Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 436

After listening to Yang Jian's report, a cold light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.

He stood up, his figure like a towering mountain, his voice low but with unquestionable majesty:
"The roots of the Nether Palace have actually penetrated deep into the underworld? It seems that this enemy is more difficult than we thought."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his expression solemn:
"Yes, the influence of the Nether Palace in the underworld cannot be underestimated. If it is not dealt with in time, it may cause greater turmoil."

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table, as if weighing something.

After a moment, he looked up at Yang Jian with a firm tone:

"Call Nezha and Lei Zhenzi immediately. We need to discuss countermeasures."

Yang Jian nodded, turned and walked out of the Qitian Palace with steady and quick steps.

Soon, Nezha and Lei Zhenzi arrived one after another.

Sun Wukong glanced at the three people with a sharp gaze:

"The roots of the Nether Palace have penetrated deep into the underworld. We must take action. Nezha, you will be responsible for leading a group of heavenly soldiers to secretly monitor the area around the underworld to prevent the members of the Nether Palace from escaping."

When Nezha heard this, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Monkey, don't worry. If those guys from the Nether Palace want to escape, they won't be able to get away from under my nose."

Sun Wukong nodded and turned to look at Lei Zhenzi:
"Lei Zhenzi, you are responsible for interrogating the immortal officials who were arrested earlier. You must dig out more information about the Nether Palace from them, especially their base in the underworld."

Lei Zhenzi looked solemn and clasped his fists in agreement:

"Don't worry, Great Sage. I will definitely dig out useful clues from them as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong finally looked at Yang Jian and said solemnly:

"Yang Jian, you will personally lead the team to the underworld to conduct further investigations. Make sure to find out the details of the Nether Palace and formulate a detailed plan to capture the mastermind of the Nether Palace."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his eyes stern:
"I will arrange for some personnel to go to the underworld as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong waved his hand, signaling the three to act on their own.

The three of them received the order and left the Qitian Palace and began their own deployments.

Nezha returned to his mansion and immediately summoned a dozen of his trusted heavenly generals.

He stood on the high platform, his eyes were like lightning and his voice was loud and clear:

"Everyone, this mission is of great importance. The members of the Nether Palace may have infiltrated the underworld. We must closely monitor the area around the underworld to prevent them from escaping!"

The generals responded in unison:
"I will follow the orders of the Third Prince!"

Nezha nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to signal the heavenly generals to disperse.

He personally led a small team and quietly lurked to the outskirts of the underworld, scanning the surroundings like an eagle, not missing any movement.

At the same time, Lei Zhenzi also returned to the Law Enforcement Department.

He walked into the interrogation room, his eyes sternly swept over the imprisoned immortal officials, and said in a low voice:
"Everyone, the power of the Nether Palace has threatened the stability of the Heavenly Court. If you want to reduce your guilt, you'd better truthfully explain everything related to the Nether Palace."

The expressions of those immortal officials were different, some lowered their heads in silence, some looked terrified, but no one dared to speak easily.

Lei Zhenzi sneered, took out a talisman from his sleeve, and said in a cold tone:

"If you continue to resist, I don't mind using some extraordinary measures."

When the immortal officials saw this, their faces suddenly changed, and finally someone spoke in a trembling voice:
"I... I said, the base of the Nether Palace in the underworld is under the side hall of the Nether Palace. There is a secret teleportation array there that can lead to the hiding place of the Nether Palace."

When Lei Zhenzi heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes and he immediately recorded this information.

He turned and walked out of the interrogation room and sent someone to pass the message to Yang Jian.

At this time, Yang Jian had already led an elite group of heavenly soldiers and quietly entered the underworld.

They disguised themselves as ordinary ghost messengers, blended into the underworld, and began to search for traces of the Netherworld Palace.

Yang Jian walked in the front, his eyes were sharp and he held a three-pointed, double-edged sword tightly in his hand.

As he walked, he whispered to the heavenly soldiers behind him:

"This operation must be secret, and we must not alert the people in the Nether Palace. If you find anything suspicious, report it to me immediately."

The heavenly soldiers murmured their agreement, dispersed, and began to search various places in the underworld.

Yang Jian came to the side hall of the Netherworld Palace alone, scanned the surrounding environment, and carefully looked for traces of the teleportation array.

