Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 496

The moment Sun Wukong stepped into the dark space, his golden cudgel gently tapped the ground, making a soft "ding" sound.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling his magical power through the golden cudgel into the earth's veins, sensing the energy flow of this space.

The ripples of the earth's veins appeared in his mind, like winding threads that eventually converged into the depths of space.

He frowned slightly and muttered to himself:

“Something’s not right. The energy here is too concentrated, as if there’s a powerful core pulling it.”

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian immediately stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword flashing through the air, the runes on the blade shimmering with a silver light as he moved.

He whispered:
"I will construct a defensive array in case this energy suddenly erupts." The silver light of the runes spread rapidly across the ground, forming a complex array. The runes in the center of the array rotated slowly, emitting stable energy fluctuations.

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

He couldn't help but speak:
"Are we really going to waste time here? If that energy is really that dangerous, why don't we just rush in and burn it down!"

He swung his fire-tipped spear suddenly, and the flames drew a blazing arc in the air, but were quickly suppressed by Yang Jian's defensive array, and the flames gradually subsided.

Yang Jian glanced at Nezha, his tone calm:

"Acting rashly will only put us at a disadvantage. The nature of this energy is still unclear, and we must be cautious."

The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand was tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed more rapidly within the defensive array, as if he were ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

Sun Wukong ignored their conversation, his attention completely focused on the energy vortex deep within space.

The golden cudgel shimmered slightly, as if responding to his perception.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a cold glint in his gaze:
"The energy properties of this energy vortex are extremely similar to the power of the ancient evil god. Moreover, there are also faint spacetime fluctuations hidden at the center of the vortex."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly, and with a gentle tremor, the silver light of the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword spread rapidly to every corner of the defensive array.

His tone carried a hint of solemnity:
"The power of an ancient evil god? That's not something we can easily deal with. Great Sage, what are your plans?"

Sun Wukong did not answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the vortex, and his fingers tapped lightly on the tip of the golden cudgel, making a soft "ding-ding" sound.

After a moment, he said in a low voice:
“This power is strong, but it doesn’t seem to be fully awakened yet. We still have a chance. Nezha, you’re in charge of guarding the surroundings. Yang Jian, you maintain the defensive formation. I’ll personally go and investigate the center of the vortex.”

Upon hearing this, Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly flared up, reflecting his slightly excited expression:
"We're finally going to make our move! Great Sage, don't worry, leave the surrounding area to me!"

He tilted the tip of his spear slightly, the flame drawing a blazing arc of light in the air, his gaze warily scanning the surrounding darkness.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his three-pointed double-edged sword flashing through the air, the silver light of the runes flowing even faster within the defensive array.

His voice was low and calm:
"The defensive formation is now secure, Great Sage, please be careful."

Sun Wukong said nothing more, lightly tapped his foot, and leaped towards the center of the vortex like lightning.

The golden cudgel in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light, and the light on the cudgel was like a curtain of light that shot straight into the vortex.

His figure traced a golden trail in the darkness, like a shooting star falling into an endless abyss.

The energy fluctuations at the center of the vortex suddenly intensified, and a deep rumble echoed through the air, as if some ancient being was awakening.

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, flicked the tip of his golden cudgel with his finger, and the light on the cudgel suddenly intensified, like a golden barrier enveloping him.

Just as he was about to approach the center of the vortex, a powerful suction force suddenly erupted, and the energy fluctuations of the vortex swept over him like a tidal wave.

Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel suddenly, and the light from the cudgel cascaded down like a waterfall, striking the core of the vortex.

"As expected, this power is not a simple energy vortex, but a remnant of some ancient seal!"

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

Yang Jian's defensive array trembled slightly under the energy impact of the vortex, and the silver light of the runes flowed even more rapidly.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of the vortex, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity:
"Great Sage, the energy properties of the vortex are changing; it seems something is about to emerge!"

The flames of Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear flickered slightly, reflecting his slightly tense expression.

He flicked the tip of his spear, sending flames tracing a blazing arc through the air, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the vortex:
"Could it be that some evil god is about to awaken?"

Sun Wukong did not respond. His eyes were like torches, and he suddenly swung his golden cudgel, the light from the cudgel shining as brightly as the sun.

He shouted in a low voice:
"Prepare for battle! This force should not be underestimated!"

Yang Jian wielded his three-pointed double-edged sword swiftly in the air, the silver light of the runes flowing even faster within the defensive array, and the array's radiance suddenly intensified, forming a solid barrier that protected the three of them.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly flared up, the flames at the tip shooting straight into the vortex like a fire dragon, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression:
"Finally, it's time to make a move! I want to see just how powerful this ancient evil god really is!"

A huge crack suddenly appeared at the center of the vortex, emanating a chilling aura, as if some unknown entity was about to descend.

An unsettling sense of oppression filled the air, and energy fluctuations from the darkness swept in like a tidal wave.

Sun Wukong stood at the center of the vortex, the light of his golden cudgel as dazzling as the sun, the light of the cudgel pointing straight into the depths of the crack.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep and firm:
"No matter what it is, if it dares to come out, it can forget about going back!"

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly, and the silver light of the runes drew a bright trajectory in the air, while the runes on the blade shimmered even more rapidly.

His voice was calm and steady:
"Great Sage, I'm here to help you!"

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly flared up, the flames at the tip shooting straight into the vortex like a fire dragon, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression:
"Let's start the war! I want to see just how powerful this ancient evil god really is!"

