Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 491

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword. The runes on the blade lit up instantly, and silver light spread across the ground like flowing water.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, the tip of his knife trembling slightly, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with the earth's ley line energy.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze calm and focused:
"The rune array is ready, but a more complex rune layout is needed to completely seal the altar."

Sun Wukong nodded, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the golden light of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) suddenly surged, the radiance of the staff...
Like a curtain of light, it enveloped the entire altar. He whispered:

“I will stabilize the earth vein energy. You redraw the rune array, making sure that the rune array resonates with the earth vein energy to minimize the risk of energy leakage.”

Yang Jian did not respond, but quickly began to swing his three-pointed double-edged sword.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving trails of silver runes that danced in the air like living things before settling steadily to the ground, forming a complex rune array.

The runes' light gradually intensified, while the energy fluctuations on the ground weakened accordingly.

Yang Jian's movements were fluid and precise; every stroke of the rune seemed to have been practiced hundreds of times, without any deviation.

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

He shifted his feet slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the rune array, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You two are too slow. Let me help you!" After he finished speaking, he swung the Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flame at the tip of the spear turned into a blazing arc of light, rushing straight towards the rune array.

The moment the flames came into contact with the rune array, a deep rumble was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and the light of the rune array suddenly intensified, as if the flames had injected new energy into the rune array.

Seeing this, Nezha's smile deepened:

"Looks like my flames are still somewhat useful!"

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's banter, his palms still pressed against the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly as he sensed every fluctuation of the earth's energy.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
"The layout of the rune array is complete. The next step is to adjust the frequency of the runes to make them resonate with the earth's energy."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a slight tremor, the runes on the blade swirled rapidly, and silver light wrapped around the rune array like chains.

His movements were fluid and precise, the patterns of the runes gradually adjusted, and the light changed accordingly.

After a moment, he said in a low voice:
"The frequency of the rune array has synchronized with the earth's ley line energy, and the seal is about to be completed."

Just then, the energy fluctuations inside the altar suddenly intensified, as if resisting the seal of the rune array.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the light of the rune array flickered erratically.

His voice carried a hint of urgency:
"The rune array is resisting; the energy fluctuations of the altar are too strong, and the seal cannot completely suppress them!"

A glint flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he swung his golden cudgel fiercely. The golden light on the cudgel cascaded down like a waterfall, heading straight into the depths of the earth's veins.

His voice was low and firm:
"I will forcibly separate the earth veins from the chaotic energy. You continue to adjust the rune array and make sure to completely seal the altar!"

Yang Jian nodded, and the rune array on the three-pointed double-edged sword was quickly adjusted, with silver light binding the energy fluctuations of the altar like chains.

His movements were fluid and precise, the light of the runes intertwining with Sun Wukong's golden light to form a powerful energy barrier.

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

He gripped the gun handle tightly, his eyes fixed on the altar, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Finally, some progress!"

With the combined efforts of the three, the energy fluctuations of the altar were gradually suppressed, and the tremors on the ground gradually weakened.

Ultimately, the energy inside the altar was completely sealed, the ground tremors stopped, and the entire underground space returned to calm.

Sun Wukong retrieved his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel slowly faded.

He exhaled softly, his gaze still fixed on the altar, his fingers lightly gliding over the runes, as if confirming that everything had truly stabilized.

Yang Jian removed the rune array, and with a gentle turn of the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the silver light of the runes gradually dimmed.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his gaze steady and calm, yet a hint of caution still lingered between his brows.

Nezha put away his Fire-Tipped Spear; the flame at the tip flickered slightly before finally going out.

A barely perceptible excitement lingered on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and a hint of smugness shone in his eyes.

Sun Wukong's gaze swept across the altar, finally settling on the ground. He crouched down, his fingers gently tracing the patterns of the runes, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if sensing the flow of every strand of energy.

After a moment, he said in a low voice:
"The rune array has stabilized, but the energy fluctuations of the altar still exist, only they have been temporarily suppressed."

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword drooped slightly, and the silver light of the runes gradually faded.

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

"Although the rune array is powerful, the energy source of the altar is too complex. The seal can only suppress it temporarily and cannot completely eradicate it."

Upon hearing this, 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! Now that it's sealed, what's next?"

Sun Wukong stood up, his eyes blazing, his tone low and firm:
"We need to find the energy source of the altar and completely sever its connection with the earth's veins. Only in this way can we completely solve the problem."

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, and the runes flowed with a faint silver light.

His voice was steady: "I agree with the Great Sage's view. The energy source of the altar is very likely related to the ancient seal, and we must proceed with caution."

Nezha curled his lip, the flame at the tip of his spear flickering slightly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"You two are always like this, so indecisive and dawdling. It's so frustrating! Now that we've found the source, let's just get to work. Why go through all this trouble?"

Sun Wukong did not respond. He gently placed his palm on the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly as he sensed every fluctuation of the earth's energy.

