Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 512

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel struck the cave floor again, and a powerful shockwave swept across like a giant wave, raising dust and instantly cracking a bottomless ravine in the ground.

The already fragile rock walls inside the grotto groaned under the strain of this force, and loose stones fell one after another.

"Let's explore again!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at the crack in the ground. His golden cudgel trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was not satisfied with the results of his investigation.

Yang Jian frowned, the three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly in his hand, the silver runes on the blade swirling and quickly spreading into a fine energy net that blocked the heads of the three people.

Just then, a violent tremor came from the top of the cave, and several huge rocks fell from the height, rushing towards the three of them with a whistling sound.

"Get out of the way!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, flicked his wrist, and the tip of his three-pointed double-edged sword precisely pierced the falling boulder. The moment the blade collided with the rock, the boulder shattered into pieces, fragments flying everywhere, but none of the three were harmed in the slightest.

Nezha stood to the side, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear forming a scorching barrier around him.

With a wave of his hands, flames soared into the sky like a giant dragon, engulfing all the remaining rubble.

The firelight illuminated the entire grotto, and the heat dissipated the dust, briefly clearing the three people's vision.

"This place is really troublesome!"

Nezha snorted lightly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. The Fire-Tipped Spear spun slightly in his hand, the flames dancing with his movements as if proclaiming its power.

Yang Jian's gaze remained calm. He sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the silver runes on the blade gradually dimmed.

He whispered:
"This energy fluctuation is too strange. It seems that there is a stronger entity responding to our probing from the depths of the cave."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, and with a gentle flick of his golden cudgel, golden light flowed across its surface, clearly indicating that he was ready to continue his journey.

His gaze swept across the surrounding stone walls, and he said in a low voice:

“The runes on these rock walls seem to be echoing that power; we must be careful.”

Nezha sneered, and the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear surged slightly, illuminating his slightly excited expression:

"Whatever it is, the three of us working together, what are we afraid of?"

Yang Jian did not respond to Nezha's confidence, but instead focused his attention on the darkness ahead.

His fingers traced lightly in the air, and the silver light of the runes shone again, forming a faint energy barrier that enveloped the three of them.

His voice was low and calm:
"Keep moving forward, but be careful and don't let your guard down."

Sun Wukong took the lead, holding the golden cudgel in his hand, his steps steady and powerful.

The air inside the grotto remained oppressive, and the suffocating energy fluctuations grew even stronger.

With each step they took, they could feel the ground vibrating, as if the entire grotto was responding to their movements.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, the silver runes on the blade shimmering like fireflies in the darkness.

His gaze was focused, and his expression was serious, clearly indicating that he was extremely vigilant about the situation at hand.

Nezha stood at the rear, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating the dark corners on both sides of the passage.

He glanced around from time to time, a hint of impatience in his eyes, but more than that, a fighting spirit eager to try his hand.

As the three continued onward, the energy fluctuations within the cave grew increasingly intense, and an unsettling, malevolent aura permeated the air.

The runes on the stone wall emitted a faint red glow in the darkness, as if they were watching their every move.

"We are getting closer and closer to that force."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his eyes blazing as he stared intently into the darkness ahead.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his fingers lightly tracing the stone wall. The silver light of the runes flowed rapidly as he probed the energy fluctuations deep within the stone wall.

His voice was deep:

"This power is extremely strong; it is probably not an ordinary demon."

Nezha chuckled softly, and the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear rose slightly.

Sun Wukong did not respond further, but instead focused his attention on the darkness ahead.

He suddenly stopped, his gaze sharp and fixed on the depths of the cave, and said in a low voice:
"arrive."

Before the words were finished, a violent roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the cave, and a powerful energy wave swept in like a whirlwind.

The three figures were instantly swallowed up in the darkness, and golden light, silver runes, and blazing flames intertwined to form a solid defensive line.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, slightly raised his golden cudgel, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes:
"Ready to fight!"

After the deafening roar subsided, the dust settled, and a huge space appeared before the three of them.

In the center of the space, a huge altar stood, covered with complex runes, exuding a chilling and evil aura.