Suddenly, he noticed a faint fluctuation of magic power in the corner of the side hall. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered to himself:

"finally found you."

He quickly approached the corner, made a hand gesture, and sent a stream of magic power towards the location where the magic power was fluctuating.

I saw a hidden magic circle slowly appearing, and the outline of the teleportation circle gradually became clear.

A hint of coldness flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, and he immediately sent someone to inform Sun Wukong of this discovery. He stood in front of the teleportation array, his eyes grim:

"The hiding place of the Netherworld Palace is at the other end of this teleportation array. Let's go!"

After saying that, he was the first to step into the teleportation array, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The heavenly soldiers led by Yang Jian shuttled through the light of the teleportation array. The scene before their eyes suddenly changed and they found themselves in a dark and damp underground space.

Surrounded by rugged rocks and endless darkness, the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and a golden light shone on the blade, dispelling some of the darkness and illuminating the surrounding environment.

"General, this seems to be the secret base of the Netherworld Palace."

A heavenly soldier whispered, the torch in his hand trembling slightly, illuminating his terrified face.

Yang Jian looked around, his brows furrowed.

This is a huge underground cave with an altar in the center. Various strange offerings are placed on the altar, emitting a strange atmosphere.

The walls of the cave are covered with densely packed runes, which emit a chilling chill that makes people shudder.

This scene is completely different from the gloomy and solemn underworld. It is more like some kind of evil ritual site.

"Be careful!"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice. He keenly sensed a strange fluctuation in the air, which suggested the presence of powerful magic power.

At this moment, a low chant came from the depths of the cave. The voice was eerie and terrifying, as if it came from the depths of hell.

The sound was getting closer and clearer, mixed with a creepy echo.

"It's someone from the Netherworld Palace!"

A heavenly soldier exclaimed, and he subconsciously tightened the weapon in his hand.

Yang Jian's eyes focused, and he slightly raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand. The blade flashed a cold light in the dim light.

He whispered:

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

As he finished speaking, several blurry figures gradually emerged from the darkness deep in the cave.

Those people were wearing black cloaks, hideous masks on their faces, and holding magical weapons emitting black energy in their hands. They slowly approached them.

"Humph, it's you, Yang Jian."

The leading member of the Netherworld Palace sneered, his voice hoarse and cold.

"I didn't expect you to find this place. It's really beyond my expectation."

Yang Jian sneered and pointed his blade at the opponent:
"No matter how secretive the hiding place of the Nether Palace is, it cannot escape the eyes of the Heavenly Court. Today is the day of your destruction!"

Hearing this, the corners of the man's mouth under the mask slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"Yang Jian, you are too confident. Do you think you can shake the Nether Palace with just your limited manpower? You are too naive."

Yang Jian remained unmoved, his eyes stern: "We'll know if we can shake it if we try!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards the other party like lightning.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a golden arc in the air and went straight for the throat of the Nether Palace member.

The man snorted coldly, and swung the black magic weapon in his hand violently. A black barrier instantly condensed in front of him, blocking Yang Jian's blade.

The knife light collided with the black gas, causing a sharp explosion, and the air was filled with strong fluctuations of magic power.

"Is that all you have?"

The member of the Netherworld Palace sneered and waved the magic weapon in his hand again, and the black gas coiled towards Yang Jian like a poisonous snake.

Yang Jian spun around, and the blade quickly cut through the black air. His steps were steady and his eyes were as sharp as torches.

He knew that the enemy before him should not be underestimated and he had to go all out.

At this moment, the heavenly soldiers behind him also took action and started a fierce battle with the members of the Netherworld Palace.

Amid the flashes of swords and sabers, the cave was filled with the sounds of weapons clashing and the roars of spells exploding.

While fighting with the opponent, Yang Jian carefully observed the surrounding environment.

He discovered that the runes on the altar were emitting a faint light, as if slowly activating some kind of magic circle.

"Oh no, they're stalling for time!"

Yang Jian was startled and immediately gave orders loudly.

"Everyone, fight quickly and don't let them activate the magic circle!"

Upon hearing this, the heavenly soldiers attacked more fiercely, trying with all their might to defeat the members of the Nether Palace as quickly as possible.

However, the members of the Nether Palace were quite powerful and numerous, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

Just when the stalemate occurred, there was a sudden violent vibration from deep in the cave. The ground began to shake slightly, the runes on the stone wall shone brightly, and the magic circle seemed to have been activated.

