Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 481

Sun Wukong took the first step, raising his golden cudgel slightly, the golden light of the cudgel drawing a dazzling path in the underground space.

His gaze was sharp, his keen eyes piercing through the layers of darkness ahead, capturing the intense energy fluctuations.

The underground space grew ever deeper, the surrounding rock walls were covered with slippery moss, and the air was filled with a strong smell of decay, as if every breath carried the weight of ancient times.

"There's something ahead."

Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, and his golden cudgel slammed into the ground. The golden light from the cudgel instantly spread, illuminating an area in front of him.

His tone was low and tinged with wariness.

"The energy fluctuations are coming from there."

Yang Jian followed closely behind, slightly raising his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade gleaming with a cold silver light.

His gaze was calm and focused as he scanned the darkness ahead, his fingers gently tracing the blade, sensing the intensity and direction of the energy fluctuations.

"This energy is exceptionally powerful, and it seems to be located at the core of the earth's veins."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

Nezha slightly raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip drawing a blazing arc in the air, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

"Whatever it is, let's go take a look!"

He raised his eyebrows, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"The environment down here is uncomfortable; let's resolve this sooner and leave."

Sun Wukong did not respond. Instead, he took a deep breath and swung his golden cudgel. The golden light on the cudgel cleaved the rock wall in front of him like a sharp sword.

His gaze was cold and stern, his tone firm:
"Let's go, the energy fluctuations ahead are getting stronger, we need to be careful."

The three quickly passed through the crack in the rock wall, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

A vast underground cavern appeared before them, its ceiling towering high, and the surrounding rock walls covered with ancient runes. The runes shimmered faintly in the darkness, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

In the center of the void, a massive altar stood silently, its surface covered with intricate runes, from which flowed intense energy fluctuations, as if it were the very core of the earth's veins.

Sun Wukong slightly raised his golden cudgel, its golden light illuminating the altar completely. His gaze swept over the runes on the altar, a thoughtful expression appearing between his brows.

"This altar... appears to have been built by man."

He said in a low voice, his tone tinged with doubt.

"These runes are somewhat similar to the sealing techniques of the Heavenly Court, but also somewhat different."

Yang Jian stepped forward, gently pressing his three-pointed double-edged sword against the edge of the altar, the runes on the blade shimmering with a faint silver light.

His fingers gently traced the surface of the altar, sensing the flow of energy within the runes.

"This altar is indeed extraordinary."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with caution.

"It seems to be able to channel the energy of the ley lines and transform it into some kind of power. This power... is trying to break free from the runes' shackles."

Nezha slightly raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip of the spear flickering in the air, reflecting his slightly impatient expression.

"Monkey, Yang Jian, now that we've found it, let's get right to it and stop it from causing any more trouble!"

He snorted coldly, his tone tinged with urgency.

"I don't want to stay here any longer."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, and his golden cudgel suddenly plunged into the edge of the altar. The golden light on the cudgel instantly spread, and his magic power seeped into the altar along the cudgel.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was firm:
"Alright, let's try to see if we can suppress this force."

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

His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke in a low voice:

“Great Sage, I will seal the energy flow of the altar. You try to guide the earth's energy and repair the rune array.”

Seeing this, Nezha suddenly swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, rushing straight towards the altar.

His gaze was fixed on the altar, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"A mere altar dares to cause trouble in front of us!"

The three powers instantly intertwined, and the power of gold, silver and flames formed a dazzling pillar of light on the altar.

The runes on the altar gradually lit up under the impact of their magic, and the energy fluctuations weakened accordingly.

However, just as the rune's light was about to stabilize, the altar suddenly erupted with a powerful energy surge, sweeping out like a whirlwind and shaking the three of them off balance.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel trembled violently, and the golden light on the cudgel was slightly dimmed.

His body suddenly leaned back, he staggered back several steps, and a hint of surprise appeared between his brows:
"The power of this altar... is actually so great!"

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword was also shaken slightly, and the runes on the blade flowed even more rapidly.

A hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes:
“Great Sage, the energy flow of this altar has been forcibly interrupted, and our magic power cannot completely suppress it.”

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear paused slightly, and the flame at the tip of the spear dimmed slightly from the shock.

He snorted coldly, his tone tinged with anger:
"This altar is resisting too strongly; we need to step up our efforts!"

Sun Wukong steadied himself, raised his golden cudgel slightly, and the golden light on the cudgel gathered again.

His gaze was cold and stern, and his tone was low:
"We can't let this continue. Let's join forces and suppress it completely!"

Yang Jian nodded, and with a sudden swing of his three-pointed double-edged sword, a dazzling silver light flashed across the blade, and runes flowed along the edge, releasing a powerful binding force.

He let out a low shout, and his magic power instantly flowed into the altar, attempting to completely suppress the violent energy.

Nezha leaped into the air and swung his Fire-Tipped Spear fiercely. The flames at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, heading straight for the altar.

The flames collided with the altar, creating a deafening explosion, and the firelight illuminated the entire underground space.

The three powers instantly intertwined, and their magic surged into the altar like waves.

With their combined efforts, the altar gradually stabilized, the light of the runes slowly dissipated, and the underground space returned to calm.

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

His gaze swept over the altar, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Finally solved."

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

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 altar, a hint of disdain in his eyes:
"It's nothing more than that!"

Sun Wukong stood before the altar, his gaze still fixed on the runes on its surface, a thoughtful expression on his face.

