Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 452

Sun Wukong looked around, his eyes like lightning, sweeping over every inch of land. The bloody smell on the battlefield had not yet dissipated, and there was a faint, almost undetectable black gas floating in the air.

The black gas was looming, like smoke blown away by the wind, but it carried a hint of evil, as if mocking them.

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

He gripped the golden cudgel tightly, and the cudgel trembled slightly. Although the golden light had dimmed, he was still firm.

He whispered:

"That fellow Chen Tianjun ran fast, but he did leave some clues behind."

His eyes followed the black air, and his body moved suddenly, like a golden lightning, chasing after the black air.

The wind whistled in his ears, causing his clothes to rustle.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as if the black energy was Chen Tianjun's true body, and would not allow him to escape.

When Yang Jian saw Sun Wukong suddenly leave, his eyes became stern, and the third eye on his forehead suddenly opened, shooting out two rays of light.

His divine eyes seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth, and he swept across the battlefield, trying to capture any trace of Chen Tianjun.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the light in his heavenly eyes flickered. He had obviously noticed the abnormality of the black air.

He whispered to himself:
"It's really weird."

After saying that, he flashed and followed Sun Wukong.

His footsteps were as light as flying, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly in his hand. The blade flashed with cold light, reflecting his stern face.

Nezha stood aside, his face pale, the blood at the corners of his mouth had not yet dried.

He held the broken gun, the flame on the tip of the gun had long been extinguished, but his eyes were still firm.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his body, and whispered, "These two guys run fast!"

He leaped suddenly, his body like a gust of wind, following closely behind Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.

Although his movements were not as swift as usual, he still carried an indomitable spirit.

The broken gun trembled slightly in his hand, as if telling of his persistence.

Li Jing stood where he was, watching the three people leave, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved, and the heavenly soldiers behind him immediately dispersed and began to search the battlefield.

The silver-armored heavenly soldiers held spears and moved in unison, not leaving a single inch of land untouched.

A heavenly soldier squatted down and picked up a piece of cloth from the ground.

The rag was stained with a black aura, as if it had just been torn off Chen Tianjun's clothes.

The heavenly soldier walked quickly to Li Jing, handed over the rag with both hands, and said respectfully:
"General, I found this."

Li Jing took the rag, rubbed it gently with his fingers, and frowned slightly.

The aura remaining on the rag was exactly the power fluctuation of Chen Tianjun.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Chen Tianjun fled to the southwest, all the troops follow me in pursuit!"

The heavenly soldiers responded in unison, their silver armor gleaming in the sun, their spears like a forest, and their steps in unison, advancing quickly towards the southwest.

Li Jing held a long sword, his eyes were stern and his steps were firm, as if everything was under his control.

Sun Wukong followed the black gas all the way, his body as fast as the wind, and soon he came to a hidden cave.

The cave was hidden in a dense forest, and the entrance was covered by thick vines. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find.

At the entrance of the cave, a wisp of black mist could be vaguely seen, as if warning newcomers not to approach.

Sun Wukong stopped and stared at the cave entrance with a sharp gaze, a sneer on his face:
"Chen Tianjun, do you think you can escape my eyes by hiding here?"

He raised his hand and swung the golden hoop, which slammed into the cave entrance. A bright golden light shone, bringing up a gust of wind.

The vines were blown away by the strong wind, revealing a complex formation at the entrance of the cave.

The formation was composed of black runes and exuded an evil aura, as if it was ready to explode at any moment.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips became even more intense:
"Sure enough, there is a formation to protect it. It seems that Chen Tianjun really put some thought into it."

At this moment, Yang Jian followed closely, his third eye was closed, but his gaze was still sharp.

He stood beside Sun Wukong, his three-pointed, double-edged sword drooping slightly, the blood on the blade not yet dried.

He whispered:

"This formation is quite complicated. It may be dangerous to break through it by force."

Nezha also rushed over, with a broken gun in his hand, breathing heavily, his face still pale.

He gritted his teeth, but his eyes flashed with fighting spirit:

"No matter what formation it is, if we work together, we can always break it!"

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, and the golden cudgel suddenly turned in his hand, and the golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again:

"You're right. What I, Old Sun, fear least are these evil ways!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, raised his hand and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword towards the formation.

The blade flashed with cold light, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.