Above the altar, a huge black vortex slowly rotated, containing immense energy that seemed poised to devour everything.

"Is this the source of that power?"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, his three-pointed double-edged sword trembling slightly, the blade reflecting the evil red light from the altar.

He gently stroked the blade, his eyes serious.

The surrounding air was distorted by the huge energy fluctuations, and the originally dim runes on the stone wall became unusually bright, as if responding to the power in the vortex.

Nezha looked at the altar and vortex in front of him, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear subsided slightly, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

His tone was relaxed, but tinged with caution:
"Interesting! This is much better than those little demons!"

After saying that, he pointed the Fire-Tipped Spear diagonally at the altar, the tip of the spear trembling slightly, as if ready to attack at any moment.

Sun Wukong carefully examined the runes on the altar, looking around in search of other clues.

He slowly walked to the edge of the altar, his golden cudgel lightly touching the runes on it, and said in a deep voice:
“These runes… are very ancient; I’ve never seen runes like these before.”

Sun Wukong's fingers gently touched the runes on the altar, and instantly, a chilling sensation spread from his fingertips, striking straight to his heart.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he unconsciously gripped the golden cudgel tightly in his hand, its shaft gleaming with golden light as he tried to resist the sudden suction force.

"Something's wrong!"

Sun Wukong's voice was low and urgent, and he took a slight step back, trying to steady himself.

However, the suction force, like a giant hand from the abyss, gripped him tightly, pulling him toward the black vortex in the center of the altar.

His feet left two deep marks on the ground, sending stone chips and sparks flying.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian's brow furrowed, and he swiftly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword. The runes on the blade shone brightly with silver light, like a dazzling galaxy flowing in the air. He flicked his wrist, and the blade traced an arc, the silver light condensing in the air into a solid energy shield, blocking Sun Wukong's path.

"Hold on!"

Yang Jian's voice was calm and firm, the blade trembled slightly, and the light of the runes continuously strengthened the shield.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the black vortex, trying to find its weakness.

Nezha stood on the flank, his Fire-Tipped Spear like a fire dragon in his hand. The flames at the tip of the spear instantly surged, transforming into a blazing trail of fire that shot straight toward the black vortex.

The moment the flames collided with the vortex, a deafening roar erupted, and the energy shockwave swept in like a tsunami, causing the entire cave to tremble violently.

"Break it for me!"

Nezha's voice carried a hint of ruthlessness. His Fire-Tipped Spear drew a blazing trail of light in the air, and the power of flames and vortexes clashed continuously, tearing the air apart with countless tiny cracks.

Yang Jian sensed the threat of the energy shockwave, his brows furrowed, and the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword shone even brighter.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the blade traced a complex array of runes in the air. The array rapidly expanded, enveloping the three of them and blocking the energy shockwave.

"This power... is stronger than we anticipated."

Yang Jian's voice was deep, tinged with seriousness. His fingers lightly traced the blade, causing the silver light of the runes to flow once more, further strengthening the shield.

Under the protection of the shield, Sun Wukong finally regained his footing.

He stared intently into the depths of the black vortex, his golden cudgel slightly raised, golden light swirling around its blade, his pupils contracting slightly as if he had discovered something.

"Look, there's something deep inside that whirlpool!"

Sun Wukong's voice was deep, with a hint of shock in his tone.

His gaze pierced through the darkness of the vortex and saw a huge eyeball, surrounded by a thick aura of evil, as if it were staring at them.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Nezha also turned their gazes toward the depths of the vortex.

Yang Jian frowned even more deeply, and the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he too had sensed that unsettling evil aura.

"What the hell is that?"

Nezha's spear flames subsided slightly, the tip pointing towards the vortex, his tone carrying a hint of provocation.

"Whatever it is, just smash it first!"

Sun Wukong did not respond to Nezha's words. His gaze remained fixed on the eyeball deep within the vortex, and his expression gradually became serious.

He slowly retracted his golden cudgel, the golden light on the cudgel gradually dimming. He gripped the cudgel tightly with both hands, as if he were pondering something.

