn grazed his arm armor, leaving behind a trail of blinding sparks and the acrid smell of burnt flesh.

"Roar--!"

A Meng's attack was thwarted, fueling his rage even more. His dark golden fire eyes locked onto the dense horde of demons ahead.

Its four hooves pounded the earth, and the ground of the ruins of the academy cracked like a spider web. Its massive body started up again, like a runaway chariot of flames, ready to crush and burn all living things in its path!
The assembled demon horde stirred, fear instantly overwhelming the flame of sincerity.

"Form a formation! Trapped! That's A Meng! Don't kill him!"

Despite the excruciating pain from the burns on his arm, the bear roared and hissed, its voice booming.

No further orders were needed; the remaining veterans of the Yom Kippur camp reacted the fastest.

The tacit understanding forged through countless bloody battles erupted at this moment.

Several burly bear and elephant demons roared and strode forward, their demonic power surging forth without reservation, instantly connecting with the power of the other demon warriors who followed.

A chaotic barrier of demonic energy, a mixture of earthy yellow, bluish-gray, and blood-red, hastily formed before A Meng's path of charge, as thick as a city wall.

boom!
It was another earth-shattering collision!

The dark golden flames collided violently with the chaotic barrier, annihilating it. The barrier caved in violently, flashing wildly, and the demon warriors in formation all coughed up blood, but ultimately they were not breached.

Ah Meng's massive body was also shaken and staggered by the recoil.

It furiously shook its head, and dark golden flames splashed outwards like an out-of-control waterfall. Several small demons that couldn't dodge in time were touched and immediately let out a shrill scream. Their fur was instantly charred black and burned and devoured by the flames like maggots clinging to their bones!
The agonizing wails tore at the hearts of every demon.

"Rhinoceros horn! Chains!"

The bear seized the opportunity to pounce again, ignoring the scorching flames, and its giant paw, burning with dark golden demonic flames, fiercely grabbed Ah Meng's huge dark golden rhinoceros horn.

A terrifyingly high temperature and a violent force of resistance emanated from the corner, scorching his palms until the skin was torn open and smoke rose from them.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to let go. At the same time, several thick, black iron chains, shimmering with binding runes, moved like serpents under his command, coiling around A Meng's limbs from several tricky angles.

These chains were specially made by the Hua Li Academy and were originally intended to restrain the most ferocious beasts.

However, the dark gold flames burning on A Meng's body suddenly surged!
The moment the rune chains made contact, the spiritual light on them groaned under the strain, quickly dimming and dissolving. The incredibly tough black iron softened and deformed rapidly in the flames!
With a mighty struggle, several chains snapped!

The broken iron chains scattered like red-hot irons, causing chaos and screams once again.

"No! That fire...that fire can burn away all magical power!"

The demon sorcerer in charge of controlling the chains screamed in terror; the magical artifact in his hand was charred black.

"Use 'sincerity'! Ignite the fire in his heart! Awaken him!" The bear tightly embraced A-Meng's frantically twisting neck, roaring at all the demon warriors. Its voice sounded so weak amidst A-Meng's earth-shattering roar and the crackling of the flames, yet so firm. "Think about why he's called A-Meng! Think about why we're standing here! Pass your 'heartfelt thoughts'... onto him!"

The roar was like a thunderclap, splitting the clouds of panic.

Down the mountain, the demon warriors, whose eyes still burned with the flames of fervor, stared at their former comrades in their terrifying state, and at the bear's desperate struggle against the flames. A surge of sorrowful yet intense power exploded within them.

"Ah Meng—!"

An old wolf demon soldier who had fought back-to-back with A Meng on the battlefield was the first to let out a blood-soaked roar.

He closed his eyes, no longer looking at the terrifying flames, no longer feeling fear, but instead projecting his entire being onto the image of the honest, silent rhinoceros demon from his memory, the one who always stood at the forefront, and his unwavering desire to protect his comrades and yearn for peace.

A faint, golden-red light emerged from his chest, drifting weakly yet persistently toward the frenzied Ah Meng.

