Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 486

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel slammed down, its golden light surging as it struck the core of the pillar of light.

This strike concentrated all his magical power; golden light surged into the earth's veins like a torrent, colliding with the energy of the pillar of light and producing a deafening roar.

The beam of light trembled violently under the impact, and the originally stable light on its surface began to become disordered, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian immediately adjusted the rune array. The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand drew a silver light in the air, and the runes on the blade suddenly lit up, quickly spreading into a huge binding array.

The runes, like silver chains, coiled around the pillar of light from all directions, blocking its energy output.

The energy of the pillar of light was suppressed by the runes, its intensity was significantly reduced, and its light dimmed somewhat.

Seeing the pillar of light begin to waver, Nezha did not hesitate to swing his Fire-Tipped Spear.

The flames at the tip of the spear traced a fiery dragon through the air; the flames were so hot that they distorted the air itself.

Nezha's gaze was fixed on the pillar of light, a slight smirk playing on his lips:
"A mere pillar of light dares to act tough in front of us!"

The fire dragon rushed straight at the damaged part of the light pillar. The moment the flames collided with the light pillar, a low rumble was heard, and fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the light pillar.

With the combined attack of the three, the pillar of light finally succumbed to its strain.

The cracks widened rapidly, the surface of the pillar of light began to crumble, the light scattered, and it eventually disintegrated completely.

Just as the pillar of light shattered, a black energy body flew out from it, hovering in the air and emanating an unsettling aura.

Sun Wukong's gaze sharpened, and he swung his golden cudgel violently, causing the golden light on the cudgel to surge once more as it struck the black energy entity.

His movements were swift and precise, and his magic power surged through the staff in an attempt to seal the energy body.

Yang Jian reacted quickly, his three-pointed double-edged sword drawing a silver light in the air. The light of the runes spread rapidly, forming a binding array that surrounded the black energy body.

Without hesitation, Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames at the tip leaving a scorching trail in the air as they hurtled towards the energy body.

The black energy entity began to tremble violently under the combined attack of the three, as if it were struggling.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel fell again, golden light binding the energy body like chains, and Yang Jian's rune array also rapidly contracted, completely sealing off the energy body.

Nezha's flames burned around the energy body, further weakening its power.

Ultimately, the black energy entity was completely sealed away by the combined efforts of the three, hovering within the rune array, its light gradually fading.

Sun Wukong retrieved his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel slowly receded. Yang Jian also retrieved his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the light of the runes and magic array gradually dimmed.

Nezha put away his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly smug expression.

"Finally solved."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone slightly relaxed.

Yang Jian nodded, his gaze remaining calm:
"The origin of this energy is unknown, and we need to continue to investigate."

Nezha waved his Fire-Tipped Spear dismissively:

"Whatever it is, let's fight again if it comes!"

"Having said that."

Yang Jian looked around and saw the traces left by the fierce battle: scorched earth, rubble, and residual energy fluctuations in the air were all clearly visible.

"But sealing this energy body is not a long-term solution. This confinement array can only last for three days at most."

As he spoke, he gently poked at the rocks beneath his feet, cracked by the energy impact, with his three-pointed double-edged sword, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

Upon hearing this, Nezha stopped his previous playful antics, and stood his Fire-Tipped Spear beside him, the flame at the tip of the spear dimming slightly.

"Three days? Doesn't that mean we need to hurry up and find out where this thing comes from?"

His tone became serious, and his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for clues.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly tapped the ground with his golden cudgel. The golden light on the cudgel flickered, as if it were trying to capture some indescribable trace.

He lowered his head slightly, his nostrils twitching gently, as if he could smell the faint energy fluctuations remaining in the air.

“There is indeed something deep underground; the source of energy is down there.”

He spoke in a low voice, his tone firm, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the ground beneath his feet.

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

He crouched down, the tip of his knife lightly touching the ground. The runes spread out rapidly, like a silver river meandering across the ground.

“I will inscribe the tracking runes. Following this energy fluctuation should allow us to find the source.”

Yang Jian's voice was calm and steady. His fingers gently brushed across the blade, and the runes flowed more rapidly under his touch. As the silver light flashed, the rune array on the ground gradually took shape.

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

He raised the tip of his gun, and the flames drew a fiery trail in the air, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

His gaze swept over Yang Jian's movements, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"Why make it so complicated? Why not just break through the ground?"

Nezha said impatiently, his tone urging him on. The flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear rose slightly with his emotions, reflecting his anxious expression.

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, and gently raised his golden cudgel. The golden light on the cudgel flowed slowly along the earth's veins, as if resonating with the energy fluctuations underground.

His tone was low, tinged with seriousness:
"The earth's vein structure is complex, and taking rash action could cause even bigger problems."

Yang Jian did not respond, focusing intently on carving the runes. The tip of his blade lightly grazed the ground, and the rune patterns spread rapidly like flowing water.

As the runes took shape, silver light flowed across the ground, as if guiding the three along the energy fluctuations.

Following the runes, the three passed through a narrow passage. The surrounding rock walls were covered with dense runes, their light flickering in the darkness, as if monitoring their movements.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, and the earth's ley line energy flowed through the channels, carrying an unsettling fluctuation.

At the end of the passage, a huge underground space suddenly appeared before the three of them.

In the center of the space, an ancient stone box floated silently in the air, emitting faint energy fluctuations.

The surface of the stone box was covered with ancient runes, the light of which flickered on and off, as if telling some ancient secret.

Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, and he slightly raised his golden cudgel, the golden light from the cudgel illuminating the stone box.

He stepped forward slowly, his steps light and cautious, his eyes fixed on the runes on the stone box, trying to discern their origin.

