Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 480

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel slammed heavily onto the black energy fluctuations, triggering a violent energy shockwave.

The energy spread like waves, shaking the three of them off balance, and the ground beneath their feet trembled violently.

Sun Wukong bent his legs slightly and pressed his body down to stabilize himself. He still held the golden cudgel firmly in his hand, and the golden light on the cudgel shimmered slightly in the shock wave.

Seeing this, Yang Jian quickly swung his three-pointed double-edged sword. The runes on the blade suddenly lit up, forming a silver energy shield that blocked the three of them.

The shockwave struck the shield with a deafening roar, causing ripples to spread across its surface, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and gently stroked the blade with his finger. The power of the runes increased again, and the shield barely held for a moment. However, as the shockwave continued, the shield's light gradually dimmed, and it finally shattered with a "crack".

"This shockwave is too powerful; the shield won't hold for long!"

Yang Jian gave a low shout, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

Nezha snorted coldly and swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply. The flames at the tip of the spear instantly surged, transforming into a blazing fire dragon that rushed straight towards the shockwave.

The flames collided with the evil energy, producing a deafening explosion that illuminated the entire underground space.

However, the aftershocks of the explosion continued to rage, blasting a huge gap in the surrounding rock walls, causing debris to fall everywhere, and filling the air with a heavy smell of dust.

"The power of this evil energy is stronger than I imagined!"

Nezha gritted his teeth, leaned back slightly, and barely managed to steady himself.

He looked up ahead, where black energy fluctuations continued to swirl slowly in the air, as if mocking their powerlessness.

Sun Wukong's gaze sharpened, and he slightly raised his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel gathering once more.

His tone was low but firm:
"We can't delay any longer. We need to get close to the core of that evil energy as soon as possible and find a way to suppress it!"

Yang Jian nodded, and slightly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade flowing even more rapidly.

His gaze was calm and focused, and his tone was steady:

"The Great Sage is right, we must finish this battle quickly!"

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the flame at the tip flickering slightly, reflecting his cold, stern face.
"Then let's stop talking and get started!"

The three exchanged a quick glance, then simultaneously took a step forward and sped toward the core of the black energy fluctuations.

The aftershocks of the explosion still lingered in the air, but the three men did not flinch; their steps were firm and swift.

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel slightly, the golden light on the cudgel like a sharp sword pointing straight ahead.

His gaze was sharp, his keen eyes piercing through the black energy fluctuations, searching for the core of the evil energy.

His steps were steady, each step carrying a powerful sense of pressure, as if he wanted to completely crush that evil aura.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed double-edged sword twirling slightly in his hand. Runes flowed endlessly on the blade, and magical power poured into the sword like flowing water.

His gaze was calm and focused, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

His fingers gently brushed across the blade, the runes flowing across the edge, subtly exuding a chilling aura.

Nezha leaped into the air, his Fire-Tipped Spear drawing a fiery arc in the air, the flames at the tip of the spear flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

His steps were light, but there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the core of the evil energy ahead, a slight smirk playing on his lips:
"How dare this mere evil spirit wreak havoc in front of us!"

The three of them quickly approached the core of the evil energy. The energy fluctuations around them became increasingly intense, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Sun Wukong slightly raised his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel suddenly surged, as magical power surged into the core of the evil energy like a tidal wave.

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly, the blade flashing a dazzling silver light, runes flowing across the edge, releasing a powerful binding force.

He let out a low shout, and his magic power instantly poured into the core of the evil energy, attempting to suppress the violent energy.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, heading straight for the core of the evil energy.

Flames collided with evil energy, producing a deep rumble. The firelight and black energy intertwined, forming a dazzling light.

The three powers intertwined instantly, and their magical energy surged into the core of the evil energy like a tidal wave.

However, the evil energy resisted more fiercely, and the energy fluctuations swept out like a whirlwind, shaking the three of them off balance.

Sun Wukong leaned back slightly, his feet pressing down sharply to steady himself. His gaze was cold, his tone low:

"This evil energy is too stubborn; we need to put in more effort!"

Yang Jian nodded, and slightly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade flowing even more rapidly.

His magical power flowed into the core of the evil energy like water, attempting to completely suppress that energy.

Nezha leaped into the air and swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames at the tip of the spear leaving a scorching trail in the air.

His tone carried a hint of impatience:
"Monkey, Yang Jian, we can't linger here any longer, we need to deal with it as soon as possible!"

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes. He leaped up suddenly, raising his golden cudgel high, its golden light illuminating the entire underground space like a blazing sun.

He gave a low shout:
"Alright, let's go all out and completely eliminate this evil energy!"

After he finished speaking, the golden cudgel slammed into the core of the evil energy, and golden light surged into it like a torrent.

Yang Jian also swung his three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly, the runes on the blade intertwined with golden light, forming a powerful binding force.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, heading straight for the core of the evil energy.

The three powers intertwined instantly, and the power of gold, silver and flames formed a dazzling pillar of light within the core of the evil energy.

The evil energy gradually dissipated under their combined efforts, and the energy fluctuations also weakened.

The surrounding rock walls stopped trembling, and the oppressive feeling in the air gradually dissipated.

The core of the evil energy collapsed completely under their combined efforts, turning into countless black specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Sun Wukong retrieved his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel gradually subsided.

His gaze swept around, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with ease:
"The evil spirits have finally dissipated."

Yang Jian also sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the runes on the blade slowly dissipated.

His gaze remained calm, and his tone was steady:
"Great Sage, we managed to stop this crisis in time."

Nezha raised his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, and the flame at the tip of the spear drew a scorching trail in the air.

His gaze was fixed on the core of the evil energy, a hint of disdain in his eyes:
"Mere evil energy is nothing more than this!"

