Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 499

Sun Wukong did not answer immediately, and continued walking slowly. His ears twitched slightly, as if he had heard some kind of faint sound, like the murmur of wind passing through a crack, or the breath of some creature, extremely faint, yet chilling.

His gaze was piercing, and his fingers tapped lightly on the tip of the golden cudgel, producing a soft "ding-ding" sound.

“There are two distinct energy fluctuations ahead.”

Sun Wukong's tone was low and firm, his voice echoing in the deep passage, carrying a hint of alertness.

He slightly raised his hand, signaling Yang Jian and Nezha behind him to stop, his gaze fixed on the depths of the passage, as if trying to catch every subtle movement.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately stopped, tilting his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing in the air as he quickly surveyed the surrounding environment.

His gaze was calm and focused, with a slight furrow between his brows, as if he were analyzing something.

"There are two kinds of energy fluctuations: one familiar and one unfamiliar."

Yang Jian's voice was deep and clear. With a gentle wave of his three-pointed double-edged sword, the silver light of the runes spread out like a spider web, probing the structure of the passage.

His movements were fluid and precise, each rune appearing as if it had been practiced hundreds of times, without any deviation.

"The passageway is structurally stable and contains no obvious traps or mechanisms."

Yang Jian's voice remained calm, and the silver runes on the blade flickered slightly, as if responding to his senses.

He took a slight step back, his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touching the ground, and the silver light of the runes spread across the ground, forming a small defensive array.

Nezha stood at the back, the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear glowing faintly, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, the flame of his fire-tipped spear drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone carrying a hint of impatience:
"Since there are no traps, let's keep going! I want to see what kind of monsters are waiting for us ahead!"

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately, but raised his hand slightly, signaling Nezha to calm down.

He walked slowly forward, his golden cudgel gently touching the ground, the light emanating from the cudgel like a thin veil, slowly illuminating the path ahead.

With each step he took, a subtle vibration came, as if responding to his touch.

"The passage does not extend in a straight line, but rather branches out."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and calm, his gaze fixed on the passage ahead, as if trying to capture every subtle change.

His fingers gently traced the tip of the golden cudgel, his magic flowing along the shaft as he sensed the terrain of the passage.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian tilted his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, and the silver light of the runes spread rapidly as he explored the terrain ahead.

His gaze was focused, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were analyzing the terrain of the passage.

"Indeed, there is a fork in the road not far ahead."

Yang Jian's voice was steady, and the silver runes on the blade shimmered slightly, as if responding to his senses.

He took a slight step back, his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touching the ground, and the silver light of the runes spread across the ground, forming a small defensive array.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, the flame of his fire-tipped spear drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone carrying a hint of impatience:
"Since there's a fork in the road, let's choose one! One of the two paths must be the right one!"

Sun Wukong gently shook his head, raising his hand slightly to signal him to calm down. His gaze was piercing, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the light of the golden cudgel suddenly intensified, its radiance as dazzling as a blazing sun, illuminating the path ahead.

"The energy fluctuations at the fork in the passage ahead are extremely complex; proceeding rashly could lead to danger."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and calm, his gaze fixed on the passage ahead, as if trying to capture every subtle change.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, tilting his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, the silver light of the runes spreading rapidly as he probed the structure of the passage ahead.

His gaze was focused, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were analyzing the structure of the passage.

"The energy fluctuations at the bifurcation point of the passage are indeed complex, as if some powerful force is manipulating them in the dark."

Yang Jian's voice was deep and calm, and the silver runes on the blade shimmered slightly, as if responding to his senses.

He took a slight step back, his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touching the ground, and the silver light of the runes spread across the ground, forming a small defensive array.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the firelight reflecting his slightly impatient expression.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, the flame of his fire-tipped spear drawing a blazing arc in the air, and his tone carried a hint of urgency:

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go take a look!"

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately. He slightly turned his wrist, and the light of the golden cudgel dimmed, the light on the cudgel dissipating into the air like a thin mist.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was deep and firm:
"Follow me closely, don't get lost."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, tilting his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, the silver light of the runes spreading rapidly as he probed the structure of the passage ahead.

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

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 stopped, his golden cudgel gently touching the ground. The light from the cudgel spread out like ripples, sensing every energy fluctuation underground.

His steps were steady, his gaze piercing, and his tone deep:

"Ready to fight."

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, a strong energy fluctuation came from the depths of the passage, causing the three of them to tremble.

Tiny cracks appeared in the floor of the passage, and gravel rolled down, making a soft sound that echoed in the narrow passage.

Sun Wukong took out the object that emitted a strange light from his bosom and carefully examined the patterns on its surface.

His fingers gently traced each line, feeling the subtle yet regular energy fluctuations within.

He frowned slightly and said in a low voice:

"The pattern and direction of this thing perfectly match the frequency of the earth vein energy fluctuations I sensed before."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian quickly approached, the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword shimmering slightly, reflecting on the surface of the object.

His gaze was focused, and his tone was low:
"You mean, this thing is related to the earth's veins?" Sun Wukong nodded, and lightly ran his finger across the surface of the item. The runes instantly lit up, as if they had been awakened.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was firm:
"Moreover, I suspect it is also connected to the stone gate at the end of this passage."

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

He brandished the tip of his gun, his tone tinged with urgency:

"In that case, let's give it a try! What are we dawdling here for?"

