Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 498

Sun Wukong put the item that emitted a strange light into his pocket. The light of the runes on its surface gradually dimmed, and the energy fluctuations disappeared.

Yang Jian withdrew some of his defenses, the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword slowly receded, the blade drooped slightly, and he warily scanned his surroundings.

He moved lightly, carefully examining his surroundings. The patterns on the stone wall were still dim, and there was a faint sound of flowing water coming from the passage, but he found nothing unusual.

There was nothing unusual about the surroundings.

Yang Jian's voice was deep and calm. The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly, the silver light of the runes completely dissipated, and the blade lightly touched the ground, making a soft "ding" sound.

Nezha remained vigilant, the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly tense expression.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across every corner of the passage, the flame of his fire-tipped spear drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"This is really troublesome. Since there's no danger, let's just keep going and not waste any more time here."

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's complaints and looked down to carefully examine the item in his hand.

The item was made of a special material, warm and smooth to the touch, as if it were made of some kind of jade. The runes engraved on its surface were dim, but they faintly shimmered with a light, like ancient words whispering in the darkness.

His fingers gently glided across the runes, feeling a subtle energy fluctuation as if responding to his touch.

"The material of this thing... doesn't seem to be from the mortal world."

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He tried to infuse his magic into the items, only to find that his magic resonated strangely with the runes, as if a force was intertwining with the energy within him.

This feeling gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had come into contact with something like this long ago.

His brow furrowed slightly as countless images flashed through his mind, trying to find relevant clues from his memories.

"Great Sage, what have you discovered?"

Yang Jian's voice came from the side. He walked to Sun Wukong's side, the blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed again, reflecting every pattern on the surface of the item.

Sun Wukong raised his head, his gaze meeting Yang Jian's, his tone tinged with hesitation:
"The energy fluctuations of this thing resonated with my magic. Moreover... its material and runes seem to be related to some ancient being."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the runes on the surface of the object, his fingers lightly tracing the lines in the air as if simulating the flow of the runes:

"The structure of these runes is extremely complex, resembling some kind of ancient sealing technique. Perhaps we need to find more clues to unlock its secrets."

Nezha walked over impatiently, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat agitated expression:

"You guys are always so slow and indecisive! Now that we have this thing, let's find a place to study it slowly instead of wasting time here."

Sun Wukong did not respond. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment before his gaze returned to the ground.

His fingers lightly traced the ground, as if sensing the fluctuations of the earth's veins.

After a moment, he frowned slightly and said in a low voice:

"The energy flow of the earth's veins... seems a bit off."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately bent down, and the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touched the ground. The silver light of the runes quickly spread, forming a tiny array.

His gaze was focused, and his tone carried a hint of seriousness:
"Indeed, the energy of the earth's veins seems to be drawn by some force, forming a vortex."

"swirl?"

The flame at the tip of Nezha's spear flickered slightly, reflecting his slightly puzzled expression: "Could it be that the energy fluctuations of this thing are affecting the direction of the earth's veins?"

Sun Wukong did not answer, his eyes fixed on the item in his hand, his mind quickly analyzing the energy flow he sensed from the earth's veins, as well as the faint spacetime fluctuations remaining on the item.

Although the runes were dim, they seemed to conceal some kind of mysterious power, as if waiting to be activated.

"Perhaps, the purpose of this thing... is not just a simple magical artifact."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes:
"It could be the key to a portal to another time and space, or... the core of some kind of seal."

Yang Jian's brows furrowed slightly, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes swirled faster in the air:
"If that's the case, we must proceed with caution. Any rash action could lead to unforeseen consequences."

Nezha pursed his lips, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear dimmed slightly, and the spear tip drooped to the ground.

"You guys are always so hesitant and indecisive, it's really annoying!"

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's complaints, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the light of the golden cudgel dimmed, and the light on the cudgel dissipated into the air like a thin mist.

He looked down at the item in his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes:
"In any case, we must find out the origin and purpose of this thing."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and with a gentle flick of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the silver light of the runes flowed once more:
"In that case, let's leave here first and find a safe place to make further plans."

"Finally, you're speaking like a human being."

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

"Let's go, I've wanted to leave this awful place for ages!"

Sun Wukong put the items into his robes, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the light from his golden cudgel illuminated the road ahead like a curtain of light.

He strode forward, his steps steady and firm, his voice deep:

"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, as if he were ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

Nezha followed at the back, the flame on the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear dying slightly, the spear tip hanging low on the ground, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The three of them walked slowly along the passage. The air inside was still cold and damp, and the sound of flowing water echoed in their ears, as if some unknown entity was watching them from the darkness.

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

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 stepped out of the passage first, his golden cudgel lightly touching the ground. The light from the cudgel spread out like ripples, sensing every energy fluctuation underground.

His steps were steady, his eyes were sharp, and the slight vibrations from his feet made him frown slightly.

"The direction of the earth's veins is somewhat disordered, as if they are being pulled by some kind of force."

His voice was low and tinged with a hint of alertness.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly slicing through the air, the silver light of the runes flowing in the air, spreading out like a spider web, probing the surrounding environment.

His gaze was calm and focused, his steps light and deliberate, each step taken with extreme care.

“There are no abnormal energy fluctuations around, it’s safe for now.” His voice was calm, and the silver runes on the blade shimmered slightly, as if responding to his senses.

Nezha stayed at the rear, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly subdued, the flames at the tip of the spear resembling a dormant fire dragon, ready to erupt at any moment.