Sun Wukong gently retracted his golden cudgel, but a trace of solemnity remained between his brows.

He looked down at the ground, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick layer of earth, and whispered:

"No, there seems to be residual fluctuations deep underground. Although they are faint, they are definitely there."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian slightly raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword, a wisp of silver light flowing from the runes on its blade. His gaze was focused and calm as he spoke softly:

“Great Sage, I feel it too. This fluctuation is not exactly the same as the evil energy before. It seems... that some external force is interfering with the earth's vein energy.”

Nezha impatiently swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames at the tip drawing a blazing arc in the air, reflecting his slightly irritated expression:

"Since there's still trouble underground, let's hurry down and deal with it! What are we dawdling about here for?"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the ground, his tone calm:
"No rush. Although this fluctuation is weak, its nature is unclear. Taking action rashly may cause bigger trouble. We need to figure out its source and nature first."

Yang Jian nodded, and gently tapped the three-pointed double-edged sword on the ground in front of him, the runes on the blade slowly flowing.

His fingers lightly traced the blade as he whispered:
“The Great Sage is right. Although this fluctuation is related to evil energy, it seems more like some kind of external force is interfering with the earth's veins. We need to investigate this further.”

Nezha frowned, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear subsided slightly, and the tip of the spear gently touched the ground, making a soft "hiss" sound.

His gaze still held a hint of impatience, but his tone had softened slightly:
"Then tell me, how should we investigate?"

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately, but slowly squatted down and gently pressed his palms on the ground.

His eyes were closed, and a hint of focus was faintly visible between his brows, as if he were sensing the flow of energy deep underground.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his voice low and somber:

"This fluctuation is not evil energy itself, but some force attempting to control the earth's ley line energy. The earth's ley line circulation has been disrupted."

Yang Jian nodded, and slightly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade emitting a cold light.

His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke softly:

“Great Sage, I will try to use the power of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword to further explore the energy flow of the earth’s veins.”

After he finished speaking, he gently inserted the three-pointed double-edged sword into the ground. The runes on the blade gradually lit up, and magic power flowed into the ground along the blade.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were sensing the changes in the earth's veins.

Seeing this, Nezha slightly raised the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames danced slightly in the air.

His gaze was fixed on Yang Jian's movements, his tone tinged with curiosity:
"Yang Jian, what have you discovered?"

Yang Jian did not respond immediately, but continued to close his eyes and concentrate.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a hint of seriousness in his gaze:
"The energy flow of the ley lines has indeed been disrupted, and... this force seems to be trying to control the core of the ley lines."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's brows furrowed in thought, and he slightly raised the golden cudgel in his hand, the golden light on the cudgel slowly flowing around it.

He whispered:
"The earth's veins are the foundation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If they are controlled, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear drew a scorching trail in the air.

His eyes held a hint of urgency:

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go down and wipe out that force!"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the ground, his tone calm:
"We cannot act rashly. We must first understand the nature of this force before formulating a response strategy."

Yang Jian nodded, and gently pulled the three-pointed double-edged sword from the ground, the runes on the blade gradually dissipating.

His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke softly:

“The Great Sage is right. Although this power is weak, it can still disrupt the earth's veins, so it is no ordinary thing. We must proceed with caution.”

Nezha snorted coldly, and slightly raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip of the spear flickering slightly in the air.

His gaze held a hint of impatience, but his tone softened slightly:

"So, what do you suggest we do next?"

Sun Wukong slowly stood up, gently tapping the ground in front of him with his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel slowly flowing.

His gaze was focused and calm, his tone low:

"I'll first use my keen eyes to carefully examine the nature of this fluctuation before we decide on our next move."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, and a faint golden light shone between his brows.

The power of the Fiery Eyes instantly penetrated the surface of the earth and went straight into the depths of the ground.

His gaze was piercing, as if he were capturing every subtle flow of energy.

Yang Jian and Nezha stood quietly to the side, their eyes fixed on Sun Wukong.

A moment later, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, a hint of seriousness appearing between his brows:
"This fluctuation... is not naturally formed, but rather some kind of human force is interfering with the earth's veins. Moreover, the source of this force does not seem to be simple."

Yang Jian nodded, and slightly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade emitting a cold light.

His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke softly:

“Great Sage, since this power is man-made, we must find its source and eliminate it completely.”

Sun Wukong nodded, and slightly raised the golden cudgel in his hand, the golden light on the cudgel slowly flowing.

A hint of determination appeared in his eyes:
"Alright, let's go down now, find the source of that power, and eliminate it completely."

Upon hearing this, Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, the flames at the tip of the spear leaving a scorching trail in the air.

His eyes held a hint of excitement:
"Finally, we can get started! I don't want to waste any more time here."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and gently tapped the ground in front of him with his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade slowly flowing.

His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke softly:

"Nezha, there might be danger ahead, we need to be careful."

Nezha waved his hand impatiently, and the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickered slightly.

"Alright, alright, I got it. Let's go down now!"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, and with a sudden swing of his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel instantly surged, transforming into a sharp sword that cleaved the ground.

The underground space gradually came into view, and the three of them quickly descended through the passage.

The underground space was still narrow, the surrounding rock walls were damp and slippery, and the air was filled with a rotten smell.

Sun Wukong slightly raised his golden cudgel, and the golden light from the cudgel dispelled the surrounding darkness.

His gaze swept warily around him, his voice low and menacing:

"Everyone be careful, the fluctuations here are much stronger than before."

Yang Jian held the three-pointed double-edged sword, its blade trembling slightly, the runes shining brightly in the darkness.

His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke in a low voice:
"The source of that power is just ahead; we need to speed things up."

(End of this chapter)