Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 490

Sun Wukong's gaze remained fixed on the stone box, his brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers traced lightly on the ground, as if trying to detect some barely perceptible energy fluctuation.

His palms were pressed against the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly. Suddenly, a look of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"Something's wrong."

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

“There are still energy fluctuations deep underground, though they are faint, they still exist.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's expression immediately turned serious.

He stepped forward, gently twirling the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand. The runes on the blade instantly lit up, and silver light spread across the ground like flowing water.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, the tip of the knife in his hand trembling slightly, as if sensing every trace of energy flow deep underground.

"There are indeed energy fluctuations."

Yang Jian opened his eyes, his gaze calm and focused.

"The source of this energy seems to be more hidden than the previous chaotic energy, and may even be related to an ancient seal."

Upon hearing this, Nezha's spear tip flickered even more violently, reflecting his slightly impatient expression.

He snorted coldly, flicked the tip of his spear, and flames drew a blazing arc in the air:

"You two are always so indecisive. Since there's energy fluctuation, why not just dig up the ground? Why go through all this trouble?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, his palm still pressed against the ground, his fingertips sliding lightly as if tracing the contours of the earth's veins.

His gaze was deep and calm, his tone low:

"The earth's ley lines have a complex structure; acting rashly could cause even bigger problems. Yang Jian, can you use a rune array to pinpoint the exact location of the energy source?"

Yang Jian nodded, and with a sudden swing of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade quickly spread across the ground, forming a complex array of runes.

The runes, like silver chains, gradually penetrated deeper into the ground, attempting to capture that faint energy fluctuation.

Yang Jian's expression was focused and calm, with a fine bead of sweat on his forehead. Clearly, this exploration was more mentally taxing than any of the previous ones.

A moment later, Yang Jian frowned slightly, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly, causing the silver light of the runes to suddenly shrink.

He opened his eyes, his gaze steady:
"The energy source is located in an ancient altar deep within the earth's veins, about three hundred feet above the ground. Although the energy fluctuations are weak, they are extremely stable, clearly indicating a direct connection to the ancient seal."

Upon hearing this, Nezha's lips curled into a smile, and the flames at the tip of his spear suddenly shot up, reflecting his excited expression:
"Now that we've found the source, what are we waiting for? Let's go down and smash that altar to pieces to solve the problem once and for all!"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the ground, his voice low and somber:
"The altar deep within the earth's veins is no ordinary place; rash action will only invite greater danger. We must proceed with caution."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a slight turn of his three-pointed, double-edged sword, the silver light of the runes gradually faded. His gaze was calm and profound, and his tone was steady:

“I agree with the Great Sage’s opinion. The altar is related to the ancient seal. Recklessly destroying it may cause the seal to fail and release an even more dangerous entity.”

Nezha impatiently waved his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat agitated expression:

"You two are always so slow and indecisive, it's really a headache! So, what do you suggest we do next?"

Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Yang Jian and Nezha, his tone low and firm:
"I will go down to investigate myself, and you will provide support on the ground. If there is anything unusual, Yang Jian, you will immediately use the rune array to stabilize the earth's energy."

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, the runes shimmering with a faint silver light, ready to strike at any moment.

His voice was steady:

"Great Sage, proceed with caution."

Nezha curled his lip, the flame at the tip of his spear flickering slightly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"This is troublesome, but since you've made up your mind, I'll wait here."

Without saying a word, Sun Wukong leaped lightly, his body like an arrow released from a bow, instantly jumping into the underground crack.

The darkness beneath the earth was like a giant maw, instantly swallowing his figure, leaving only a faint halo of light slowly dissipating on the ground.

Yang Jian and Nezha stood at the edge of the crack, their eyes fixed on the deep underground, an unsettling silence filling the air.

The three-pointed double-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand trembled slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed, as if it were ready to deal with any sudden situation at any time.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear was tilted slightly, the flames at the tip still flickering, reflecting his slightly tense expression.

Deep underground, Sun Wukong's figure plummeted rapidly, enveloped by the surrounding darkness as if it were a tangible substance.

He slightly raised his palm, his fingertips gently sliding, and his magic spread through the ground as he tried to sense his surroundings.

The air underground was extremely thin, and the surrounding rock walls were covered with ancient runes. The runes glowed faintly and dimly, as if telling some ancient and mysterious history.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's feet trembled slightly, and his body instantly stopped in an open space.

The surrounding rock walls gradually disappeared, replaced by an ancient altar. The center of the altar emitted faint energy fluctuations, as if waiting for something.

Sun Wukong's gaze swept over the altar, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He slowly stepped forward, gently placing his palm on the surface of the altar, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if sensing every flow of energy within the altar.

"Sure enough."

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

"This altar...is directly connected to the ancient seal."

Just then, a strong energy surge suddenly erupted from the center of the altar, and light surged out like a tide, instantly engulfing Sun Wukong's figure.

After the light faded, Sun Wukong's figure reappeared. His clothes were intact, but his brows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with contemplation.

He slowly withdrew his palm, and the energy fluctuations on the altar subsided, returning to their previous weak state.

The surrounding environment underwent subtle changes due to the energy burst just now; the originally dark runes became clearer, as if some kind of seal had been briefly opened.

"How is it?" Yang Jian and Nezha spoke almost simultaneously, their voices echoing in the empty underground. Yang Jian gripped his three-pointed double-edged sword, the tip pointing towards the altar, while Nezha anxiously rubbed his fire-tipped spear, the flame at its tip flickering slightly.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the altar, his brows furrowed.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the stale air from underground, then slowly exhaled, his voice low and solemn:
"This altar is directly connected to the ancient seal, but it is more than just a seal."

