Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 493

Sun Wukong felt the enormous tremor coming from the depths of the earth's veins. He suddenly activated his magic power, and a golden light pierced through the darkness, completely shattering the black crystal.

Golden light, like a dragon, roared and tore apart the outer shell of the crystal, scattering fragments that fell deep into the earth.

As the crystal collapsed, the tremors of the earth veins intensified suddenly, and the entire underground space seemed to be about to collapse. Rocks continued to crack, and fragments of stone fell like rain.

At the same time, Yang Jian sensed the violent and abnormal fluctuations in the earth's vein energy and activated the rune array with all his might, trying to stabilize the earth's veins that were about to collapse.

His three-pointed double-edged sword swung swiftly through the air, and the silver light of the runes spread across the ground like flowing water, forming a massive array of runes.

The light of the runes intertwined with the energy of the earth's veins, attempting to suppress the violent energy fluctuations.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yang Jian's forehead as his fingertips rapidly drew new runes on the hilt of his sword, each stroke precise and accurate.

"The rune array is about to collapse!"

Yang Jian's voice carried a hint of urgency as he stared intently at the crack in the ground, the silver light of the runes flickering erratically.

Seeing this, Nezha did not hesitate to brandish his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames transformed into a fire dragon in an attempt to resist the powerful energy surging from the ground.

With a sudden flick of his spear tip, flames traced a blazing arc in the air as the fire dragon roared and charged toward the underground fissure, colliding head-on with the raging energy.

Flames and dark energy intertwined, creating a deafening roar, and sparks flew, illuminating the entire ground.

"The energy of the earth's veins is stronger than I imagined!"

Nezha gritted his teeth, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly tense expression.

He yanked the gun handle hard, and the flames shot up again, attempting to suppress the surging dark energy.

From the depths of the earth, a deafening roar erupted, accompanied by a torrent of thick black gas.

Sun Wukong leaped into the air, carrying the shattered crystal fragments, and soared upwards with all his might.

His figure moved like a golden lightning bolt, swiftly passing through the collapsing rock face and avoiding the constantly falling boulders.

The golden light of the golden cudgel flowed around him, forming a protective barrier against the erosion of the black energy.

"Get out!"

Sun Wukong's voice came from underground, carrying a hint of urgency.

His figure rose rapidly into the air, his gaze fixed on the light above him, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Yang Jian and Nezha reacted immediately upon hearing Sun Wukong's shout.

Yang Jian quickly removed the rune array, and with a slight turn of the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the silver light of the runes rapidly receded.

He shouted:
"go!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped up, following closely behind Sun Wukong, and quickly flew towards the ground.

Not to be outdone, Nezha drew a blazing arc of light in the air with the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear, his figure like a red lightning bolt, quickly catching up with Yang Jian and Sun Wukong.

The three figures rose rapidly into the air, the sounds of collapse and roars from the ground gradually receding into the distance, while the light overhead grew ever closer.

However, just as they were about to burst out of the underground crack, a powerful suction suddenly came from underground, as if to drag them back into the dark abyss.

Sun Wukong frowned, his hand suddenly trembled, and the golden light of the golden cudgel suddenly surged, the cudgel drawing a blazing arc of light in the air, directly striking the suction force.

Yang Jian and Nezha also made their move at the same time. The runic light of the three-pointed double-edged sword intertwined with the flames of the fire-tipped spear, forming a powerful energy that resisted the suction force.

Don't let it succeed!

Sun Wukong let out a low shout and swung his golden cudgel sharply, sending golden light cascading down like a waterfall, directly targeting the suction force.

With the combined efforts of the three, the suction force gradually weakened, and the sound of the underground cracks collapsing gradually subsided.

Finally, Sun Wukong was the first to burst out of the ground, followed closely by Yang Jian and Nezha. The three of them landed on the edge of the crack, panting as they looked at the ground that was gradually returning to calm.

"Finally it's out."

Nezha let out a long sigh of relief, and the flames of the Fire-Tipped Spear died down slightly, the tip of the spear drooping to the ground.

His face showed a hint of fatigue, but a smile still played at the corners of his mouth.

Yang Jian wiped the sweat from his brow, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword drooping slightly, the silver light of the runes gradually receding.

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

"The energy fluctuations of the earth's veins have temporarily subsided, but that power has not been completely eliminated."

Sun Wukong nodded, his gaze sweeping across the ground, his fingers lightly tracing the patterns of the rune array, his fingertips trembling slightly:

"The energy source of the altar has been cut off, but the seal deep within the earth's veins seems to have loosened somewhat. We must find a solution as soon as possible."

Nezha impatiently waved his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip flickering slightly.

"You two are always so slow and indecisive, it's really a headache! Now that the problem is temporarily solved, let's take a break!"

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 veins.

His gaze remained piercing, and his tone was low:
"This is not the end of the story. We must be prepared to face even greater challenges."

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilting slightly, the runes shimmering with a faint silver light.

“The Great Sage is right. We must find a way to completely solve the problem as soon as possible.”

Nezha pouted, the flame at the tip of his spear flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat displeased expression:

"You two are always like this, it's so annoying!"

Yang Jian looked at Nezha's somewhat childish complaints and smiled helplessly. The tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touched the ground, making a crisp sound.

“Nezha, I know you’re anxious, but the situation is unclear right now, and acting rashly could backfire.”

His tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness, and his eyes gleamed with a calm light.