Nezha was not willing to be outdone, and thrust out suddenly with his broken spear. Although the flame at the tip of the spear was weak, it still carried a fierce murderous intent.

The three of them worked together to attack the formation. Golden light, blades and flames intertwined, and the formation gradually shook under the attack.

The black runes began to crack, the evil aura gradually dissipated, and the black air at the entrance of the cave also gradually faded.

When Li Jing arrived with the heavenly soldiers, he happened to see this scene.

A hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he held the sword in his hand with a stern look:
"Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha, please retreat. It's time to tighten the net."

Sun Wukong glanced at Li Jing and smiled:
"Li Tianwang, you came at the perfect time."

Li Jing nodded slightly, and swung the sword violently. The sword energy was like a rainbow, directly hitting the remaining runes of the formation.

The formation completely collapsed under the impact of the sword energy, and there was no longer any obstruction to the cave entrance.

Sun Wukong clenched his golden cudgel, his eyes sharp as torches, and whispered:
"Chen Tianjun, I, Old Sun, am here!"

After saying that, he jumped and rushed into the cave.

Yang Jian and Nezha followed closely behind, and the three figures disappeared into the darkness at the cave entrance.

Li Jing stood at the entrance of the cave with a deep look in his eyes. He waved his hand to signal the heavenly soldiers to surround the cave entrance.

The long sword trembled slightly in his hand, and the cold light of the sword tip reflected his stern face, as if everything was under control.

After Yang Jian entered the cave, he immediately released Roaring Sky Dog to sniff out the scent of Chen Tianjun.

Roaring Sky Dog let out a low bark and ran towards the depths of the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, the stone walls were covered with moss, and water droplets slowly dripped down the stone walls, making a dripping sound.

Yang Jian looked around, frowned slightly, and quietly opened his heavenly eye, revealing everything in the cave, but he found no trace of Chen Tianjun.

Nezha followed closely behind, holding on to the cave wall with one hand and walking with a slightly unsteady step.

He held the broken lance tightly in his hand, with a faint flame flickering on the tip of the lance, illuminating his resolute face.

"This cave is cold and damp, there must be something strange going on."

Nezha whispered, looking around vigilantly. Sun Wukong walked in front, the golden light on the golden hoop flickered slightly, illuminating the rugged stone road under his feet.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight ahead, as if they could penetrate the darkness and strike into the enemy's heart.

From deep within the cave, a chilly breath could be faintly heard, accompanied by bursts of low humming sounds that made people feel a chill in their hearts.

"Is Chen Tianjun really hiding here?"

Sun Wukong murmured softly, and the golden cudgel in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to his doubts.

Yang Jian followed closely behind him with light steps, the three-pointed, double-edged sword drooping slightly in his hand, the cold light on the blade was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

His third eye had long been opened, and no changes in the cave could escape his observation.

He looked around, frowned slightly, and whispered:

"This cave is filled with evil spirits. Chen Tianjun may have set a trap. Everyone, be careful."

Nezha walked at the end, holding the broken Fire Spear tightly in his hand. Although the flame on the tip of the spear was weak, it still burned tenaciously, illuminating his slightly pale face.

Although his steps were a little unsteady, his eyes were still firm, as if no difficulties could stop him from moving forward.

He clenched his teeth and said in a low voice:

"No matter what trap it is, we have come this far and we must not retreat!"

At this moment, a low dog barking sound suddenly came from the front, and the figure of Roaring Sky Dog was looming in the darkness.

It stopped, leaned forward slightly, and its nostrils twitched rapidly, as if it was sniffing something.

Yang Jian quickly walked to the side of Xiaotian Dog, squatted down, gently stroked its head with his palm, and asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Roaring Sky Dog let out a low growl and stared straight ahead, as if signaling everyone to follow it.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly turned the golden cudgel in his hand, and a golden light shone brightly, illuminating the road ahead.

He strode forward, with a hint of disdain in his tone:
"It seems that Chen Tianjun is hiding here. Let's go and meet him!"

Yang Jian nodded, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly in his hand. The cold light of the blade flickered in the darkness, as if ready to attack at any time.

He followed closely behind Sun Wukong, looking around vigilantly, the light in his heavenly eye flickering slightly, and no subtle changes in the cave escaped his observation.

Nezha gripped the broken spear tightly, the flame on the tip of the spear flickered slightly, reflecting his determined face.

