Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 485

Nezha stood to the side, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly. The flame at the tip of the spear was like a keen eye, keeping a close eye on the movements within the rune array.

A slight smirk played on his lips, tinged with impatience, as he occasionally brandished the tip of his gun to dispel the approaching free energy.

The flames left a fiery trail in the air, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

He glanced at Yang Jian's movements, his tone urging:
"Yang Jian, can you speed up this formation any more? I don't want to waste any more time!"

Yang Jian did not respond. He gently brushed his fingers across the blade, and the light of the rune array grew brighter and brighter, the silver light spreading across the ground like flowing water.

His gaze was focused, and his tone was steady:

"The Cleansing Array has been deployed, and the remaining energy is being purified. Please be patient."

Sun Wukong stood in the center of the formation, his golden cudgel slightly raised, the golden light on the cudgel slowly flowing.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling his magical power along the staff into the earth's veins, precisely controlling the flow of the remaining energy.

His brow furrowed slightly, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched gently, clearly indicating that he was doing his best to control this power.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze sharp, and said in a low voice:
"The flow of earth vein energy has stabilized. Yang Jian, give it your all, and the remaining energy will soon be completely eliminated."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a gentle swing of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade emitted an even more powerful light.

The silver light of the rune array suddenly surged, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted due to the energy fluctuations.

His fingers gently traced the blade, his movements delicate and precise, as if he were weaving an invisible net.

As he moved, the residual energy in the rune array was gradually purified, and the oppressive feeling in the air also decreased.

Just then, a slight cracking sound came from deep underground, as if something was breaking.

Sun Wukong's gaze sharpened, and he swung his golden cudgel fiercely, the golden light from the cudgel striking the ground.

His tone was wary: "There's movement deep underground, everyone be careful!"

Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array, and the tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touched the ground. The rune patterns spread rapidly, completely sealing off the surrounding space.

His gaze was calm, and his tone was steady:

"The energy fluctuations underground are somewhat abnormal; it seems that new cracks are appearing."

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, heading straight for the depths of the earth.

His eyes held a hint of excitement, but his tone carried a trace of disdain:
"Who cares what it is, just blast it open!"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, and gently tapped the ground with his golden cudgel. The golden light on the cudgel flowed like water, slowly extending along the earth's veins.

His gaze was fixed on the depths of the earth, his voice low and somber:
"The flow of the earth's energy is changing, and taking rash action may cause even bigger problems."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a light flick of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade shimmered with a cold, silvery light.

He gently ran his fingers across the blade, and the runes flowed even faster under his touch.

He whispered:
"I will guide the earth's energy to ensure that any remaining energy is completely eliminated."

As the light of the rune array gradually faded, the remaining energy was finally completely purified.

The surrounding air returned to calm, and the flow of earth vein energy returned to normal.

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

His lips curled slightly upward, and his tone carried a hint of ease:
"Finally solved."

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:
"The interference with the earth's vein energy has been completely eliminated."

Nezha sheathed his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at its tip flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat disdainful expression:

"So that's all. It seems this energy ball isn't anything special."

However, at that moment, a faint light emanated from the newly appeared crack deep underground.

Sun Wukong's gaze sharpened, and he slightly raised his golden cudgel, the golden light emanating from the staff pointing directly at the crack.

His tone carried a hint of wariness:
"There seems to be something deeper underground; we need to be careful."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a light swing of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade shimmered with a cold light.

His gaze was fixed on the crack, his tone steady:
"Everyone be careful, the energy fluctuations underground are much stronger than before."

Nezha snorted coldly, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly in the air. His eyes held a hint of excitement, but his tone was tinged with disdain.
"Bring it on, I'm not afraid!"

Within the crack, the light grew increasingly intense, gradually forming a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

The ground trembled slightly, as if some enormous creature was about to burst forth from the earth.

Sun Wukong was the first to react. He flashed to the edge of the crack and slammed his golden cudgel heavily into the ground, making a deafening noise, in an attempt to stop the crack from expanding further.

"This energy fluctuation seems... somewhat familiar!"

His brows furrowed, and his tone unusually serious as he glanced at Yang Jian and Nezha out of the corner of his eye.

Yang Jian pointed his three-pointed, double-edged sword at the pillar of light, the runes on the blade flashing as he tried to probe the energy properties of the pillar.

"It is indeed different from the previous ley line energy; it contains a kind of... chaotic energy?"

He murmured softly, his gaze slightly narrowed, and three eyes on his forehead quietly opened, their divine light flowing as he carefully observed the energy composition inside the pillar of light.

The surrounding trees swayed violently due to the energy fluctuations, and some branches even broke, making a crisp sound.

Nezha seemed a little impatient. He stood still, pointing his Fire-Tipped Spear at the pillar of light, the tip of the spear burning fiercely.

"Why are you being so hesitant? Why not just pierce it directly?"

His tone was impatient, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes held a hint of eager fighting spirit.

He stretched his limbs slightly, and the flame at the tip of the fire-tipped spear blazed even brighter, illuminating his slightly anxious face.

At this moment, several patrolling local deities rushed over in a panic. One of them, breathless, reported:
"Three immortals! The cracks in the ground are widening, and strange phenomena are beginning to appear in the nearby villages. The villagers are in a state of panic!"

Sun Wukong's eyes sharpened, and he swung his golden cudgel again, trying to slow down the expansion of the crack. The golden cudgel collided with the ground, bursting out with a dazzling light, which was very conspicuous in the dim environment.

"Yang Jian, continue to investigate the energy attributes. Nezha, come with me to stabilize the crack!"