A faint smell of sulfur filled the air, scorched earth was everywhere, and broken runes were scattered on the cracked ground, a testament to the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Nezha grumbled in dissatisfaction, but the flames on the Fire-Tipped Spear gradually subsided. He reluctantly put away the Fire-Tipped Spear, stuck the tip into the ground, and made a dull thud.

He turned his head and looked at Sun Wukong, who was carefully observing the ground not far away, his tone softening slightly:
"Okay, okay, I understand. But what exactly happened? What was that black mist?"

He twirled the fire-tipped spear in his hand, his eyes filled with curiosity and worry.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes and concentrated, his palm gently touching the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly, sensing every fluctuation of the earth's energy. Golden spiritual power slowly overflowed from his body, enveloping the ground like a thin mist.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and calm.

"The energy fluctuations deep within the earth's veins have stabilized, but there are still subtle anomalies."

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

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, and with a gentle flick of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade swirled rapidly, and silver light spread across the ground like flowing water.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, the tip of the knife trembling slightly, as if sensing every fluctuation deep within the earth's veins.

“Some areas of the rune monitoring network are damaged. I need to repair them and increase their sensitivity to ensure that any energy fluctuations can be detected immediately.”

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

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 guys are always so slow and indecisive! Where did this black mist come from? I don't want to be bothered by it again!"

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's complaints, 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:
"This black aura is not ordinary evil energy; it's more like some kind of chaotic power. We need to proceed with caution; rash action will only make the situation worse."

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on the three-pointed double-edged sword flowed rapidly, forming complex patterns in the air with silver light, repairing the damaged rune monitoring network.

His movements were fluid and precise, each rune seemingly practiced hundreds of times, without any deviation.

"The rune monitoring network has been repaired, and its sensitivity has been increased by 30%. From now on, no subtle energy fluctuation will escape its detection."

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 shook his head slightly, his palm still pressed against the ground, his fingertips gently sliding, his spiritual power spreading out a layer of hidden warning runes around him, just in case.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
“These runes monitor the energy fluctuations of the altar, and we can detect any anomalies immediately.”

Just then, Yang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword trembled gently, and the silver light of the runes suddenly shone, reflecting his slightly surprised expression.

"The monitoring network detected a faint energy fluctuation, the location of which matches the location of the energy source that the Great Sage previously investigated, but the nature of the energy is different."

Yang Jian's voice was deep, his gaze fixed on the rune array on the ground.

Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Sun Wukong's 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.

"Different energy properties? This power... is related to the black energy?"

Sun Wukong asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on the three-pointed double-edged sword flowed rapidly, forming complex patterns in the air with silver light.

His voice was steady:

"Based on preliminary assessment, this energy is residual chaotic energy, which is very similar to the black energy we encountered before."

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, the flames at the tip drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with excitement:
"The power of chaos? No wonder that black energy was so troublesome! Should we just take action and blast it to smithereens?"

Sun Wukong's gaze turned solemn. With a gentle wave of his hand, the golden light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly surged, and the light from the staff formed a curtain that enveloped the entire altar.

He whispered:
"Things are more complicated than we thought. This chaotic power is directly connected to the altar, and taking action rashly could cause even bigger problems."

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on his three-pointed, double-edged sword swirled rapidly, forming intricate patterns of silver light in the air. His voice was steady:
"We must first find the source of this chaotic force in order to completely solve the problem."

Nezha pouted, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly in the air, reflecting his somewhat displeased expression:

"You two are always like this, it's so annoying!"

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.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
"There's no time to lose, let's act immediately."

Yang Jian and Nezha exchanged a glance, then nodded and followed Sun Wukong deeper into the altar.

Sun Wukong led the way, his steps steady as he passed through the ruins of the altar, the gravel beneath his feet making a soft scraping sound.

A faint smell of sulfur permeated the air, a trace of the power of chaos.

As he walked, he constantly sensed the subtle changes in the earth's veins, his brow furrowed.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed double-edged sword hanging at his side, the runes on the blade flowing silently, emitting a faint silver light that illuminated the road ahead.

He would occasionally look up, observing his surroundings and watching for any unusual activity with vigilance.

He whispered to Nezha beside him:
"Pay attention to any other energy fluctuations around you, especially those subtle ones that are easy to overlook."

As Yang Jian spoke, he glanced around at his surroundings. It was a collapsed altar, with broken stone pillars and scattered stones everywhere, making it look eerie and terrifying in the dim light.

Nezha walked at the back, casually carrying his Fire-Tipped Spear on his shoulder. The flames at the tip of the spear flickered, reflecting on his slightly impatient face.

He casually brandished his fire-tipped spear, leaving brief trails of flame in the air, but did not delve deeper.

"I know, I know……"

He replied somewhat impatiently, his tone tinged with a hint of complaint.

"Long-winded!"

He complained as he carefully scanned his surroundings with the flames of his fire-tipped spear, but his gaze kept drifting ahead. He felt that Sun Wukong and Yang Jian's pace was a bit slow.

Sun Wukong stopped in his tracks. He felt the fluctuations of the earth's vein energy suddenly become stronger, and this energy did not come from deep underground, but from a place closer to the surface.

He closed his eyes, sensing the subtle changes in this energy, and tapped his fingers lightly on the ground, as if trying to pinpoint the exact location of the energy.

The surroundings were completely silent, save for the sound of a gentle breeze and the soft tapping of Sun Wukong's fingers on the ground...

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(End of this chapter)