"This eyeball... is not simple."

Sun Wukong's voice was low and deep, tinged with caution.

He took a slight step back, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yang Jian and Nezha, his gaze still fixed on the depths of the vortex.

Yang Jian nodded slightly. The runes on the three-pointed double-edged sword shimmered faintly, the blade tilted slightly, and the silver light of the runes flowed in the air, forming a faint detection net, attempting to further understand the source of that power.

"This eyeball may be the core of some ancient monster; we must be careful."

Yang Jian's voice was calm and steady, his gaze fixed on the eyeball deep within the vortex, his tone carrying a rare seriousness.

Nezha chuckled lightly, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering upwards, the tip tracing a fiery trail of light in the air, his tone tinged with disdain:
"What's there to be afraid of? With me here, if it dares to come out, I'll smash it to ashes!"

Sun Wukong did not respond to Nezha's confidence; his gaze remained fixed on the eyeball deep within the vortex, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

He slowly raised the golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel shone again, his tone firm:

"Whatever it is, we cannot allow it to continue to exist."

No sooner had Sun Wukong finished speaking than he took the initiative to attack.

The golden cudgel transformed into a dazzling golden lightning bolt, slamming fiercely into the vortex.

The golden light and the black vortex collided violently, producing a deafening roar. The powerful shockwave shattered the surrounding rocks, raising clouds of dust and filling the cave with a pungent smell of sulfur.

Yang Jian and Nezha instinctively took a step back to steady themselves. Their three-pointed double-edged sword and fire-tipped spear simultaneously lit up, preparing to deal with the upcoming impact.

Yang Jian stared intently at the vortex. The runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword circulated at a noticeably faster speed, forming an even stronger protective shield to protect him and Nezha.

After the dust settled, the vortex's suction seemed to have weakened somewhat, but the enormous eyeball remained, radiating a chillingly malevolent aura.

"It's no use!"

Nezha put away his Fire-Tipped Spear, complaining slightly with dissatisfaction. He wiped his arm, which was numb from the shockwave, and his tone carried a hint of resentment.

"This thing is even more troublesome than I imagined!"

Nezha irritably poked the ground with his Fire-Tipped Spear, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sun Wukong ignored Nezha's complaints. He gripped his golden cudgel tightly, his brows furrowed, and carefully observed the changes in the vortex. His gaze moved back and forth between the edge of the vortex and his eyeballs, searching for a flaw.

He took a deep breath and said in a solemn tone:
“This vortex… is like some kind of seal; the eyeball is sealed inside.”

Yang Jian nodded, the tip of his three-pointed, double-edged sword pointing towards the vortex, the runes on the blade still shimmering, and he said in a calm tone:

“I sensed it. It’s not just matter, but… some kind of energy. And the power of this seal seems to be related to this altar.”

He pointed to the intricate runes on the altar.

The air inside the cave grew increasingly stuffy, and the runes on the stone walls flickered with an eerie red light, as if mocking the three's powerlessness.

The enormous eyeball slowly rotated within the vortex, a chilling killing intent emanating from the depths of its pupils. The surrounding black mist writhed like tentacles, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Yang Jian's fingers swiftly swept across the air, drawing a rune array. The array, like a large net, rapidly spread out, enveloping the entire altar.

He whispered:
"This talisman array can temporarily suppress its power, buying us some time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyeball in the vortex suddenly contracted, the pupil suddenly dilated, and the black mist instantly condensed into several sharp blades, which shot towards the three of them like lightning.

"careful!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout and swiftly swung his three-pointed double-edged sword. The runes on the blade shone brightly with silver light, and the power of the rune array instantly erupted, blocking all the black blades.

The moment the blade collided with the rune array, a piercing metallic scraping sound erupted, sparks flew, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Sun Wukong slightly raised his golden cudgel, and the golden light on the cudgel instantly surged, transforming into a golden barrier that blocked the three of them.

"Its attack speed is too fast, we must find a way to get close to it!"

Yang Jian had no choice but to make another move.

(End of this chapter)