It's more like a conduit, connecting the earth's ley lines to some more powerful force.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword trembled slightly, the runes on its blade flowing faster, and silver light spread across the ground like flowing water. His gaze was calm and focused, his tone steady:

"If that's the case, recklessly destroying the altar might cause the seal to go out of control, or even release an even more dangerous entity."

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

He frowned, slightly raising the tip of his gun, the flame drawing a blazing arc in the air:

"You're spouting these incomprehensible words again! If there's something wrong with the altar, why not just destroy it? Why go through all this trouble?"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his palm still pressed against the surface of the altar, his fingertips gently sliding as if sensing every flow of energy.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
"The connection between the ley line energy and the altar is too deep. Taking action rashly will only cause bigger problems. We must find another way to sever the connection between the altar and the ley lines while ensuring that the seal is not broken."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a slight turn of the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes flowed even faster.

His gaze was deep, and his tone was steady:
“I can use a rune array to temporarily seal the energy fluctuations of the altar, but it will take time. Moreover, the strength of the rune array may not be enough to completely suppress the energy within the altar.”

Nezha snorted coldly, and the flames at the tip of his spear suddenly shot up, reflecting his slightly disdainful expression:
"You two are always like this, so slow and indecisive, it's really annoying! Since the rune array isn't strong enough, why not just put in more effort and seal it off completely?"

Sun Wukong glanced at Nezha, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, but mostly with seriousness:
“Nezha, the energy within the altar is extremely complex, and the rune array alone cannot completely suppress it. We need to find a more reliable method.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing even more rapidly. His gaze was calm and focused, and his tone was steady:

“I suggest we return to the surface first and renegotiate our strategy. The environment deep within the ley lines is complex, and rash action could trigger even greater dangers.”

Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed across Nezha's face, and the flames at the tip of his spear suddenly shot up, reflecting his slightly agitated expression:
"You two are such a nuisance! Since the altar is right here, why not just take action and deal with it directly? Why waste time!"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, gently withdrawing his hand from the altar, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if sensing the residual energy fluctuations within the altar. His gaze remained piercing, his tone low and deep:

"Nezha, the energy within the altar is extremely complex. Acting rashly will only cause bigger problems. We must proceed with caution."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a slight turn of his three-pointed, double-edged sword, the silver light of the runes gradually faded. His gaze was calm and profound, and his tone was steady:

“I agree with the Great Sage’s opinion. The environment deep within the earth’s veins is complex, and rash action may cause the seal to go out of control, releasing an even more dangerous entity.”

Nezha impatiently waved his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat agitated expression:

"You two are always so slow and indecisive, it's really a headache! So, what do you suggest we do next?"

Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Yang Jian and Nezha, his tone low and firm:
“Let’s go back to the ground and discuss our strategy again. Yang Jian, you’re in charge of using the rune array to stabilize the earth’s energy and prevent the energy fluctuations from the altar from leaking out. Nezha, you’re in charge of keeping watch on the ground to prevent any accidents from happening.”

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, the runes shimmering with a faint silver light, ready to strike at any moment.

His voice was steady:

"Great Sage, proceed with caution."

Nezha curled his lip, the flame at the tip of his spear flickering slightly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"This is troublesome, but since you've made up your mind, I'll wait here."

Without saying a word, Sun Wukong leaped lightly, his body shooting upwards like an arrow released from a bow, instantly climbing up from the crack in the ground.

As he ascended, the subtle fluctuations of the earth's ley line energy gradually intensified, as if guiding him back to the ground.

Yang Jian and Nezha followed closely behind, and the three of them quickly returned to the surface. The darkness underground gradually disappeared, replaced by bright sunlight and fresh air.

The moment Sun Wukong landed, he looked slightly disheveled, his robes stained with mud, but his eyes were unusually firm.

He lightly patted the dust off his body, then took a deep breath and scanned his surroundings, as if checking the condition of the ground.

Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, and with a light flick of his three-pointed double-edged sword, a flash of silver light appeared, and the runes quickly spread, repairing the damage to Sun Wukong's robes.

His movements were fluid and precise, and the silver light of the runes flowed like water across Sun Wukong's robes, instantly restoring the damaged areas to their original state.

Nezha stepped forward, lightly touching the ground with the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear. The flames drew a blazing arc of light in the air before striking the ground.

His gaze was focused and sharp, as flames spread rapidly across the ground, probing whether the energy fluctuations of the earth's veins were stable.

The moment the flames touched the ground, a low rumble was heard, and sparks flew everywhere, but the energy fluctuations on the ground gradually subsided.

Yang Jian stood to one side, his three-pointed, double-edged sword hanging slightly, the silver light of the runes gradually fading. His gaze was calm and focused, his tone steady:

"The earth's energy is temporarily stable, but the energy fluctuations at the altar persist. We must find a solution as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong nodded, his gaze still fixed on the ground, as if he were thinking about something.

His fingers gently traced the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if sensing every fluctuation of the earth's veins.

Nezha slightly raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at its tip flickering, reflecting his slightly impatient expression. He frowned, then flicked the spear tip slightly, the flame tracing a blazing arc in the air:

"You two are spouting this incomprehensible nonsense again! If there's something wrong with the altar, why not just destroy it? Why go through all this trouble?"

Sun Wukong withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping solemnly over the altar, and slowly said:

"This altar is directly connected to the ancient seal, but it is not just a seal. It is more like a passage connecting the earth's veins to some more powerful force. If it is destroyed rashly, it may cause unpredictable consequences."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly. The runes on the blade flowed faster, and silver light spread across the ground like flowing water.

He said in a deep voice:

"Since the altar is so dangerous, I might as well seal it with a more powerful array of runes to prevent energy from leaking out."

Sun Wukong nodded, then added:
"The energy around this altar is extremely complex, and the rune array must be precise, otherwise it may trigger a backlash."

(End of this chapter)