Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 495

Yang Jian's detection array suddenly lit up, and the silver light spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire surface of the hidden door.

Under the silver light, the ancient runes on the hidden door gradually revealed a faint dark red glow, as if responding to the power of the detection array.

"A strong energy fluctuation has been detected. This power..."

Yang Jian's voice was deep, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the changes in the rune array.

"This power doesn't seem to be from the modern era; it's more like... an ancient aura."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong paused slightly with his golden cudgel, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He leaned closer to the hidden door, gently placing his palm on its surface, feeling the energy fluctuations emanating from behind it.

"That's right, this aura..."

Sun Wukong's tone was low and solemn.

"It is the remnant soul of an ancient evil god."

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:
"An ancient evil god? That sounds pretty powerful. Now that we've found it, let's stop dawdling and just break down the door, shall we?"

Before he finished speaking, Nezha suddenly swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, rushing towards the hidden door like a fire dragon. The scorching flames burned fiercely on the surface of the hidden door, and a scorching atmosphere filled the air.

"Nezha, don't be impulsive!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and firm. With a wave of his hand, the light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light on the staff became like a curtain of light, blocking Nezha's flames.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear paused slightly, the flame at the tip gradually extinguished, and he curled his lip, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure:
"What's wrong now? Are we just supposed to wait here for it to open the door by itself?"

Sun Wukong did not respond, his gaze still fixed on the hidden door. His fingers lightly traced the tip of the golden cudgel, causing the cudgel to tremble slightly and emit a faint hum.

"This hidden door is no ordinary door. Forcibly breaking it open could lead to unexpected consequences."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on his three-pointed, double-edged sword swirled even more rapidly, forming intricate patterns of silver light in the air. His voice was steady:
“The Great Sage is right. This power is extremely ancient, and rash action may trigger an even greater crisis. We must find the weakness of the secret door and break it open at the lowest possible cost.”

Sun Wukong nodded slightly and waved his hand gently. The light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light on the staff became like a curtain of light, enveloping the area above the dark door.

He slowly raised his golden cudgel and gently tapped the hidden door three times, each tap carrying precise force, as if searching for the door's weak point.

"found it."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, his eyes were piercing, and his finger gently pointed to the upper right corner of the hidden door.

"The energy fluctuations here are the weakest, which should be the weak point of the secret door."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, wielding his three-pointed double-edged sword swiftly 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.

"I will cooperate with the Great Sage to strengthen the energy suppression here."

Yang Jian's voice was deep, his gaze calm and focused, and every stroke of the rune seemed to have been practiced a thousand times, without any deviation.

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:

"Now that we've found it, let's get to work! I don't want to wait any longer!"

Sun Wukong did not respond, his eyes fixed on the weak point of the hidden door. With a gentle wave of his hand, the light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly surged, and the light on the staff was as dazzling as the sun.

"Three, two, one, move out!"

Sun Wukong let out a low shout and swung his golden cudgel down suddenly. The light from the cudgel cascaded down like a waterfall, striking the weak point of the hidden door.

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed double-edged sword simultaneously, the silver light of the runes shooting straight into the dark door like a silver dragon. The runes on the blade swirled even faster, the silver and gold lights intertwining to form a powerful energy.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear roared like a fire dragon as they rushed toward the hidden door, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression.

The three forces struck the weak point of the hidden door simultaneously, producing a low rumble in the air. Cracks appeared on the surface of the hidden door, from which a faint dark red light emanated.

"Work harder!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, and he suddenly swung his golden cudgel, the light on the cudgel spinning like a tornado, striking the hidden door.

Yang Jian and Nezha exerted their power simultaneously, the runic light of the three-pointed double-edged sword intertwined with the flames of the fire-tipped spear, forming an even more powerful energy that shot straight towards the hidden door.

Under the powerful energy impact, the hidden door finally succumbed to its strain, letting out a deafening cracking sound. A huge fissure appeared on the surface of the hidden door, from which a chilling aura emanated.

"Success!"

Nezha's voice carried a hint of excitement, the flame of the Fire-Tipped Spear died down slightly, and the tip of the spear drooped to the ground.

Sun Wukong did not respond. With a gentle wave of his hand, the light of the golden cudgel gradually faded, and the light on the cudgel dissipated into the air like a thin mist.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword drooped slightly, the silver light of the runes gradually receded, and the light from the runes on the blade flowed even more slowly.

The hidden door completely collapsed, revealing a deep, dark space behind it, filled with an unsettling, chilling atmosphere.

Sun Wukong took the lead, his steps steady and firm, golden magic power flowing around him, forming a faint protective barrier.

"Let's go in."

Sun Wukong was the first to step into the dark space, each step firm and powerful, with the faint sound of rolling pebbles coming from beneath his feet.

The space was pitch black, except for the golden magical power emanating from his body, which dispelled some of the darkness like faint sunlight.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed double-edged sword dragging lightly on the ground, making a soft friction sound. The runes on the blade continued to flow slowly, as if ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The chill in the air grew stronger, and one could even feel a slight coldness seeping into their skin.

Nezha, on the other hand, seemed a little impatient. He gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the flame at the tip of the spear flickering slightly, ready to erupt at any moment.

In the darkness, only the figures of three people could be vaguely seen moving about, and the sounds of footsteps and weapons rubbing together echoed in the narrow space.

Yang Jian stopped first, and with a gentle swing of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the runes on the blade suddenly lit up, and silver light spread across the ground like flowing water.

