Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 514

The flames of the Fire-Tipped Spear struck the red light directly, the blazing flames drawing a fiery trajectory in mid-air before colliding with the red light in an instant.

However, the red light did not weaken; instead, it became even brighter under the impact of the Fire-Tipped Spear, as if it had been enraged.

A powerful energy surge suddenly erupted, sweeping over the three of them like a tidal wave, and they immediately felt an irresistible force rushing towards them.

"not good!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, his fingers swiftly sweeping across the air, silver runes weaving into an even more complex defensive rune array.

The light of the rune array vibrated violently under the shockwave, its silver light flickering erratically, barely managing to withstand the first wave of impact.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, clearly indicating that maintaining the rune array was extremely taxing.

His brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the red light, and he said in a deep voice:
"The power of this red light far exceeds our expectations; we must be careful!"

Nezha was knocked back several steps by the shockwave, and his Fire-Tipped Spear left a deep mark on the ground.

He steadied himself, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by excitement.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his Fire-Tipped Spear once more. The flame at the tip of the spear flared slightly, forming a barrier of intense heat around him.

He gave a low shout:
"Whatever it is, let's hit again!"

Before he finished speaking, the Fire-Tipped Spear thrust out again, the flame at its tip like a pillar of fire, heading straight for the red light.

Sun Wukong stood to the side, slamming his golden cudgel heavily on the ground, producing a deafening roar.

He used this force to steady himself, his eyes fixed intently on the red light.

He sensed a strange energy emanating from the shattered rocks within the red light, as if some ancient being was awakening.

He slowly raised his golden cudgel, its shaft shimmering faintly with golden light, his voice low and deep:
"This red light is strange; it seems to be absorbing our power!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian swiftly traced his fingers through the air, and the silver light of the runes spread rapidly like nimble threads, forming a detection rune array.

The light of the rune array was enveloped in red light, attempting to probe the source of its energy.

However, the moment the rune array came into contact with the red light, it began to vibrate violently, its silver light flickering erratically, as if it were being devoured by some kind of force.

Yang Jian's brows furrowed even more, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness:
"The power of this red light comes from deep within the earth's veins, and it's probably related to the eye itself!"

"In that case, let's just use the Golden Cudgel to break it open!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, firmly gripped the golden cudgel with both hands, and the cudgel drew a golden arc in the air before striking the broken stones around the red light heavily.

The gravel scattered and flew everywhere under the enormous impact, raising clouds of dust.

However, the red light remained motionless, and instead became even more dazzling under the vibration of the gravel.

The strange energy fluctuations became even more intense, as if they were about to devour the entire cave.

"No, the power of the Golden Cudgel cannot break through it directly!"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his golden cudgel again, the cudgel trembled slightly, and flashed with golden light.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice:
"This red light seems to be able to absorb our attacks; we must find its weakness!"

Nezha stood to the side, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating his slightly excited expression.

His gaze swept over the red light, his tone carrying a hint of provocation:
"Since the attack is ineffective, let's try trapping it with fire!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flame at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, drawing a blazing trail of light in the air and instantly enveloping the red light.

The flames, like fiery dragons, swirled and danced around the red light, attempting to bind it.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array. The silver light of the runes rapidly spread, forming a complex energy network that connected the flames around the red light with the rune array.

His movements were fluid and precise, and the light of the rune array shone even brighter under the reflection of the flames.

His tone was low:
"I used a rune array to connect the flames with the red light, trying to weaken its power!"

However, under the dual suppression of the flames and the rune array, the red light became even more violent.

The strange energy fluctuation swept in like a whirlwind, instantly tearing the flames apart and dimming the light of the rune array.

The three were once again forced back several steps, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

"The power of this red light is even stronger than we imagined!"

Yang Jian's fingers trembled slightly, and the light of the rune array gradually dimmed, clearly indicating that it could no longer be maintained.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his gaze fixed on the red light, his tone grave:
"We must find another way, otherwise we simply cannot suppress it!"

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, and the golden cudgel in his hand shimmered with golden light.

His gaze was piercing, fixed on the red light, and his voice was low:
"In that case, let's try sealing it with my celestial magic!"

After he finished speaking, the golden cudgel suddenly rose up, its body drawing a golden arc in the air. As the golden light flashed, the celestial magic suddenly erupted, heading straight for the red light.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian quickly adjusted the talisman array, connecting the silver light of the runes with the celestial magic power to form a solid sealing barrier.

His movements were fluid and precise, and the light of the rune array shone even brighter under the illumination of the celestial magic.

His tone was low:
"I'll help you seal the red light together!"

Nezha stood to the side, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating his slightly excited expression.

His gaze swept over the red light, his tone carrying a hint of provocation:
"Since you've made your move, I'll continue to suppress it with flames!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flame at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, drawing a blazing trail of light in the air and instantly enveloping the red light.

The three powers converged in the air, and golden light, silver light and flames intertwined to form a complex energy network that completely surrounded the red light.