After he finished speaking, he leaped up again and headed towards the edge of the crack. His golden cudgel, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed heavily into the crack.

The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the scorching aura of energy. The crack trembled slightly under Sun Wukong's full-force attack, but it continued to slowly widen.

The power of the golden cudgel seemed to be absorbed by an invisible barrier, and the energy fluctuations in the pillar of light became increasingly intense, as if something was brewing.

Sun Wukong steadied himself, his gaze turning cold and serious, a hint of gravity appearing between his brows.

"This energy is strange; it seems to be channeling some kind of spatial force."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, raising his golden cudgel again. The golden light on the cudgel suddenly surged, and his magic power seeped into the ground along the cudgel, attempting to suppress the expansion of the cracks.

Yang Jian remained standing before the pillar of light, the runes on his three-pointed, double-edged sword gleaming with a cold silver light. His third eye on his forehead was slightly open, its divine light flowing as he carefully examined the energy composition within the pillar of light.

His gaze was focused and calm, his fingers gently brushing across the blade, the runes flowing more rapidly under his touch.

"The energy composition of this pillar of light is extremely complex, mixed with chaotic energy, which seems to have escaped from some ancient seal."

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

He raised his hand and waved it, the blade drawing a silver light in the air, and the runes quickly spread across the ground, forming a complex energy analysis array.

"Ancient seal?"

Sun Wukong's brows furrowed even more, and the golden cudgel in his hand trembled slightly, its golden light flowing slowly along the earth's veins.

He closed his eyes, sensing every fluctuation in the earth's veins, the muscles between his brows twitching slightly, clearly trying his best to analyze this energy.

"That's right, this chaotic energy is very likely an ancient artifact, perhaps related to some lost legends."

Yang Jian's voice was deep, and the runes flowed more rapidly at his fingertips. A faint metallic scent filled the air, a trace of rune energy leaking out.

Nezha impatiently swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames at the tip drawing scorching streaks in the air, reflecting his slightly agitated expression.

His gaze swept over the beam of light, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"Who cares what kind of ancient seal it is, just blast it open!"

Nezha snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of urging.

He stretched his limbs slightly, and the flame of the Fire-Tipped Spear burned even brighter, illuminating his slightly excited face.

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the pillar of light, his voice low and deep:
"Taking action rashly could cause even bigger problems. The energy fluctuations of this pillar of light have already affected the stability of the earth's veins. We must first find the source that controls it."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a gentle flick of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade quickly sketched a complex pattern in the air.

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

"I'll try to analyze the energy flow of the light beam; perhaps that will lead to a breakthrough."

Just then, the ground shook violently again, and the light in the crack suddenly surged, as if something was raging wildly deep underground.

The surrounding air was slightly distorted by the energy fluctuations, and the trees fell down one after another in the tremors, making a series of muffled rumbles.

"Oh no! Something's about to burst out from underground!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and urgent. He swung his golden cudgel violently, the golden light of the cudgel striking the crack, trying to stop the burst of power.

Yang Jian moved swiftly, his three-pointed double-edged sword carving a complex array of runes on the ground. The runes' light, like silver chains, spread rapidly, completely sealing off the area around the pillar of light.

His gaze was calm and focused; the tip of his blade left almost no mark on the ground, only the shimmering runes proved his presence.

"The rune array is complete, temporarily suppressing the energy output of the light pillar."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. His fingers lightly brushed across the blade, the runes flowing even faster, and a faint metallic scent filled the air.

Seeing this, Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear drew a blazing fire dragon in the air, heading straight for the pillar of light.

The moment the flames collided with the beam of light, a deafening roar was heard, and sparks flew everywhere, but the beam of light remained motionless, as if it had completely swallowed the flames.

"This guy is even more troublesome than that energy ball from before!"

Nezha snorted coldly, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. He sheathed his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at its tip flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat defeated expression.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes again to sense the earth, and lightly tapped the ground with his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel flowing slowly along the earth's veins.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his fingertips trembled gently, as if trying to catch that faint energy fluctuation.

"The energy flow of the earth's veins has been completely disrupted, and the core of the pillar of light is rapidly gathering energy."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and intense. He swung his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel suddenly surged. His magical power seeped into the earth's veins along the cudgel, striking the core of the pillar of light.

Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array, and the tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touched the ground. The rune patterns spread rapidly, like a silver river meandering across the ground.

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

"I will guide the earth's energy to ensure that the energy output of the light pillar is completely blocked."

Nezha stood to the side, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, the tip of the spear drawing scorching streaks in the air, reflecting his slightly impatient expression.

His gaze was fixed on the beam of light, his tone carrying a hint of urging:
"You're all too slow, let me try!"

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 towards the pillar of light.

The moment the flames collided with the beam of light, a deep roar was heard, and sparks flew everywhere. However, the beam of light remained motionless and instead engulfed the flames, causing the internal energy fluctuations to become even more intense.

"This beam of light is even more difficult to deal with than that energy ball from before!"

Nezha snorted coldly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He sheathed his fire-tipped spear, the flame at its tip flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat defeated expression.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong frowned even more deeply, his palm gently touching the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if sensing every fluctuation in the earth's veins.

"The light pillar's defense has been weakened, but the energy inside is rapidly converging."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with urgency. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and intense. With a sudden swing of his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel surged dramatically, and magical power seeped into the earth's veins, striking directly at the core of the pillar of light.

Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array, and his three-pointed double-edged sword carved a complex rune array on the ground. The light of the runes spread out rapidly like silver chains, completely sealing off the area around the pillar of light.

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

"I will guide the earth's energy to ensure that the energy output of the light pillar is completely blocked."

(End of this chapter)