Then, a second point, a third point… countless points! Above the silently assembled demon horde, a golden-red sea of ​​stars suddenly lit up!
That was the fire of faith ignited by the thousands of demon warriors with their own pure and sincere thoughts!

They converged into a warm and powerful torrent of will, ignoring the obstruction of the raging dark gold flames, and gently and firmly surged toward A Meng, who was being swallowed by pain and chaos!
"Roar…?"

Ah Meng's frantic charging motion suddenly stopped.

Those golden-red specks of light, like the gentlest raindrops, fell upon its massive body burning with dark golden flames, and also into its abyss of consciousness filled with rage and pain.

Blurred yet incredibly familiar scenes flashed through the depths of the flames: on a snowy night, a giant rhinoceros demon carefully cradled its frozen cub under its warm belly; on the battlefield, it clumsily used its body to shield a wounded bear from a deadly blade; by the bonfire in the academy, it nodded blankly yet longingly at Jin, who was telling the story of the new order… That was the forgotten “A Meng,” the protective thought buried deep in its heart that had never been extinguished!

"Woo..."

A low, hoarse sob, as if piercing through boundless chaos, squeezed out from the depths of A Meng's throat.

Its massive body trembled violently, and the dark golden flames that burned everything seemed to have encountered their nemesis, flickering erratically, and the violent aura began to fluctuate and weaken.

The dark gold fire patterns covering its body receded like a receding tide, converging and receding towards the huge horn in the center of its forehead.

Finally, all the flames contracted into the tip of the horn, condensing into a walnut-sized, steadily burning dark gold fire core, like a third eye.

In those burning giant eyes, the raging flames gradually subsided, revealing a bottomless abyss of confusion and pain, and a trace of... a faint but real bewilderment belonging to "A Meng".

Its massive body swayed a few times before it collapsed to its knees before the bear, its head bowed low, its heavy breathing laced with sobs, and its scalding tears mixed with black ash, falling onto the scorched earth with a hissing sound.

The bear, panting heavily, released its charred, bone-revealing paws. Looking at the kneeling giant beast, at the familiar pain and bewilderment in its eyes, a surge of immense sorrow and a hint of ecstatic joy at regaining what it had lost instantly gripped it.

He stretched out his large, uninjured hand, which was also covered in scars, and gently pressed it against A Meng's still hot, rough forehead, which was covered with newborn flame patterns, with a slight tremor.

"It's good that you're back...brother."

The bear's voice was hoarse and deep, yet it carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

South of the Hengduan Mountains in the Southern Continent, lies the former site of the Lin Family's Secret Cave.

The once eerie lair had been largely destroyed in numerous battles, leaving only twisted rocks and charred remains.

At this moment, a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell permeated the depths of these ruins.

Dozens of assassins, dressed in tattered Lin family attire, formed a bizarre array like decaying puppets.

Their eyes were vacant, and terrifying bulges writhed beneath their skin. They muttered incantations as their withered fingers continuously threw clumps of writhing, black Gu worms emitting a foul spiritual light into the center of the array.

Each time a Gu worm was introduced, it caused the array to flash with a ghostly light. A crack in the laws that remained deep within the secret cave, originating from the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, was torn open. A viscous, cold, and malicious aura seeped out from it, mingling with the filthy light of the Soul-Devouring Gu, silently polluting the foundation of the star network node above.

"Accelerate! Draw 'impure thoughts' into the star network! Clear the way for the Immortal!"

The leader of the assassins let out a hissing sound like a broken bellows. Half of his face had been eaten away by the Soul-Eating Gu, revealing his bare white bones.

Just as the array diagram shone brightly, and a crack was forcibly forced open in the law rift—

boom!
A thick, condensed, earth-yellow beam of light, carrying the rhythm of the earth's pulse, pierced through the gap in the collapsed dome of the secret cave with unparalleled precision, like a giant spear hurled by a god!

At the core of the pillar of light was the Myriad Manifestations Sundial controlled by Mo Yan! The pillar of light instantly enveloped the entire eerie array.

"Zi la la——!"

The Soul-Devouring Gu, enveloped by the pillar of light, emitted a shrill scream, like snow splashed with hot oil, its filthy spiritual light quickly dimming and dissipating.

