Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 501

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, his eyes blazing, and his fingers gently traced the runes on the surface of the treasure box, his magic power slowly flowing into his fingertips.

The light from the treasure box suddenly intensified, and the runes seemed to come alive, flowing rapidly along the patterns and emitting a dazzling light.

The entire altar trembled, the runes flashed violently, and a low humming sound filled the air, as if some ancient seal was being awakened.

"The energy fluctuations of this treasure box are far exceeding expectations, everyone stay calm!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep and firm. He tilted the golden cudgel in his hand slightly, and the light from the cudgel formed a curtain that enveloped the three of them.

Yang Jian responded quickly, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword drawing a silver arc in the air, the silver light of the runes flowing rapidly, reinforcing the defensive array to its maximum.

His gaze was calm, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was low:

"This power is too strong; it's probably not an ordinary seal. Great Sage, do you need my assistance?"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, his tone calm:

"You stabilize the magic formation, and I'll continue to guide the magic power. Nezha, you stay on guard and be ready to deal with any emergencies."

Nezha pursed his lips, and the flame at the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly surged, the firelight reflecting his slightly excited expression.

He brandished the tip of his gun, his tone tinged with disdain:
"Finally, something to do! Great Sage, don't worry, with me here, no demons or monsters can get close!"

Sun Wukong did not respond further, focusing intently on channeling his magical power into the treasure box.

As more and more magical power was poured in, the light from the treasure box grew brighter and brighter, the light from the runes almost blinding.

The runes on the altar began to flash intensely, as if resonating with the power within the treasure box.

The entire space began to tremble, and a series of deep rumbling sounds came from the air, as if some ancient being was awakening.

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from the surface of the treasure box, followed by a powerful energy wave that burst out and instantly swept across the entire space.

The runes on the altar suddenly lit up, then the light abruptly subsided, and the entire space seemed to fall into a brief stillness.

"careful!"

Yang Jian's voice suddenly rose, and the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword swirled rapidly, reinforcing the defensive array to its maximum.

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

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 interesting has arrived! Great Sage, shall we make our move?"

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately; his fingers trembled slightly as he continued to pour his magic power into the treasure box.

The runes on the treasure box shone brighter and brighter, as if responding to his power.

Suddenly, a soft "click" sound came from the surface of the treasure box. Then, the treasure box slowly opened, and a dazzling light burst out from it.

"Success!"

Sun Wukong's tone carried a hint of excitement, but he did not relax in the slightest, his eyes fixed on the inside of the treasure box, ready to deal with any possible dangers at any time.

Yang Jian quickly stepped forward, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes spread rapidly as he probed the internal structure of the treasure box.

His gaze was focused, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was low and calm:
"There seems to be another layer of seal inside this treasure box."

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

He brandished the tip of his gun, his tone tinged with impatience:
"Now that it's open, let's quickly see what's inside! You're always so cautious!"

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's urging and gently ran his fingers through the inside of the treasure box, sensing the faint energy fluctuations within.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was firm:
"The power of this treasure box is extraordinary; we must proceed with caution."

Sun Wukong's fingers gently glided along the edge of the treasure box, and every line his fingertips touched seemed to carry some ancient warmth.

The treasure box felt exceptionally heavy in his hands, and the runes on its surface sometimes brightened and sometimes dimmed as the light shifted, as if telling a long-forgotten history.

"The direction of these patterns..."

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over every pattern on the treasure box with piercing intensity.

"It seems to echo the runes on the altar, but with an additional, more complex structure."

After he finished speaking, he gently raised the treasure box and carefully examined it by the faint light of the altar.

Every line on the treasure box is clearly visible, as if it were a net woven from countless tiny runes, with each line containing some kind of mysterious rule.

Yang Jian stood to the side, the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword trembling slightly, and a faint blue light emanating from the blade, a sign that he was fully activating the defensive formation.

A faint energy fluctuation permeated the air around the altar, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, unpredictable. He kept a close watch on his surroundings, his eyes alert, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Wukong, be careful."

Yang Jian's voice was steady and deep, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"The energy fluctuations of this treasure box are getting stronger and stronger."

Nezha stood on the other side of the altar, the Qiankun Ring in his hand emitting a deep hum, his whole being like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

He shifted his body occasionally, his eyes scanning the surroundings quickly, looking for any potential danger.

The stone walls surrounding the altar are engraved with many ancient runes, which bear a striking resemblance to the patterns on the treasure box, making the entire altar seem like a giant magic circle.

Sun Wukong's finger hovered over a tiny groove in the treasure box. He applied gentle force, but found he couldn't open it.

He frowned slightly and examined the area more closely, discovering a faint light shimmering inside the groove.

He took a deep breath and slowly channeled his inner energy into his fingertips, then tried again.

This time, the light from the recess suddenly intensified, and the treasure box made a soft "click" sound as it slowly opened.

A warm and peaceful aura emanated from the treasure box, dispelling the originally cold atmosphere on the altar.

Inside the treasure box lay a golden scroll, its ends tied with a thin golden thread, as if waiting for a destined person to open it.

The ancient scrolls emitted a refreshing glow, and a faint sandalwood scent filled the air.

Sun Wukong carefully took the ancient scroll out of the treasure box. The scroll felt light in his hand, like a feather.