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

The silver light quickly covered the entire ground, forming a massive detection array.

"The rune detection array is complete." Yang Jian's voice was deep and calm as he stared intently at the changes in the runes on the ground.

He frowned slightly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the hilt of the knife, as if he were calculating something.

A moment later, his brow furrowed even more, and his tone became serious:
"The detection results show that there is a powerful energy fluctuation behind the hidden door, and the nature of the energy is... extremely similar to the chaotic power we encountered before."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's gaze sharpened, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the golden light of his golden cudgel suddenly surged, the light from the cudgel forming a curtain that enveloped the entire detection array.

He leaned close to the ground, his fingers gently tracing the patterns of the rune array, feeling every fluctuation of energy.

His fingertips trembled slightly, his brows furrowed, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"This power is indeed similar to the power of chaos."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and tinged with a hint of alertness.

His palm gently touched the ground, and magic flowed from his fingertips. The golden spiritual power intertwined with Yang Jian's silver light, and the light of the rune array suddenly intensified.

"Not only that,"

Yang Jian added that the runes on the three-pointed double-edged sword flowed even faster, and the blade was slightly tilted, as if it were ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"The frequency of this energy fluctuation is extremely strange, and it seems to be related to some kind of ancient seal."

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 indecisive. Now that we've detected the energy fluctuations, why don't we just charge in and blast it to smithereens?"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, his palm still pressed against the ground, his fingertips gently sliding, and his spiritual power spread out a layer of hidden warning runes around him.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
"This force is no small matter. Acting rashly will only cause it to erupt prematurely. We must find a safe way."

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

He plunged the tip of his spear into the ground, flames shooting up instantly, his tone tinged with disdain:
"You're always so cautious, it's really annoying!"

Yang Jian ignored Nezha's complaints and gently swung his three-pointed double-edged sword, causing the silver light of the runes to form complex patterns in the air.

His voice was steady:

"We must first determine the material and structure of the hidden door in order to find the best way to break in."

Sun Wukong nodded, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly surged, the light on the staff as dazzling as the sun.

He leaned closer to the hidden door, his palm gently touching its surface, sensing every subtle fluctuation. His fingertips trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"The material of this hidden door... is extraordinary."

Nezha walked forward impatiently, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly. He lightly touched the surface of the hidden door with the tip of the spear, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"It's just a door, what's the big deal?"

However, the moment his fire-tipped spear touched the hidden door, the flame at the tip of the spear suddenly went out, as if it had been instantly swallowed up by some force.

Nezha's expression changed slightly. He gently gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear with his fingers, and the flames reignited, but they were much dimmer than before.

"The material of this hidden door..."

Nezha's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"My flames can't do any damage to it?"

Sun Wukong's gaze was fixed on the hidden door. With a gentle wave of his hand, the light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light from the staff enveloped the hidden door like a curtain of light.

He whispered:
"The material of this hidden door is not something that can be broken by ordinary magic."

Yang Jian nodded, and the runic light on the three-pointed double-edged sword flowed even faster. The blade lightly grazed the surface of the hidden door, and the silver light of the runes intertwined with the ancient runes on the surface of the hidden door.

His voice was low and calm:
"The material of this hidden door is an unknown, hard metal, and... it seems to be related to the power of chaos."

Nezha tilted his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, the flames at its tip gradually dying down. He reluctantly put away the flames, his gaze fixed on the hidden door, his tone tinged with impatience:
"So what do we do now? We can't just sit here and wait, can we?"

Sun Wukong did not respond. With a gentle wave of his hand, the light of the golden cudgel suddenly subsided, and the light on the cudgel dissipated into the air like a thin mist.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep:
"Please be patient. I will try to resonate with the runes on the hidden door using a special frequency of mana fluctuations."

Yang Jian nodded, and the runes on the three-pointed double-edged sword flowed even more slowly. The blade was slightly tilted, and each stroke of the runes seemed to have been practiced hundreds of times, without any deviation.

His voice was steady:

"I will monitor the energy fluctuations to make sure nothing unexpected happens."

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

His gun tip drooped slightly, and his tone carried a hint of complaint:
"You guys are always like this, it's so annoying!"

Sun Wukong slowly raised his palm, and golden magic power flowed from his fingertips, forming a faint ripple.

His movements were slow and meticulous, every bit of his magical power was precisely controlled, and the frequency of his fluctuations was gradually adjusted to create a faint resonance with the runes on the hidden door.

The ancient runes on the hidden door gradually revealed a faint light under the fluctuations of magical power, as if responding to Sun Wukong's power.

The light of the runes intertwined with golden magic, and a deep hum filled the air.

"The resonance has begun."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, with a hint of alertness in his tone.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the golden magical energy surged suddenly, and the light emanating from the staff shot straight towards the hidden door like a curtain of light.

The runes on the hidden door glowed brighter and brighter, as if they were gradually awakening.

Suddenly, the hidden door made a soft "click" sound, and then it slowly opened, releasing a chilling aura.

"Success!"

Nezha's voice carried a hint of excitement, the flame of the Fire-Tipped Spear died down slightly, and the tip of the spear drooped to the ground.

With a flick of his spear, the flames reignited, the light reflecting his slightly excited expression.

Nezha was the first to rush into the opened secret door. The flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear shone like a blazing beam of light in the narrow passage, instantly illuminating the area ahead.

However, before the flames could spread completely, they were suddenly swallowed up by a powerful suction force, and the light vanished instantly.

(End of this chapter)