Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 643: Human, God, Demon, As One (I)

The instant Chen Chu's final strike obliterated Xiao Tianyi—erasing his law-condensed true form and extinguishing his divine soul—seven of the aliens in the ruins, along with the Amos brothers, showed expressions of shock.

Then, a layer of white flames erupted from the bodies of those who had been assimilated by the holy light, which had disguised itself as a strand of the world’s origin power.

Under the scorching white holy flames, even a Ninth Heavenly Realm true body—capable of withstanding missile-level attacks—stood no chance. Instead, the fire burned even more intensely, as energy, flesh, and the very soul were consumed as fuel.

"Amos, what's happening to you guys?" Several dozen kilometers away, Chen Shuang raced toward the center, her expression darkening as she saw the two Amos brothers writhing in agony from the white flames.

Their true forms, however, were already half-consumed and their souls instantly extinguished. They could no longer respond to her.

Meanwhile, in the region of the Divine Three-Eyed Clan, located beyond the Alliance of Gods, over a dozen cities with alien-like architecture suddenly echoed with waves of agonized screams.

In these cities, tens of thousands of aliens were engulfed in white flames. Whether ordinary Fourth Heavenly Realm aliens or mighty warriors of the Seventh to Ninth Heavenly Realms, all were reduced to ashes by the scorching sacred flames and disappeared.

The sudden catastrophe threw the cities into complete chaos.

Elsewhere, atop the sacred mountain beyond the royal city at the heart of the Divine Three-Eyed Clan’s region, a vast palace complex sprawled across half of the mountainside. From within, a three-eyed youth of the Ninth Heavenly Realm soared into the sky.

As the white flames engulfed his body, he let out a desperate scream. "Save me! Father God, save me!"

Boom!

Transcendent energy erupted, shrouding the sky, as a streak of divine purple light burst from a distant temple. In an instant, a peak mythical-level aura descended, taking form as a towering phantom.

Watching the three-eyed youth consumed by white flames, the mythical-level warrior's expression grew cold. The Insightful Eye on his brow gleamed, releasing a piercing purple beam.

For a moment, the world fell silent. Within the dozen-meter-wide light beam, everything froze. From transcendent energy to space itself, everything crystalized into a violet structure.

Yet, even as the warrior unleashed his divine abilities to freeze everything, he could only watch as the Ninth Heavenly Realm warrior burned to ashes.

The holy flames completely ignored the power of his divine abilities. A grim expression crossed his face.

At that moment, an oppressive will descended from the depths of the void. Then, a powerful voice echoed. "It's useless, Kyra. That power is bound by causality and the principle of the holy light origin. Even I cannot reverse it. This signifies the fall of its source—Zuo Sheng. It seems he has failed."

High above the sky, the mythical-level warrior's expression turned grave. "He actually fell? Doesn't that mean the ancient holy relic Father bestowed upon him was wasted?"

"Wasted? Not necessarily." The voice was indifferent, and as it faded, the overwhelming will gradually withdrew and disappeared.

Meanwhile, across the vast expanse of time and space, at the very moment Zuo Sheng perished, two others sensed his fall.

Amid a mountain forest where pink peach blossoms danced in the wind, a wooden house stood, embodying the refined elegance of Jiangnan architecture[1]. Beneath its eaves, Zuo Jing—who had once crossed paths with Chen Chu—stood with his hands behind his back.

He lifted his head slightly, his gaze drifting into the distance as a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. "This energy fluctuation... a god has perished."

As he spoke, Zuo Jing extended his right hand and gently clenched his fingers. In an instant, a powerful qi in the middle stage of the heavenly king level spread out, causing the very heavens and earth to tremble under its immense pressure.

Buzz!

Behind Zuo Jing, a golden sun spanning ten thousand meters ascended into the sky, accompanied by a radiant silver moon. The moon revolved around the sun, releasing a powerful, space-distorting force.

Boom!

The space before Zuo Jing warped and fractured, splitting into a jagged rift containing a fist-sized golden eye. In the next instant, the eye morphed into a dazzling golden beam and shot forth from the rift.

Whoosh!

The eye floated before Zuo Jing, radiating rings of divine golden light.

However, unlike the scorching and domineering aura it possessed under Zuo Sheng, the golden light now radiated a sense of purity and holiness—untainted and pristine.

Zuo Jing examined the golden eye, then extended a finger and gently pressed it against the pupil. Instantly, a wisp of lingering essence, containing fragments of Zuo Sheng’s memories, vanished into his body through his finger.

