Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 500

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

The moment Sun Wukong placed the item in the center of the altar, the entire stone chamber seemed to come alive instantly.

The runes on the altar first flickered slightly, then their brightness increased dramatically, as if countless stars were lit up at the same time, the light so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at them.

Yang Jian reacted the fastest. His three-pointed double-edged sword drew a silver arc in the air, and runes flowed from the blade like water, quickly setting up a powerful defensive array around the three of them.

The magic array's protective barrier acted like a transparent screen, shielding the three of them and isolating them from the powerful energy impact from the outside.

"careful!"

Yang Jian's voice was deep and calm, his eyes fixed intently on the changes on the altar. His fingers moved rapidly through the air, constantly reinforcing the runes of the magic array, and the silver light flowed even faster.

Nezha had already gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the blazing firelight drawing a crimson arc in the air.

His eyes were filled with excitement, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. He gently turned the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand, pointing the tip directly at the altar, as if he were ready to strike at any moment.

"Hmph, this is finally getting interesting!"

Nezha's voice carried a hint of disdain, but his expression was very focused, clearly indicating that he also realized the seriousness of the situation.

The runes at the center of the altar shone brightly, enveloping the entire stone chamber in a dazzling glow.

The air seemed to thicken, and a series of low humming sounds emanated from it, causing the walls of the stone chamber to tremble slightly.

Sun Wukong stood before the altar, his golden cudgel trembling slightly in his hand. The light emanating from the cudgel formed a curtain of light that enveloped his figure.

"This power..."

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, his brows furrowing slightly, and his fingers tapped lightly on his golden cudgel, producing a soft "ding-ding" sound.

He could sense that the runes on the altar were not just absorbing energy, but guiding some more powerful force.

Just as the rune's light reached its peak, a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from the center of the altar, followed by a crack appearing on the surface of the altar.

The crack spread rapidly, eventually forming a passage that radiated dazzling light.

The light emanating from the passage was like the first rays of dawn, gentle yet filled with an unknown power.

The interior of the passage was indistinct, seemingly a void, yet also as if it concealed endless secrets.

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong stepped into the passage first. The golden cudgel tilted slightly in his hand, its light illuminating the path ahead.

His steps were steady, his eyes sharp, as if he were facing an unknown challenge.

"Great Sage!"

Yang Jian's voice came from behind, tinged with worry. The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed even more rapidly within the defensive array.

Sun Wukong turned around, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Nezha, on the other hand, was already eager to try, the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his excited expression:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and catch up!"

The three quickly entered the passage, where the light inside was like a gentle ocean, completely engulfing their figures.

At the end of the passage, an even more powerful secret seemed to lie hidden, awaiting their arrival.

Sun Wukong stepped into the passage first, his golden cudgel tilted slightly in his hand, the light emanating from the cudgel illuminating the path ahead.

His steps were steady, his eyes sharp, as if he were facing an unknown challenge.

"Great Sage!"

Yang Jian's voice came from behind, tinged with worry.

The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed even more rapidly within the defensive array.

Sun Wukong turned around, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Nezha, on the other hand, was already eager to try, the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, reflecting his excited expression:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and catch up!"

The three quickly entered the passage, where the light inside was like a gentle ocean, completely engulfing their figures.

At the end of the passage, an even more powerful secret seemed to lie hidden, awaiting their arrival.

Inside the passage, the light was soft yet profound, as if one were inside a giant gemstone.

The light fell evenly on the three people without creating a glaring effect.

The passageway is not straight, but rather presents a peculiar spiral shape, creating an unpredictable sense of space.

Sun Wukong walked at the front, his golden cudgel lightly touching the wall of the passage, feeling the material of the wall, hard and smooth, as if it were some kind of unknown metal.

He would occasionally stop to carefully observe the patterns on the walls of the passage. Those patterns resembled ancient runes, radiating faint energy fluctuations.

"These patterns... look somewhat familiar."

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, his brows slightly furrowed. As he walked, he gently tapped the passage wall with his golden cudgel, producing a crisp echo, as if he were having some kind of silent communication with this mysterious space.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, the tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly touching the ground, each step steady and cautious.

He observed the energy fluctuations within the passage, ready to respond to any emergencies.

The silver light of the three-pointed double-edged sword shimmered within the passage, forming a flowing light curtain that provided extra protection for the three of them.

He looked up at the top of the passage, where the light was even more dazzling, as if the end of the passage was right in front of him.

Nezha, on the other hand, was more impatient. He gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear tightly and kept turning the spear, causing the flames at the tip to flicker more violently, reflecting his slightly anxious expression.

He couldn't help but urge:
"Great Sage, how long is this passage? When will we reach the end?"

As he spoke, he lightly tapped the tunnel wall with the tip of his fire-tipped spear, leaving a few faint sparks that quickly went out, demonstrating the stability of the energy within the tunnel.

"What's the rush? Better safe than sorry."

Sun Wukong answered without turning his head, and quickened his pace.

The spiral structure of the passage gradually slowed down, and a sliver of light appeared ahead.

At the end of the passage lay a vast open space, in the center of which stood a colossal altar. The altar was covered in intricate runes, which emitted a dazzling light far exceeding that of the passage itself, filling the air with an ancient and mysterious aura. Around the altar floated countless points of light, as brilliant and captivating as stars.

The air in this space seemed to be filled with some kind of peculiar energy, which made the three of them feel refreshed, yet they also felt a faint sense of oppression.

Sun Wukong's gaze was fixed on the center of the altar, his fingers gently tracing the complex runes on it.

He felt the energy fluctuations in the runes resonate with the item in his hand, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, a mixture of anticipation and caution.