He gently unfurled a corner of the ancient scroll, and saw the ancient characters gleaming under the golden light. Each character seemed to have a life of its own, radiating a soft glow.

He laid the ancient scroll flat on the altar, carefully examining the text. Yang Jian and Nezha approached simultaneously, scrutinizing the text as well. The three exchanged solemn glances.

"This...this could be...?"

Nezha's voice trembled slightly as he pointed to a special symbol on the ancient scroll, his eyes filled with shock.

Sun Wukong gently unfurled the ancient scroll, his fingers slowly sliding along the edge of the scroll, as if afraid of damaging this precious treasure.

His gaze was focused, carefully studying each line of text, his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing, his expression solemn and profound.

"These texts record the hidden historical facts of the collapse of the Heavenly Court in ancient times."

Sun Wukong spoke in a low voice, his tone heavy. His fingers lightly traced the ancient scroll, as if sensing that long-forgotten history.

Every word his fingertips touched seemed to pulsate, carrying some ancient power, causing him to involuntarily hold his breath.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian quickly moved closer, the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword shimmering slightly, reflecting on the ancient scroll.

His gaze was piercing, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was low and calm:
"The collapse of the Heavenly Court? Isn't that the legendary great calamity? Could this ancient scroll record what happened back then?"

His fingers gently touched a corner of the ancient scroll, sensing the faint energy fluctuations contained within, and his expression became even more focused.

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:

"The Heavenly Court is collapsing? What does that have to do with us? The most important thing now is to find a solution to the immediate problem, stop dawdling here!"

His gaze swept quickly across the ancient scroll, clearly showing no interest in this period of history.

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's urging, his gaze remaining fixed on the ancient scroll, his finger pausing lightly on a particular character, his tone tinged with excitement:
"Moreover, this ancient scroll also records methods to prevent the disaster from happening again."

His voice rose slightly, clearly indicating that he attached great importance to this content.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately moved closer, the silver light of the runes rapidly flowing as he examined the structure of the ancient scroll. His gaze was calm, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was low:
"The array diagram in this ancient scroll is somehow related to the structure of the altar."

His fingers gently traced the ancient scroll, sensing the complex runes it contained, and his expression grew increasingly solemn.

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, and his tone carried a hint of urging:
"Now that we've found a method, let's get started! Stop dawdling here!"

His fire-tipped spear drew a blazing arc of light in the air, clearly indicating that he was impatient.

Sun Wukong gently shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the ancient scroll, his tone low and firm:
"This formation diagram is extremely complex. Acting rashly could lead to uncontrollable consequences."

His fingers gently traced the ancient scroll, sensing the faint energy fluctuations it contained, and his expression became increasingly focused.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword swirled rapidly as he explored the structure of the ancient scroll.

His gaze was calm, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was low:

“The structure of these runes is very similar to the patterns on the altar, as if they are guiding some kind of powerful force.”

His fingers gently traced the ancient scroll, sensing the complex runes it contained, and his expression grew increasingly solemn.

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, and his tone carried a hint of urgency:

"In that case, let's give it a try! Why are we wasting our time here?"

His fire-tipped spear drew a blazing arc of light in the air, clearly indicating that he was impatient.

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately. He slightly turned his wrist, and the light of the golden cudgel suddenly intensified. The light from the cudgel was like a curtain of light, enveloping the ancient scroll.

His gaze was piercing, and his tone was firm:
"Yang Jian, you'll be in charge of deciphering the formation diagram, 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 wrapping around the runes on the ancient scroll.

His brow furrowed slightly, clearly as he analyzed the meaning of the runes.

His gaze was focused, and his tone was low:
“These runes have a very complex structure, as if they are guiding some kind of ancient energy.”

Sun Wukong stood in the center of the altar, gently pressing his palm on the surface of the ancient scroll, 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.

With a slight twist of his wrist, magical power flowed from his palm into the runes of the ancient scroll.

As magic was infused, the runes on the ancient scroll 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.

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 the surroundings warily.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his tone carried a hint of excitement:
"Finally, something interesting is happening! Great Sage, let's get started!"

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately. His gaze was fixed on the ancient scroll, and his finger paused lightly on a certain rune, sensing the faint energy fluctuations contained within it.

With a slight twist of his wrist, he continued to pour in magical power, and the runes shone brighter and brighter, as if responding to his power.

Suddenly, a slight tremor came from the surface of the ancient scroll, followed by a sudden burst of light from the runes, forming a huge energy field.

A powerful energy surge instantly swept across the entire space, and a crack appeared in the center of the altar, from which a magic circle radiating blinding light slowly rose.

"careful!"

Yang Jian's voice suddenly rose, and the silver runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword swirled rapidly, reinforcing the defensive array to its maximum.

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

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 interesting is happening! Great Sage, shall we make our move?"

Sun Wukong did not respond immediately; his fingers trembled slightly as he continued to pour his magic power into the ancient scroll.

The light from the magic circle grew brighter and brighter, as if responding to his power.

Suddenly, a soft "click" sound came from the surface of the magic circle. Then, the magic circle slowly opened, and a dazzling light burst out from it.

"Success!"

(End of this chapter)