However, the final moments of his downfall remained incomplete. Zuo Jing only caught a fleeting glimpse of a towering figure, standing at a thousand meters tall, with a human body and a dragon’s tail, engulfed in raging white flames.

Though it was merely an image, the sight of it alone made Zuo Jing’s expression turn grave.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice slow and measured. "So at the time of his fall, he had only reached the peak of the mythical level... As expected, the path of holiness alone is not enough. But the one who ultimately killed ‘me’... was unimaginably powerful.

"Indeed, the mythical world is vast beyond measure, filled with monstrous freaks rising one after another." Zuo Jing sighed before pressing the golden eye against his right eye.

Boom!

The moment it fused with Zuo Jing’s right eye, an immense and overwhelming holy power erupted forth.

At the same time, deep within Zuo Jing’s chest, a heart that looked like it was made from azure-colored jade pulsed with a pure, flawless light. It merged seamlessly with the holy golden energy from the eye.

Additionally, a sacred and pure soul essence, infused with a trace of principle aura, surged from the eye. This faint soul essence shared the same origin as Zuo Jing, and in an instant, the two merged seamlessly. At that very moment, his qi erupted, surging uncontrollably.

Boom!

An infinite burst of azure-golden light exploded outward, engulfing the world in its brilliance. The light spread across the land, saturating everything with an azure glow.

Unlike Chen Chu, whose main body and colossal beast avatar shared the same soul and consciousness, Zuo Jing had used a secret art—along with immense willpower and the aid of three ancient relics—to split himself into three entirely separate entities, embodying man, god, and demon.

Each soul essence severed from the original was anchored to an ancient relic, allowing their consciousness and physical forms to exist independently. If one perished, they would be reclaimed by the relic's power, but only the refined relic itself and a fragment of the soul essence would return.

This division had come at a great cost to Xiao Tianyi, not only causing his cultivation to fall from the mythical level, but also splitting his abilities into three parts.

Even though he was once an undefeated genius, with a soul foundation ten times stronger than others at his level, after more than a decade, his human form had only advanced to the middle stage of the heavenly king level.

Compared to that, his divine form was even weaker. Even while wielding an ancient relic, the Holy Divine Eye, it had only managed to reach the peak of the mythical level. Furthermore, it had still required external assistance to break through its limitations and step into the heavenly king level.

Now, as a portion of the divine form’s soul essence returned, Zuo Jing’s soul became more complete and powerful.

With the ancient relic's power fully purified and integrated, Zuo Jing needed only a period of secluded cultivation to elevate his strength to an even greater level.

Just as Zuo Jing started breaking through...

Billions of kilometers away from human territory, in another battlefield base far from the Purgatory Clan, a true demon stood silently, gazing at the floating golden eye before him.

This demon stood five meters tall, his face eerily similar to Zuo Jing’s and covered in dark golden scales. Sharp horns jutted from his head, monstrous wings spread from his back, and a tail, resembling a venomous serpent’s, coiled behind him. novelbuddy.cσ๓

His aura was even more terrifying than Zuo Jing’s, having reached the late stage of the great demon king level, his demonic force surging to the heavens.

Zuo Mo withdrew his finger from the golden eye, his gaze icy cold as he muttered in a deep voice. "Over ten years, and you’ve only cultivated to the peak of the demon king level? How useless."

Boom!

With that, Zuo Mo pressed the golden eye against his left eye. In an instant, a dark golden spinal structure emerged from his body, releasing a monstrous wave of demonic aura that sent tremors through the entire palace.

At the same time, the golden eye released a vast, sacred power, along with a trace of soul essence.

The overwhelming demonic aura and sacred power clashed, yet instead of opposing each other, they intertwined in an eerie fusion, giving rise to a dark golden force of unfathomable strength.

Sensing the surge of power within him, Zuo Mo’s expression remained cold. Then, a powerful will erupted outside the palace, his voice carrying an icy dominance.

"Inform His Majesty Tyretis that I will be entering seclusion for a while. The ongoing battles between the ten main frontline legions and the Heavenly Feathered Race will be overseen by Tyrodel."

At the great hall’s entrance, two true demons, each radiating the Ninth Demonic Mark aura, dropped to one knee in reverence and bowed their heads. "Understood."

1. Jiangnan architecture is named for the Jiangnan region of China where it originates from (south of the Yangtze River), and is known for its graceful courtyards, white walls with dark-tiled roofs, wooden structures, and intricate carvings. ☜