The three stood side by side, the light of the golden cudgel, the silver light of the runes, and the flames of the fire-tipped spear intertwined, forming a powerful force that shot straight into the depths of the vortex.

The energy fluctuations of the vortex, under the impact of their power, suddenly erupted into a deafening roar.

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel, his gaze sharp as a knife, carefully examining the hidden door before him.

The surface of the hidden door was covered with ancient and complex runes, the patterns of which were faintly visible in the dim light, as if telling a story of some distant history.

His fingers lightly traced the hidden door, the cold touch on his fingertips carrying an unsettling chill.

"The weak point of the secret door is here."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and firm, his finger pointing precisely to a rune in the upper right corner of the hidden door. His gaze was piercing, as if he could see through the hidden door to the world beyond.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the golden cudgel drew a golden arc in the air, and the light on the cudgel suddenly intensified, as dazzling as a blazing sun.

Yang Jian stood to the side, his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly tilted, the runes on the blade swirling even more rapidly.

His gaze was calm and focused, and sweat trickled down his face and dripped onto the ground.

His voice was steady:

"Great Sage, I will assist you in controlling the flow of energy."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, then suddenly swung his wrist, and the golden cudgel struck the weak point of the hidden door with the force of a thunderbolt.

Each strike carried precise force, as if sensing the flow of every bit of energy within the hidden door.

A soft "click" sounded in the air, and a small crack appeared on the surface of the hidden door, from which a faint dark red light shone.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian immediately swung his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the runic light on the blade cascaded down like a silver waterfall, heading straight for the crack in the hidden door.

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

The silver light of the runes intertwined with the ancient runes on the hidden door, forming a powerful energy fluctuation, and the crack gradually widened under the impact of the energy.

Nezha stood to the side, the flame at the tip 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:

"You guys are always so slow and indecisive, let me start a fire!"

Before he finished speaking, Nezha suddenly swung his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear roared like a fire dragon as they rushed toward the hidden door.

He precisely controlled the temperature of the flames, and the intense light illuminated every pattern on the surface of the hidden door without damaging its internal structure.

Flames swirled around the crack, gradually widening it, and the dark red light within the crack grew brighter and brighter.

Sun Wukong's eyes were fixed on the hidden door. With another flick of his wrist, the light from his golden cudgel spun like a tornado, striking the center of the crack.

His voice was deep and powerful:
"Work harder!"

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly, the silver light of the runes intertwining with the light of the golden cudgel, forming an even more powerful energy fluctuation.

His voice was calm:

"The energy flow is completely under control, and there will be no problem with the crack expanding."

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression:
"open!"

Three forces struck the crack in the hidden door simultaneously, and a deep rumble echoed in the air. A huge crack appeared on the surface of the hidden door, and a chilling aura emanated from it, as if some ancient being was about to awaken.

Without pausing, Sun Wukong suddenly swung his wrist, and the light from his golden cudgel shot straight towards the center of the crack like a curtain of light.

Under the powerful energy impact, the crack finally succumbed and let out a deafening cracking sound. The surface of the hidden door completely split open, revealing the deep passage behind it.

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

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

"The secret door has been opened. There are strong energy fluctuations in the passage ahead. Everyone be careful."

The flames of Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear died down slightly, and the tip of the spear drooped to the ground.

He flicked the tip of his spear slightly, and the flame reignited, its light reflecting his slightly excited expression.

"It's finally open! Let's go in now!"

Sun Wukong did not respond, his gaze fixed on the deep passage. With a slight twist of his wrist, the light of the golden cudgel enveloped him like a barrier.

His voice was low and firm:
"Follow me closely, don't get lost."

Yang Jian tilted his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed even faster. The runes on the blade illuminated the road ahead like silver lightning.

His steps were steady, each step firm and powerful, the gravel beneath his feet making a slight rolling sound.

Nezha followed closely behind, the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat anxious expression.

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

The three stepped into the deep passage, where a chilling aura filled the air, as if some unknown entity was watching them from the darkness.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel cleared the way ahead, its light dispelling the darkness like a curtain of light.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword stood guard behind him, and the silver light of the runes covered the entire passage like a spider web, ready to deal with any emergencies.

At the end of the passage, an even more powerful energy fluctuation emanated, as if some ancient being was waiting for their arrival.

Sun Wukong's eyes were like torches, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the light of the golden cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light on the cudgel was as dazzling as a blazing sun.

"Ready to fight."

Sun Wukong took the lead, his golden cudgel making a dull "thump-thump" sound on the ground. Each step was precise and powerful, as if he were measuring the solidity of the ground.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage are covered with strange patterns, like some kind of ancient totem, which look particularly mysterious in the dim light.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touching the stone wall, the runes flashing silver light as he carefully examined the patterns on the stone wall, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were thinking about something.

Nezha, like a restless fireball, leaped forward at the back of the group. The flame on his Fire-Tipped Spear flickered, reflecting the anxious expression on his face. He looked back from time to time, as if worried that something might attack him from behind.

“These patterns… are a bit strange.”

Yang Jian stopped and gently scraped the patterns on the stone wall with his three-pointed double-edged sword. The silver light on the blade illuminated the subtle details of the patterns.

"It seems to contain some kind of energy, but it is extremely weak and difficult to detect."

When he spoke, his voice was low and cautious, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

(End of this chapter)