He gritted his teeth and whispered:
"Chen Tianjun, let's see where you can escape this time!"

The three of them moved deeper into the cave, and ancient runes gradually appeared on the surrounding stone walls.

Those runes were twisted and strange, emitting a faint black gas, as if silently warning the invaders.

Sun Wukong stopped and glanced at the runes, frowning slightly:
"These runes... seem to be some kind of restriction."

Yang Jian walked up to him, the light in his Heavenly Eye flickered slightly, he carefully examined the runes, and whispered:

"These runes are indeed forbidden, and they are quite powerful. If you touch them rashly, they may trigger a counterattack."

Nezha snorted coldly, and the tip of the broken spear shook slightly, and the flame appeared particularly bright in the darkness.

He said impatiently:
"No matter what kind of restriction it is, let's just break it!"

Sun Wukong smiled and swung the golden cudgel in his hand violently. The golden light at the tip of the cudgel suddenly shone and hit the runes directly.

The golden light collided with the rune, making a low roar. The rune trembled slightly under the surrounding black air, but did not completely collapse.

Seeing this, Yang Jian suddenly swung out with his three-pointed, double-edged sword. The blade brought up a sharp cold light and hit the runes directly.

The blade collided with the rune, and the rune finally couldn't bear it and began to gradually crack, and the black aura gradually dissipated.

However, just as the three were about to move forward, the road ahead was suddenly blocked by a huge stone gate.

The stone gate was engraved with ancient runes, emitting a powerful evil aura, as if silently warning invaders.

Sun Wukong walked forward, gently stroking the runes on the stone door with his palm, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:
"It seems that Chen Tianjun has made preparations."

Yang Jian stood beside him, his eyes stern, and whispered:

"The restriction on this stone door is more complicated than the previous runes. I'm afraid it won't be so easy to crack."

Nezha gripped the broken spear tightly, the flame on the tip of the spear flickered slightly, reflecting his slightly tired face.

He gritted his teeth, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone:
"Are we just going to be blocked out like this?"

Sun Wukong smiled, with a fierce look in his eyes:
"A mere stone door can't stop me, Old Sun!"

After saying that, he swung the golden hoop suddenly. The golden light at the tip of the hoop became brighter, bringing up a gust of wind and hitting the stone gate directly.

The golden cudgel slammed heavily on the stone gate, making a deafening roar. The runes on the stone gate suddenly lit up, and demonic energy surged wildly, forming a powerful recoil force that pushed Sun Wukong back several steps.

Sun Wukong steadied himself, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"This stone door... unexpectedly has such a strong recoil force!"

Seeing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly in his hand, and the cold light of the blade flickered in the darkness.

He whispered:

"The restrictions on this stone door are extremely complex. I'm afraid it's impossible to break through it by force."

Nezha gritted his teeth, and the tip of the broken spear shook slightly, and the flame appeared particularly bright in the darkness.

He whispered:
"Then what should we do? Are we trapped here like this?"

Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes:
"No matter what, we have to go in!"

Yang Jian nodded, and gently stroked the blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword with his fingers, his eyes grim:

"Perhaps, we can start with these runes."

After saying that, he raised his palm, exerted a little force with his fingertips, and the blade cut through the air, bringing up a sharp cold light and hitting the runes on the stone door directly.

The rune trembled slightly under the impact of the blade, but did not completely collapse.

At this moment, a low laugh was faintly heard from the darkness behind the stone gate, as if mocking their powerlessness.

Sun Wukong frowned and slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, sparks flying.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

He growled, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to see through the scene behind the stone door.

Yang Jian retracted the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and a tiny flash of lightning flashed on the blade.

He carefully observed the runes on the stone door, gesturing with his fingers in the air, as if he was deducing something.

"These runes... seem to be an ancient restriction, different from what I have seen before."

He pondered for a moment, a trace of solemnity flashing across his brows.

“It takes time to crack.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks impatiently, paced back and forth in a hurry, and the golden cudgel in his hand drew golden rays in the air.

As he walked, he muttered:

"This broken stone gate is so annoying! Chen Tianjun is hiding behind it. We can't just waste time here!"

Yang Jian closed his eyes and concentrated, the third eye on his forehead flickered with light, and his fingertips tapped lightly in the air, as if he was deducing some complicated formation.

He looked focused, with a calm look between his brows, and seemed unmoved by the predicament in front of him.

(End of this chapter)