Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 494

Sun Wukong slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. He drew a faint golden light on the ground with his finger, pointing to a depression not far away.

"Right there."

His voice was deep and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing this, the runes on Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly lit up, and the silver light spread to the ground like flowing water, quickly outlining a complex array on the ground.

"I will construct the rune array to suppress the energy fluctuations."

Yang Jian's movements were steady and swift. With a light turn of his blade, runes quickly formed on the ground, and silver light covered the entire sunken area like a woven net.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, his gaze focused and calm, his fingertips rapidly carving new runes on the hilt of the knife, ensuring that every stroke was precise.

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

"You guys are too slow!"

He slammed the fire-tipped spear into the ground, and the flames at the tip of the spear instantly shot up, sending a wave of heat around him.

"Watch me burn all this stuff in my way!"

Before he finished speaking, Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, and flames shot towards the ground like a fire dragon, instantly burning the rubble and debris on the ground to ashes.

The flames left a scorching trail on the ground, the lingering smell of sulfur was completely evaporated by the high temperature, and a scorching atmosphere filled the air.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over Nezha's flames, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Nezha, don't be too reckless. The energy fluctuations are complex, and your flames might interfere with the stability of the runes."

Nezha pouted, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly displeased expression.

"You're always so cautious, it's really annoying!"

Sun Wukong ignored their conversation, his gaze fixed on the rune array on the ground. With a gentle wave of his hand, golden magic flowed from his fingertips, intertwining with Yang Jian's silver light, and the rune array's radiance suddenly intensified.

"Energy fluctuations have begun to appear."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his eyes blazing, his fingertips trembling slightly as he sensed the flow of every bit of energy.

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on the three-pointed double-edged sword circulated even more rapidly. The light from the rune array gradually condensed into a net of light, covering the entire sunken area.

"The array has been constructed, and the energy fluctuations have been temporarily suppressed."

Yang Jian's voice was steady, his gaze calm and focused, and sweat trickled down his face, dripping onto the ground.

Nezha tilted his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, and the flames at the tip gradually died down. He reluctantly put away the flames, stood aside, and stared intently at the ground, waiting for the next instruction.

Sun Wukong slowly stood up, and with a light stroke of his finger in the air, a golden light screen appeared in front of him, showing the specific location of the energy fluctuations.

"The source of the energy is hidden in a secret space behind the altar."

His voice was deep and firm, and his gaze swept over Yang Jian and Nezha, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go in."

Yang Jian nodded, tilting the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing even faster, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Nezha gently shook his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear reignited, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

"This is finally starting to get interesting!"

His tone was tinged with excitement, his eyes were fixed on the back of the altar, and his steps were light, as if he couldn't wait to rush in.

Without saying much, Sun Wukong flicked his finger, and the golden light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly surged, the light on the staff like a curtain of light pointing directly to the hidden space behind the altar.

He took the first step, his steps steady and firm, golden magic flowing around him, forming a faint protective barrier.

Yang Jian and Nezha followed closely behind, and the three of them quickly passed through the ruins of the altar and headed towards the hidden space.

A chilling aura permeated the air, and the surrounding walls were covered with ancient runes, their light faint and dim, as if telling some ancient and mysterious history.

Just as the three were about to enter the hidden space, a deep voice came from within, as if some ancient creature was awakening.

Sun Wukong paused slightly, his gaze fixed on the darkness ahead, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Ready to fight."

His voice was deep and firm. With a gentle wave of his hand, the light of the golden cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light on the cudgel was as dazzling as the sun.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword trembled slightly, the silver light of the runes flowed even faster, and a sharp aura emanated from the blade.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear roared into the darkness like a fire dragon, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression.

"Finally, we can go all out!"

His voice carried a hint of excitement, and his steps were light, as if he couldn't wait to rush into the darkness.

Before Nezha could finish speaking, he rushed into the hidden space.