“This stone box… is not simple.” Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone tinged with doubt, his brows furrowed slightly, clearly puzzled by the origin of the stone box.

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

His gaze also fell on the stone box, and his fingers gently brushed across the blade, causing the runes to flow more rapidly under his touch.

“These runes… seem to be related to an ancient seal.”

Yang Jian's voice was low and calm, with a hint of solemnity in his tone, clearly indicating his wariness about the origin of the stone box.

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

He glanced at the stone box, a slight smirk playing on his lips:
"Who cares about its origin? Let's just open it and take a look, shall we?"

Sun Wukong did not respond, but continued to stare intently at the stone box, his fingers gently tracing the runes on its surface, his fingertips trembling slightly as if sensing the power contained within them.

His gaze was piercing, as if he could see through the runes to the secrets deep within the stone box.

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

His fingers gently brushed across the blade, causing the runes to flow more rapidly. As the silver light flashed, the array of runes on the ground gradually expanded, enveloping the stone box.

“Great Sage, I will stabilize the energy fluctuations in the stone box, and you will decipher the runes.”

Yang Jian spoke in a low voice, his tone calm and composed, clearly having already prepared for the next step.

Sun Wukong nodded, and with a gentle lift of his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel flowed slowly along the runes on the stone box.

He slightly raised his palm, his fingertips trembling gently, as if trying to capture every energy fluctuation contained within the runes.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and the golden light on his golden cudgel shone even brighter, illuminating a small area around the stone box.

In the vast underground space, only the faint light emanating from the stone box and the golden light of the golden cudgel made it appear exceptionally bright.

The rest of the space was shrouded in darkness, the air filled with the damp smell of earth, and occasionally the faint sound of dripping water could be heard.

Sun Wukong's movements were slow and focused, as if he were performing an extremely precise operation.

He gently slid his fingertips along the rune trails on the surface of the stone box, muttering to himself in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

A moment later, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"These runes... are ancient seals used to suppress evil spirits; the technique is exquisite and the power is formidable."

He spoke solemnly and, with some difficulty, retracted the golden cudgel.

He took a deep breath and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead. The runes on the stone box were too complex and had consumed a lot of his spiritual power.

Nezha stomped his foot impatiently, and the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly shot up a full ten feet, reflecting his slightly anxious face.

"Hey, what's with all the fuss? Just smash it open!"

His tone was tinged with impatience, and the tip of his fire-tipped spear was pointed at the stone box, ready to strike at any moment.

Yang Jian glanced calmly at Nezha, the silver light of the three-pointed double-edged sword shining even brighter. He shook his head slightly, his eyes carrying a warning.

"Nezha, don't act rashly. What's in this stone box might be more dangerous than we think."

His tone was firm, clearly indicating that he was highly vigilant about what was inside the stone box.

The rune array behind Yang Jian shone even brighter, stabilizing the faint energy fluctuations released by the stone box and preventing them from leaking out.

Sun Wukong's gaze remained fixed on the stone box, his fingers gently tracing the patterns of the ancient runes.

His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he were sensing the subtle energy flow between the runes.

The runes on the surface of the stone box are not random, but arranged in an extremely complex array, as if each rune is echoing the others, forming a huge energy network.

"These runes are not simply seals, but more like a two-way constraint."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone thoughtful.

His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes; clearly, the complexity of these runes far exceeded his expectations.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian slightly turned his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the runes on the blade shimmered as if in response to Sun Wukong's discovery.

His gaze was calm and focused, and his voice was deep:

"Two-way constraint? You mean, this stone box not only seals what's inside, but may also be affected by the forces within?"

Sun Wukong nodded, his finger stopping on a seemingly inconspicuous rune. He pressed his fingertip lightly, feeling the faint resistance within the rune.

His gaze was piercing, as if he could see into the depths of the stone box:
“That’s right. It seems that the designer of this rune left a sliver of hope for some kind of power inside while sealing it. Or rather, this stone box is not just a seal, but more like a… passage.”

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

He glanced at the stone box, a slight smirk playing on his lips:
"A passage? Doesn't that mean this thing could be opened at any moment? If that's the case, what are we waiting for? Let's just destroy it and be done with it!"

Yang Jian shook his head slightly, and the tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword gently touched the ground. The runes spread out rapidly, forming a stable energy barrier.

His gaze remained calm, but his tone carried a hint of warning:
“Nezha, acting rashly will only complicate the situation further. The designers of these runes are clearly not simple people. If we forcibly destroy them, it may lead to unpredictable consequences.”

Nezha snorted coldly, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear leaving a scorching trail in the air, reflecting his slightly agitated expression:

"Then what do you suggest we do? Are we just going to wait here?"

Sun Wukong did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on the stone box, and his palm gently touched the surface of the stone box, his magic power slowly seeping into the runes through his fingertips.

His movements were extremely cautious, as if he were performing a very delicate operation.

The stone box seemed to react subtly to his touch, and the runes gradually became brighter.

"The runes on this stone box... seem to have some special sensitivity to magic."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

His fingertips trembled slightly, as if guiding the flow of magic power, trying to find a breakthrough in the runes.

Seeing this, Yang Jian lightly swung the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the runes on the blade quickly flowed, resonating with the runes in the stone box.

His gaze was focused, and his tone was steady:
"I'll give it a try. I'll use the power of the runes to guide the energy of the stone box. Maybe I can find a way to break it."

Yang Jian's blade tip gently touched the surface of the stone box, and the runes spread out rapidly, with silver light flowing across the stone box like water.

The runes on the stone box seemed to be stimulated in some way, and the light gradually became stronger, with the energy fluctuations also intensifying.

(End of this chapter)