His eyes scanned his surroundings warily, his steps were light, and he would occasionally look back, as if worried that something might attack him from behind.

"This place is gloomy and makes me feel uncomfortable."

He muttered to himself, the flame of his fire-tipped spear flickering slightly, reflecting his somewhat anxious expression.

The three continued forward, and at the end of the passage, a huge stone gate gradually appeared.

The stone gate was made of some strange metal, and its surface was covered with complex and ancient runes. Each rune seemed to be flowing slowly, emitting faint energy fluctuations.

"This stone gate... is not simple."

Sun Wukong stopped, the light from his golden cudgel dimmed slightly, and he stared intently at the runes on the stone gate, his brows furrowing slightly.

Yang Jian stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword gently touching the stone door. The silver light of the runes on the blade spread rapidly, probing the structure and energy flow of the stone door.

“These runes… resemble some kind of ancient sealing technique, containing immense power.”

His voice was deep and solemn as he gently traced the patterns of the runes with his fingers, sensing a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Nezha impatiently waved his fire-tipped spear, the flames drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with impatience:

"Who cares about seals or anything like that? Just break them, won't you?"

With a sudden flick of his spear tip, the flames of the Fire-Tipped Spear surged dramatically, shooting straight towards the stone gate like a fiery dragon.

However, before the flames could even touch the stone door, they were repelled by an invisible force and quickly extinguished in mid-air, as if suppressed by some kind of power.

"It's really not simple."

Nezha's expression changed slightly, and the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickered, reflecting his slightly surprised expression.

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately. He gently traced the runes on the stone gate with his finger and felt the energy fluctuations in the runes resonate with his own magic power.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep and firm:
"The runes on this stone gate contain immense power; recklessly destroying it will only trigger a stronger backlash. We need to find a way to open it."

Yang Jian nodded, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing in the air, rapidly scanning the arrangement of the runes.

His movements were fluid and precise, his gaze focused, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
"The arrangement of these runes is not random, but follows some ancient array structure. If I'm not mistaken, opening this stone door requires specific incantations and magical guidance."

"Spell?"

Nezha pursed his lips, the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear dimmed slightly, and the spear tip drooped to the ground.

"You guys are always like this, always doing these complicated things. Can't you just do it directly?"

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light on the staff was like a curtain of light that shot straight toward the stone gate.

"Before we make a move, we need to understand our opponent's strength. Yang Jian, you'll be in charge of unlocking it, and I'll assist you."

Yang Jian nodded and whispered a string of ancient incantations. His voice was deep and clear, and each syllable seemed to carry some kind of mysterious power.

His fingertips traced a rune's path in the air, the rune's silver light intertwining with the golden cudgel's glow to create a powerful energy surge.

"Ready, Great Sage."

Yang Jian's voice was steady, his gaze fixed on the runes on the stone gate, the silver light of the runes flowing even faster.

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong swung his wrist, and the golden cudgel struck the core of the rune with tremendous force.

His movements were fluid and precise, each strike carrying a specific force and frequency. Under the impact of the magic, the runes gradually lit up with a faint light.

"That's enough, the final blow!"

Yang Jian raised his voice slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath and slammed his golden cudgel down. The light of the runes suddenly burst forth, and the entire stone gate was enveloped in a dazzling radiance.

A soft "click" sounded in the air as the stone door slowly parted to reveal a deep passage.

"go!"

Sun Wukong took the lead, the light of his golden cudgel as dazzling as the sun, shooting straight into the depths of the passage.

Nezha followed closely behind, lightly touching the ground with the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear, leaving a trail of sparks, and drawing a simple warning array at the entrance of the passage.

"This place is eerie, be careful."

He gave a low, serious warning, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, as if ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The passageway was pitch black, filled with a faint metallic smell and an inexplicable, strange aura.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage were as smooth as mirrors, as if they had been polished by hand, without any decoration, cold and lifeless.

Yang Jian walked behind Sun Wukong, sheathing his three-pointed double-edged sword. He held a luminous pearl that emitted a faint glow in his hand, carefully observing the structure of the passage, and occasionally gently touching the stone wall with the tip of his sword.

He frowned and said softly:

“This metal is extraordinary. I have never seen such a precise structure. This door must be more than just a barrier to entry and exit.”

He spoke with a hint of confusion, and walked lightly, as if afraid of disturbing some unknown entity.

Sun Wukong walked at the front, his golden cudgel put away. At this moment, he seemed to be scouting the way, taking each step carefully, occasionally lightly touching the ground with his toes to distinguish the ground material and whether there were any hidden passages or mechanisms.

He stopped and turned to Yang Jian and Nezha, saying:
“This passage seems to be extending, and I can feel some kind of energy fluctuation, and more than one kind.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through the darkness and see the secrets hidden deep within the passage. His hand unconsciously reached for the golden cudgel at his waist.

The golden cudgel trembled gently in Sun Wukong's hand, and the light emanating from the cudgel, like a thin veil, slowly illuminated the path ahead.

He slowed his pace, his gaze fixed intently on the depths of the passage, as if trying to capture every subtle change.

Yang Jian and Nezha also noticed Sun Wukong's unusual behavior and quickly followed him. The distance between the three of them closed, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Great Sage, what have you sensed?"

Yang Jian's voice was deep and calm. The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand was tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed in the air, like an invisible barrier protecting the three of them.

(End of this chapter)