The flames from the tip of the flaming spear cleared a path in front of him, illuminating a small area of darkness and revealing the situation within:

The space was not large, only a few dozen square meters. The surrounding walls were covered with ancient runes similar to those outside the altar, but these runes were clearer and more vivid, emitting an unsettling dark red light.

In the center of the space, a huge stone platform stood silently, empty except for the even stronger chill in the air and an indescribable sense of oppression.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, the silver light from his three-pointed, double-edged sword illuminating the path ahead like a sharp, precise silver lightning bolt. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, his sharp gaze scanning every corner, trying to spot any potential danger.

His steps were steady and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

Scattered on the ground around the stone platform were some black pebbles, which seemed to be the residue of some kind of explosion.

A faint smell of burning filled the air, indicating that some kind of energy burst had just occurred here.

Sun Wukong entered last, but he did not charge in recklessly like Nezha, nor did he search cautiously like Yang Jian.

He slowly looked around, his gaze deep and calm, as if he were scrutinizing something.

He raised his right hand, palm up, and felt the energy fluctuations in the air.

His movements were slow and meticulous, each action brimming with power and control.

His golden cudgel hovered silently behind him, its golden light restrained and profound, as if containing boundless power, ready to erupt at any moment.

Sun Wukong's gaze lingered on the stone platform for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He stretched out his golden cudgel and gently tapped the center of the stone platform, as if testing something.

Suddenly, the stone platform emitted a soft "crack" sound, and then slowly split open in the center, revealing a dark hidden door. Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword flashing through the air. The runes on the blade suddenly lit up, and silver light flowed around the hidden door like water, forming a complex array of runes.

His voice was low and calm, his gaze fixed on the hidden door:

"There are energy fluctuations under this hidden door, be careful."

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

He flicked the tip of his spear slightly, the flame drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with impatience:

"Who cares what's down there, let's just charge in! I don't want to waste time here!"

Sun Wukong didn't respond. He gently waved his hand, and the light on his golden cudgel suddenly intensified, the halo around the cudgel as dazzling as the sun. He whispered:

"We cannot act rashly; the energy fluctuations below are no small matter."

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on his three-pointed, double-edged sword flowed even more rapidly. Each stroke of the runes seemed to have been practiced a thousand times, flawless. His voice was steady:
"I'll light the way ahead, everyone be careful."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian swung his blade sharply, and the silver light of the runes poured down like a waterfall, heading straight for the depths of the hidden door.

A beam of silver light streaked across the darkness, illuminating the space inside the hidden door.

Inside the hidden door was a narrow stone staircase. The walls on both sides of the staircase were covered with ancient runes, their light faint and dim, as if telling some ancient and mysterious history.

A chilling atmosphere filled the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

Sun Wukong took the first step, his steps steady and firm. Golden magical power flowed around him, forming a faint protective barrier. He said in a low voice:

"Follow me closely, don't get lost."

Yang Jian followed closely behind, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed even faster, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

His gaze was calm and focused, and his steps were steady, as if he were calculating the distance and risks with every step.

Nezha walked at the back, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat reluctant expression.

He flicked the tip of his spear slightly, the flame drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with a hint of complaint:
"You're always so cautious, it's really annoying!"

The stone steps weren't long, and the three of them quickly reached the end.

At the end was a spacious underground space, the walls of which were still covered with ancient runes. The runes glowed faintly and dimly, as if telling some ancient and mysterious history.

In the center of the space, a huge stone platform stood silently, empty except for the even stronger chill in the air and an indescribable sense of oppression.

Sun Wukong's gaze lingered on the stone platform for a moment, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He stretched out his golden cudgel and gently tapped the center of the stone platform, as if testing something.

Suddenly, the stone platform emitted a soft "crack" sound, and then slowly split open in the center, revealing a dark, hidden door...

Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword flashing in the air. The runes on the blade suddenly lit up, and silver light flowed around the hidden door like water, forming a complex array of runes.