"The runes on this altar are exactly the same as the patterns on the stone door and the passageway we saw earlier."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his fingers lightly tracing the runes, feeling the power contained within them.

Yang Jian walked to his side, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing rapidly as he explored the structure of the altar.

“These runes are not merely decorations; they channel some powerful force. We must proceed with caution, as activation could trigger unpredictable consequences.”

Yang Jian's voice was deep and calm, and his brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that he had noticed something unusual about the altar.

Nezha stood at the back, the flames on the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly subsided, but his eyes still held a hint of impatience.

"You're always so slow and indecisive! Now that we've found the altar, let's get started!"

Nezha's tone was urgent, and the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear drew a blazing arc in the air, as if he were ready to make a move at any moment.

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's urging, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the light of his golden cudgel suddenly intensified, the radiance of the staff forming a curtain of light that enveloped the altar. His gaze was piercing, and his tone carried a hint of determination:
"Yang Jian, you'll be in charge of investigating the rune structure of the altar, and I'll guide the magic power. Nezha, you stay and keep watch to prevent any accidents from happening."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his fingers moving swiftly through the air. The silver light of the runes, like fine threads, rapidly wrapped around the runes on the altar. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly analyzing the meaning of these runes.

“These runes have a very complex structure, as if they are guiding some kind of ancient energy.”

Yang Jian's voice was deep and solemn as he gently traced the patterns on the runes, sensing the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy within them.

Sun Wukong stood in the center of the altar, gently pressing his palm on the surface of the altar, slowly guiding his magical power into it.

His movements were extremely careful, as if he were holding a fragile treasure, and his eyes held a hint of determination.

"The energy fluctuations of this altar resonated with my magic power. It seems we've found the right direction."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and tinged with excitement. With a slight turn of his wrist, his magical power flowed from his palm into the runes on the altar.

As magic was infused, the runes on the altar gradually lit up, their light growing brighter and brighter, and the lights around the altar became even more dazzling.

The air began to thicken, and the energy fluctuations at the center of the altar gradually intensified, as if some ancient being was awakening.

Suddenly, a slight tremor emanated from the surface of the altar. Immediately afterward, the light of the runes burst forth, forming a massive energy field. The intense energy fluctuations instantly swept across the entire space, and a crack appeared in the center of the altar, from which a treasure box radiating blinding light slowly rose.

"careful!"

Yang Jian's voice suddenly rose, and he swiftly swung his three-pointed double-edged sword. The silver light of the runes formed a barrier, protecting the three of them.

His gaze was fixed on the treasure box, his brows furrowed slightly, clearly wary of any potential danger.

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

"What the hell is this?"

Nezha muttered to himself, tilting the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Sun Wukong remained standing in the center of the altar, his eyes fixed intently on the treasure box that emitted a blinding light.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if he were sensing the energy fluctuations within the treasure box.

"This treasure box... is no ordinary box."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and alert. With a slight twist of his wrist, the light of the golden cudgel gradually faded, and the light on the cudgel dissipated into the air like a thin mist.

He slowly reached out and carefully took down the treasure box. The surface of the box was covered with runes he had never seen before, each rune emitting a faint light, as if telling some ancient story.

Sun Wukong's fingers gently traced the runes on the treasure box, feeling the power contained within resonate with the runes on the altar.

"The runes on this treasure box... I've never seen them before."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Yang Jian also stepped forward, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword gently touching the treasure box. The silver light of the runes spread rapidly, probing the structure of the treasure box.

"These runes have a very complex structure, as if they are sealing some kind of powerful force."

Yang Jian's voice was deep and solemn as he gently traced the patterns on the runes, sensing the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy within them.

Nezha stood to the side, the flame on the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear dying slightly, the spear tip drooping to the ground, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

"Now that we've got the treasure box, let's open it and take a look! What are we dawdling here for?"

Nezha's tone carried a hint of impatience, and the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear drew a blazing arc in the air, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the treasure box, his fingers gently pressing on the lock, feeling the faint energy fluctuations within.

"The runes on this treasure box seem to contain some kind of powerful force. Opening it rashly may cause unpredictable consequences."

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and wary. With a slight turn of his wrist, the light of the golden cudgel gradually faded, and the light on the cudgel dissipated into the air like a thin mist.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, tilting the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, and the silver light of the runes spread rapidly, forming a powerful defensive array.

“The Great Sage is right. We must proceed with caution. The power within the treasure box may be far greater than we imagine.”

Yang Jian's voice was calm and steady, with a hint of caution. His gaze was fixed on the treasure box, clearly guarding against any potential danger.

Nezha curled his lip, the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear dimmed slightly, and the spear tip drooped to the ground, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:
"You're always like this, hesitant and indecisive! Now that we've got the treasure box, let's open it and take a look. Otherwise, what are we even doing here?"

His gaze still held a hint of impatience, and the flame of his fire-tipped spear drew a blazing arc in the air, reflecting his slightly anxious expression.

Sun Wukong gently placed the treasure box in the center of the altar, his fingers trembling slightly as he slowly poured his magic power into it.

The runes on the surface of the treasure box lit up instantly, with light flowing between them like water. Each line seemed to come alive, radiating a strong energy fluctuation.

Yang Jian quickly took a step back, his three-pointed double-edged sword drawing a silver arc in the air. The silver light of the runes spread rapidly, setting up a more complex defensive array.

His gaze was fixed on the treasure box, his brow slightly furrowed, his tone low and calm:
"This energy fluctuation is stronger than before, everyone be careful."

Nezha gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the flame at the tip of the spear flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his tone carried a hint of impatience:
"Finally, something interesting has arrived! Great Sage, shall we make our move?"

(End of this chapter)