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's urging, his eyes fixed on the item in his hand. With a slight flick of his wrist, he slowly channeled his magic power into it.

As the magic flowed, the runes on the surface of the item gradually lit up, their light growing brighter and brighter, as if responding to his power.

"Just as I thought." Sun Wukong's tone was tinged with excitement. His eyes were fixed on the changes in the items, and he noticed that the light of the runes resonated with the energy fluctuations at the end of the passage.

The fluctuations, though faint, were extremely clear, as if guiding them in the right direction.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian immediately raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the silver runes on the blade swirled rapidly, forming a powerful defensive array.

His movements were fluid and precise, and his tone was calm and composed.
"Great Sage, let me set up the formation to prevent any accidents from happening."

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the firelight reflecting his slightly wary expression.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his tone carried a hint of excitement:
"Finally, something to do! I'm about to die of boredom here!"

Sun Wukong remained focused, continuously channeling his magic into the item, causing the runes to glow brighter and brighter, resonating more strongly with the energy fluctuations at the end of the passage.

A slight vibration came through the air, as if some kind of mechanism was slowly activating.

At the end of the passage, the massive stone gate began to emit a low "clicking" sound, and the patterns on the stone gate gradually lit up, with the light of the runes intertwining to form a complex pattern.

Then, the stone gate slowly parted to the sides, revealing a deep passage.

"Success!"

Sun Wukong's tone carried a hint of satisfaction, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the luster on the surface of the object gradually dimmed.

His gaze was fixed on the passage behind the stone door, his voice low and somber:
"Go, follow!"

Yang Jian did not hesitate. The silver light of the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword flowed even faster, and the light of the defensive array enveloped the three of them.

His steps were steady, his gaze calm, and he was ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"Nezha, keep watch from behind, be careful."

Nezha curled his lip, the flames at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear receded slightly, and his tone carried a hint of disdain:
"Okay, okay! You guys are always so cautious!"

The three stepped into the passage one by one. The air inside was still cold and damp, but there was a strange energy fluctuation.

Although the runes on the stone wall were dim, they faintly shone with a dim light, as if telling some ancient story.

Sun Wukong walked at the front, the light from his golden cudgel illuminating the road ahead like a curtain of light.

His steps were light, his eyes sharp, sensing every energy fluctuation around him.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice:

"The energy fluctuations in this channel seem to be weakening."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword rapidly spread its silver rune light, probing the surrounding energy changes.

His gaze was focused, and his tone was low:
“That’s right, the energy fluctuations are converging towards the depths of the passage, as if something is attracting them.”

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, the flames at the tip drawing a blazing arc in the air, his tone tinged with excitement:
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go take a look!"

Sun Wukong did not respond. With a slight turn of his wrist, the light of the Golden Cudgel suddenly intensified, and the light on the staff was as dazzling as a blazing sun.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was firm:
"Go, follow!"

The three quickened their pace and headed deeper into the passage. The light from the surrounding runes gradually dimmed, but the strange energy fluctuations grew stronger and stronger.

At the end of the passage, a huge altar came into view. In the center of the altar, an object emitting a strange light was placed quietly, as if waiting for their arrival.

Sun Wukong stopped, his gaze fixed on the items on the altar, his voice low and somber:
"It seems that this is the real key."

Yang Jian stepped forward, the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword shimmering slightly, his tone calm and focused:
"The runes on this altar are extremely complex, resembling some kind of ancient sealing technique."

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly flaring up, his tone carrying a hint of impatience:
"Now that we've found it, let's take it down quickly!"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the light from his golden cudgel shot out like a curtain of light towards the items on the altar.

His movements were extremely careful, as if he were holding a fragile treasure, and his eyes held a hint of determination:
"Let's go, let's keep going!"

Sun Wukong took out the object that emitted a strange light from his bosom, carefully stroking its smooth surface, his fingertips gently tracing the intricate patterns.

He squinted slightly, as if peering through the surface texture to uncover the secrets hidden within the object.

"These patterns..."

Sun Wukong murmured softly, his tone tinged with excitement.

"It matches the frequency of the earth's energy fluctuations!"

He slowly channeled his magic into the object, carefully controlling the output of the magic, afraid of damaging this precious item.

As magic power was infused, the runes on the surface of the item seemed to come alive, shining brightly and emitting even stronger energy fluctuations than before.

At the center of the altar, the object emitting a strange light resonated with the energy fluctuations at the end of the passage, and an invisible energy ripple spread out, touching the stone door at the end of the passage.

The stone gate emitted a deep rumble, as if a giant that had been sleeping for a thousand years was slowly awakening and beginning to open slowly and solemnly.

The stone gate is made of dark gray, hard rock, and its surface is covered with intricate runes that echo the patterns on the altar.

As the stone gate opened, an ancient and mysterious aura wafted out, mingled with the fragrance of earth and some indescribable ancient power.

Sun Wukong placed the item steadily in the center of the altar, and the runes on the altar immediately resonated with it, beginning to shimmer with a faint light.

The magic surged in the air, like an invisible river, slowly flowing into the runes.

Sun Wukong's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on the changes on the altar, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he were sensing the flow of magical power.

The runes' light gradually intensified, and the air around the altar grew heavy, as if an ancient power was awakening.

(End of this chapter)