The array suddenly stopped, and the eerie light twisted violently. The bodies of the assassins convulsed violently, and the bulges under their skin writhed wildly, as if they had received a fatal stimulus.

"Earth veins... counterattack?!"

The lead assassin looked up in horror, his skeletal face contorted with grotesque muscles.

Mo Yan's figure hovered above the broken dome, his face still as pale as paper. The petrified part of his body no longer spread under the suppression of the starlight, but it was like a heavy shackle.

His left arm hung stiffly at his side, and he manipulated the floating sundial with only his right arm.

On the chart, the lines representing the flow of energy from the earth's veins fluctuate violently, clearly marking the "eye" at the core of the array and the most vulnerable "meridian intersection" of the star network nodes above.

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, enduring the soul-tearing sensation from petrification and the immense burden of forcibly activating the newborn sundial. His right fingertips rapidly traced and guided the core runes of the sundial.

"Earthbind! Pulse Lock!"

As Mo Yan issued his hoarse decree, a deep rumble echoed from the depths of the earth.

The ground of the secret cave trembled violently, and dozens of thick chains made of pure earth elemental spiritual power burst out of the ground, coiling like giant pythons toward the assassins in the array and the remaining Soul-Devouring Gu!

At the same time, the earth-yellow beam of light projected by the sundial suddenly split into several finer beams of light. Ignoring spatial barriers, they precisely wrapped around the polluted nodes of the star network above, following the hidden connections between the earth's veins and the star network, forcibly forcing back, sealing off, and purifying the pervasive foul thoughts!
"what--!"

The assassins screamed inhuman agony as they were bound by the Earth Spirit Chains and ravaged by the backlash from the Soul-Devouring Gu. The array's light dimmed rapidly.

Mo Yan swayed, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His right arm, which was controlling the sundial, trembled slightly, but his eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Node contamination has been contained... Clear the remnants!"

He urgently gave orders to the craftsmen in the workshop below who were cooperating with him.

This silent struggle is far from over. The light of the gnomon flickers on the ruins like a candle in the wind, yet it stubbornly nails down the source of this filth.

The Netherworld, the lowest level of the Well of Reincarnation, a realm without light.

This is the ultimate abyss of filth and defilement in the Three Realms. Thick, viscous resentment, karma, and miasma from the Netherworld mix together to form a churning, foul swamp, emanating a terrifying aura that would corrupt even a Golden Immortal.

That faint, tainted purple flame, like a poisonous insect returning to its nest, silently pierced through layers of filth and finally reached this desolate final place.

Instead of dissipating, it seemed to return to the source of its power, suddenly brightening for a moment, greedily absorbing the boundless darkness and malice around it, and the flames grew slightly larger.

Just then, from the depths of the quagmire, a faint, almost imperceptible dark golden light, like a heart that had been dormant for millions of years, beat extremely slowly.

The source of the light was vaguely a fragment of a stone core, covered in layers of filth, making it almost impossible to see its original appearance.

This faint pulsation, yet carrying an ancient and primordial rhythm, instantly attracted the full attention of that wisp of impure purple fire.

The purple flame flickered, carrying an instinctive greed and probing, slowly and silently approaching that point of dark golden light.

Like the most cautious hunter, under the cover of absolute filth, it quietly tries to touch, entangle, and penetrate that glimmer of light.

The dark golden light continued to pulsate slowly, seemingly unaware of the approaching malice, or perhaps its ancient slumber had not yet been fully awakened.

The purple flames, taking advantage of the situation, began to try to invade the golden light with wisps of impure purple energy, like tentacles.

Gradually, in that absolutely dark and filthy core, a tiny, yet incredibly eerie, purple-gold starlight, like a dormant tumor, quietly took shape.

It slowly rotated, greedily devouring the endless filth and malice around it, while silently trying to merge, erode, and ultimately control that dormant dark golden light.

At the bottom of the Well of Reincarnation, the pulsation that symbolizes annihilation and rebirth seems to carry an ominous undertone.

This starlight is the dark embryo nurtured by all future storms, waiting in the unknown depths of the abyss to tear apart the dawn of a new era.

(End of this chapter)