His fingers gently brushed across the runes, and a faint energy fluctuation emanated from his fingertips, as if responding to his touch. "Yang Jian, look at this."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone tinged with doubt.

"The patterns on these runes are rather strange."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touching the edge of the altar, the runes on the blade shimmering with a faint silver light.

He lowered his head to carefully examine the patterns of the runes, his fingers lightly tracing over them, his brows furrowing slightly.

“These runes… seem to be some kind of ancient sealing technique, but they are not exactly the same as the techniques of the Heavenly Court.”

His voice was deep and calm, with a hint of caution.

"Moreover, the energy flow of this rune is somewhat abnormal, as if it has been forcibly modified."

Nezha stood to the side, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat impatient expression.

He glanced at the altar, then at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, and couldn't help but interject:
"Monkey, Yang Jian, what are you whispering about? The altar has already been dealt with, right? Let's hurry up and leave. The air down here is making me feel uncomfortable."

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the runes, his tone calm:
“Nezha, this altar is not simple. It’s not just an energy conversion device, but more likely a node controlled by some kind of force. We need to figure out its origin, otherwise the energy of the earth’s veins may be disturbed again.”

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

“The Great Sage is right. Although we have suppressed the runes on this altar, its core power has not completely dissipated. Moreover, the source of this power... does not seem to be here.”

After he finished speaking, he gently brushed his fingers across the surface of the altar, and the runes shimmered slightly under his touch, as if responding to his magic.

“I suspect that this altar is just a transit point, and the real source of power may be deeper in the earth’s veins.”

Upon hearing this, Nezha slightly raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip leaving a scorching trail in the air.

His eyes held a hint of excitement, but his tone carried a trace of disdain:
"Then let's keep going! We've been underground before, what can a mere altar stop us?"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, then swung his golden cudgel, the golden light from the cudgel instantly spreading and illuminating an area behind the altar.

“Nezha is right. We need to keep going and find the true source of that power.”

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the rock wall behind the altar, a hint of determination in his eyes.

"The energy fluctuations of this altar seem to be coming from here."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, gently tapping his three-pointed double-edged sword against the rock wall, the runes on the blade emitting a wisp of silver light.

His fingers gently traced the rock face as he whispered:
"There seems to be a passage behind this rock wall."

His voice was calm and focused, with a hint of caution.

"Moreover, the energy fluctuations in this passage are extremely strong, seemingly leading to a deeper part of the earth's veins."

Upon hearing this, Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, and the flames at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, rushing straight towards the rock wall.

His eyes held a hint of excitement, but his tone carried a trace of impatience:
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's just blast it open!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the fire-tipped spear, and the flame at the tip of the spear drew a scorching trail in the air.

The flames collided with the rock wall, creating a deafening explosion that sent sparks flying and blasted a huge hole in the rock wall.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong slightly raised his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel instantly spread, illuminating the passage behind the gap.

"Let's go down and take a look."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and stepped into the passage, the light of the golden cudgel drawing a dazzling path in the darkness.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed, double-edged sword slightly raised, the runes on its blade gleaming with a cold light. His gaze was calm and focused as he spoke in a low voice:
"Everyone be careful, the energy fluctuations here are much stronger than before."

Nezha leaped into the air, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly in the air, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

His gaze was fixed on the darkness ahead, his tone tinged with disdain:
"What danger could there be in a mere passageway? Let's get going, I don't want to stay here any longer!"

The three of them quickly descended through the passage. The surrounding rock walls were still damp, cold, and slippery, and the air was filled with a strong smell of decay, as if every breath carried the weight of ancient times.

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:

"The energy fluctuations here are getting stronger and stronger. It seems we are getting closer and closer to the source."

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

He whispered:
"Great Sage, I sense a powerful force surging below. We must be careful."

Nezha slightly raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip leaving a scorching trail in the air.

He spoke with a hint of excitement, but also a touch of disdain:
"Whatever it is, let's go take a look!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flame at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, rushing straight into the darkness ahead.

The three of them quickly descended through the passage, gradually arriving at a deeper underground space.

The sight before them startled the three of them slightly.

A massive underground palace appeared before them, its walls covered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the darkness, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

In the center of the palace, a huge altar stood silently, its surface covered with complex runes, from which flowed intense energy fluctuations, as if it were the core of the entire earth's veins.

Sun Wukong slightly raised his golden cudgel, its golden light illuminating the altar completely. His gaze swept over the runes on the altar, a thoughtful expression appearing between his brows.

"This altar... seems to be the core of the earth's veins."

Sun Wukong stepped into the underground palace first. He gently touched the ground with his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel flowed like water, slowly extending along the earth's veins.

His eyes were slightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingertips gently twirled, as if trying to capture every fluctuation of energy.

"The earth's energy is unusually concentrated, and its source is not on the surface of the altar, but below."

Sun Wukong opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and his tone deep and resolute.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, and with a light flick of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade drew a streak of silver light in the air.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the blade, the runes flowing between his fingertips, his gaze calmly sweeping over the structure of the palace.

"The structure of this palace is extraordinary. The runes on the walls are a powerful protective mechanism specifically designed to seal the earth's ley line energy."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

Nezha stood behind the two, his Fire-Tipped Spear resting diagonally on his shoulder, the flame at the tip of the spear flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

His gaze swept around, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Why are you all being so cautious? Now that you've found it, why don't you just take action?"

Nezha impatiently waved his Fire-Tipped Spear, his tone urging him on.

(End of this chapter)