Yang Jian gripped his three-pointed double-edged sword tightly, the silver light of the runes flowing once more, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Sun Wukong slowly stood up, his fingertips almost imperceptibly drawing several fine lines on the ground—the monitoring rune nodes he left behind.

“These nodes monitor the energy fluctuations of the altar, and we can detect any anomalies immediately.”

His tone was calm, but his gaze was sharp as an eagle's as he scanned his surroundings.

The surrounding air rippled slightly, as if something was stirring, but it quickly returned to calm. Only Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear continued to burn fiercely, protecting this relatively peaceful land.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes and concentrated, and golden spiritual power slowly overflowed from his body, enveloping the ground like a thin mist.

His palms rested gently on the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he were having a silent dialogue with the energy deep within the earth's veins.

A moment later, he raised an eyebrow slightly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "There's a faint energy fluctuation deep within the earth's veins, which seems to have some connection to the altar."

Sun Wukong opened his eyes, his gaze deep and calm, as if he had already glimpsed a hidden corner of the earth.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, lightly waving his three-pointed double-edged sword in the air. The runes on the blade flowed rapidly, 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 fluctuation deep within the earth's veins.

“There is indeed an energy fluctuation, located about 300 feet deep in the earth’s veins. Although the energy is weak, it is extremely stable and seems to be related to the ancient seal.”

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

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

He flicked the tip of his spear slightly, the flame drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with displeasure:
"You two are always like this, so slow and indecisive! Now that we've found the source, why don't we just dig up the ground and blast that altar to smithereens? Why waste time here?"

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

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
"The earth's vein structure is complex, and taking rash action could cause even bigger problems."

Yang Jian, you are responsible for rebuilding the rune monitoring network to ensure that any energy anomalies are detected immediately. Nezha, you are responsible for monitoring the surroundings to prevent any other unexpected incidents.

Yang Jian nodded, and with a gentle wave of his three-pointed double-edged sword in the air, the runes on the blade flowed rapidly, and silver light spread across the ground like chains.

His movements were fluid and precise, and the patterns of the runes gradually formed a complex monitoring network that covered the entire area.

"The rune monitoring network is complete; no energy fluctuation can escape my perception."

Yang Jian's voice was steady, and his gaze was calm and focused.

Nezha pursed his lips, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly in the air, reflecting his slightly anxious expression.

He shifted his feet slightly, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"You guys are too slow. I'm so bored sitting here."

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's complaints, his gaze fixed on the depths of the earth, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, gently patted the ground with his palm, and instantly channeled his magic power into the earth's veins. The ground trembled slightly, as if responding to his power.

"I'll go down and scout ahead; you guys stay on the ground and provide support."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and firm as he glanced at Yang Jian and Nezha.

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilting slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing even more rapidly. His voice was steady:
"Great Sage, proceed with caution. The environment deep within the earth's veins is extremely complex; do not be careless."

Nezha then brandished his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with excitement:
"This is finally getting interesting! If you run into any trouble, remember to call me for help!"

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.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword trembled slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing around it, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear tilted slightly, the flame at the tip still flickering, reflecting his slightly tense expression.

Sun Wukong's figure plummeted rapidly, enveloped by the surrounding darkness as if it were a tangible substance. He slightly raised his hand, his fingertips gently sliding, his magical power spreading through the ground as he attempted 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.

Yang Jian and Nezha stood on the ground, their eyes fixed on the cracks in the earth, waiting for Sun Wukong's return.

Sun Wukong's figure slowly rose from the ground and landed in front of the two.

His expression remained calm, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.

"The altar is connected to an ancient seal, and its energy source is deep within the earth's veins. We must sever its connection with the earth's veins as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and firm as he glanced at Yang Jian and Nezha.

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilting slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing even more rapidly. His voice was steady:
“The rune monitoring network has detected the energy fluctuations. I will immediately adjust the rune coverage to ensure everything is foolproof.”

Nezha then brandished his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with excitement:
"Let's get started right away, I can't wait!"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the golden light of his golden cudgel suddenly surged, the radiance of the cudgel forming a curtain of light that enveloped the entire altar. He said in a low voice:

"We are ready to take action."

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, he leaped into the underground crack once again.

The rocks at the edge of the crack had become soft and brittle due to the previous energy fluctuations, and small pieces of rock kept rolling down, making a slight friction sound.

Yang Jian stared at the spot where Sun Wukong had disappeared. The runes on the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword flickered with light. He was focused, his fingers flying across the hilt as he drew new runes and adjusted the sensitivity and coverage of the surveillance network.

The ground trembled slightly, and a tiny crack spread from the edge of the fissure.

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, ready to deal with any unexpected events at any moment.

He keenly sensed that the energy fluctuations in the air seemed to be more active than before, and a faint smell of sulfur permeated the air.

(End of this chapter)