"Hahaha!"

The members of the Nether Palace burst into laughter.

"Yang Jian, you are still a step too late! Once this earth vein formation is activated, the entire Nether Palace's stronghold will be moved instantly, and you will never be able to find us again!"

Yang Jian's face darkened and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He swung his sword suddenly, forcing back the enemy in front of him, then turned and rushed towards the altar, trying to destroy the core of the magic circle.

However, a black barrier instantly blocked in front of him, and the members of the Nether Palace stood in front of him and sneered:

"Want to destroy the magic circle? Get past me first!"

Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and he swung his blade down suddenly, shattering the barrier.

He flashed and rushed to the altar. However, the light of the magic circle was getting brighter and brighter, and it was obviously impossible to stop it.

"Humph, even if you can escape this time, you won't be able to escape next time!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and suddenly stabbed the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand into the altar. His magic power exploded instantly, the runes on the altar began to crack, and the light of the magic circle gradually dimmed.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Netherworld Palace roared and rushed towards Yang Jian.

However, Yang Jian was prepared and with a turn of the blade, he was able to repel him.

At this moment, the vibration of the cave became more and more violent. Stones on the wall began to fall off, some stone pillars collapsed, and the entire space seemed like it would collapse at any time.

"withdraw!"

Yang Jian gave a decisive order and led the heavenly soldiers to retreat quickly in the direction of the teleportation array.

However, the members of the Nether Palace did not intend to let them leave easily.

Their attack became more fierce, trying to delay Yang Jian and others.

Yang Jian's face was grim, and he kept waving the blade in his hand. While forcing back the enemy, he quickly led the heavenly soldiers to retreat to the front of the teleportation array.

"go!"

At his command, the heavenly soldiers stepped into the teleportation array one after another and their figures quickly disappeared.

Just as Yang Jian was about to step into the teleportation array, a member of the Netherworld Palace suddenly rushed up, and the black magic weapon in his hand pierced his back.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and the blade suddenly swept across, knocking the man's magic weapon away.

Then, he swung his knife back and cut the man's mask in half, revealing his hideous face.

"Yang Jian, you can't escape!"

The man growled through gritted teeth.

Yang Jian sneered, stabbed the blade into his chest suddenly, and then kicked him away.

He did not stop, turned around and stepped into the teleportation array, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The moment he left, the cave collapsed and the entire Nether Palace stronghold was reduced to ruins.

Yang Jian brought the heavenly soldiers back to heaven and immediately reported the situation to Sun Wukong.

"The Nether Palace's stronghold has collapsed, but their mastermind has escaped."

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, his eyes deep:

"It doesn't matter. This operation has already caused them great damage. Next, we just need to continue tracking them down. Sooner or later, we will catch them all in one fell swoop."

Yang Jian nodded, tightened his grip on the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and looked determined:
"Next time, we will never let them have a chance to escape!"

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
"Very good. With your words, I feel relieved."

Yang Jian turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing outside the hall.

His steps were firm and his eyes were stern. He had secretly made up his mind that no matter what, he would completely eradicate the Netherworld Palace and restore peace to the Heavenly Palace.

Yang Jian walked out of the Lingxiao Palace. The bright sunshine outside the palace formed a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere inside the palace.

He didn't notice any of this and just walked straight towards his mansion.

As he walked, he gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Entering the mansion, he casually placed the knife on the weapon rack, making a crisp "clang" sound.

On the weapons rack, other weapons reflected a little light under the sunlight.

Yang Jian walked into the study room. On the table were scattered several scrolls that he had just brought back from the Netherworld Palace stronghold.

He sat down, his fingers gently running over the edge of the scroll, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes thoughtful.

The text on the scroll records the secrets of the Nether Palace, but many clues are still unclear.

He pondered for a moment, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the table, calling his confidant Yang An.

"Yang An."

Yang Jian's voice was low, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Immediately organize and analyze the clues in these scrolls, especially the organizational structure and membership identities of the Nether Palace. We must find out as soon as possible."

Yang An clasped his fists in response, his expression solemn:
"Don't worry, Master. I'll do it right away."

After he finished speaking, he quickly picked up the scroll, turned around and walked out of the study.

The footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor until they disappeared.

(End of this chapter)