The energy fluctuations of the red light gradually weakened, and the suffocating sense of oppression dissipated as well.

However, the red light did not completely disappear; instead, it became increasingly violent under the suppression of the energy network, as if making a final struggle.

"Hold on, it can't hold on much longer!"

Sun Wukong let out a low shout, and suddenly raised the golden cudgel in his hand. The cudgel drew a golden arc in the air, and as the golden light flashed, the celestial magic power erupted again, heading straight for the red light.

His gaze was sharp, fixed on the red light, and a confident smile played on his lips.

Yang Jian's fingers trembled slightly, and the light of the rune array became even more dazzling under the reflection of the celestial magic power.

His tone was low:
"Give it a little more effort, and it'll be sealed away!"

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the blazing flames drawing a fiery trail of light in the air, instantly enveloping the red light.

His gaze swept over the red light, a hint of excitement in his voice:
"Add more fuel to the fire, it won't last much longer!"

Sun Wukong's magical power surged, and his golden cudgel burst forth with dazzling golden light, burning red like the blazing sun.

His hands gripped the stick tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The runes on the golden cudgel flowed rapidly, and the celestial magic power, like a torrent, fiercely suppressed the red light.

The red light gradually shrank under the impact of the golden light, emitting a hissing sound as if it were struggling in pain. Yang Jian quickly made a hand seal, and the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword instantly emitted a silvery-white light.

His fingers traced patterns in the air, and complex runes quickly condensed, forming a massive energy network.

The runes' light intertwined with Sun Wukong's golden light, forming a giant net that firmly blocked the red light's escape route.

Yang Jian's gaze was focused, his brows were slightly furrowed, and sweat trickled down his cheeks from his forehead, but his fingers remained steady without trembling in the slightest.

Nezha stood on the other side, and with a sudden swing of his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, and the blazing flames, like a sea of ​​fire, instantly engulfed the outer edge of the red light.

The flames were extremely hot, distorting the air as they burned, and the red light surrounding the flames crackled and popped.

A confident smile appeared on Nezha's lips, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

He was agile, and the fire-tipped spear in his hands was like a fire dragon, with the flames dancing wildly according to his will.

The three powers converged in the air, and golden light, silver light and flames intertwined to form a complex energy network that completely surrounded the red light.

The energy fluctuations of the red light gradually weakened, and the suffocating sense of oppression dissipated as well.

With the combined efforts of the three, the red light, like a squeezed balloon, gradually shrank and eventually disappeared completely into the air.

The cave instantly returned to silence, with only the three people's panting and the faint glow of the golden cudgel and the fire-tipped spear remaining.

Sun Wukong slowly retracted his golden cudgel, the golden light on its shaft gradually dimming. He let out a long sigh, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Yang Jian gently swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword, and the light of the runes dissipated. Sweat still beaded on his forehead, but his expression remained calm as he carefully searched the cave.

Nezha put away his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flame at the tip flickering slightly, reflecting his slightly excited expression.

"The eyeball problem has finally been solved."

Sun Wukong walked to the remains of the giant eyeball and gently poked at it with his golden cudgel.

The eyeball was completely shattered, turning into a pile of black ash that emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes held a hint of wariness, clearly indicating that he still harbored doubts about this power.

Yang Jian then walked to the other side of the wreckage, gently touching the ground with his fingers and feeling the faint vibrations of the earth's veins.

His gaze was focused, his brow slightly furrowed, and he said in a low voice:

"The energy fluctuations of the earth's veins have stabilized, and there seems to be no other abnormality."

After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up, dusted off his hands, and scanned the cave to make sure there were no other dangers.

Nezha was in charge of guarding the area, his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly raised, the flame at the tip of the spear dancing gently, illuminating every corner of the cave.

His eyes were sharp, carefully searching for any possible threat.

The cave was silent except for the crackling of the flames and the sound of his footsteps.

He walked around to make sure no other unknown entities were nearby before putting away his Fire-Tipped Spear and walking over to Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.

"This place is very eerie; we need to leave quickly."

Sun Wukong looked around, his brows furrowing slightly.

The cave was still filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the air was stuffy and oppressive.

He gripped the golden cudgel tightly, his eyes searching the cave walls for a way out.

Yang Jian nodded, his gaze carefully searching the cave walls.

He gently pressed his hand against the stone wall, feeling its temperature and texture, trying to find the hidden exit.

Nezha stood to the side, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

He squinted, carefully examining the cave's structure, as if searching for something.

“There are some strange patterns on the stone walls here, which seem to be traces of artificial carving.”

Yang Jian pointed to a slightly raised pattern on the stone wall and said, his slender fingers gently stroking the pattern, feeling the direction and depth of the pattern with his fingertips.

"These patterns are arranged in a regular pattern, which doesn't seem to be naturally formed."

His tone was calm, but his eyes held a hint of inquiry.

The cave was dark and damp, with water droplets dripping from the stone walls from time to time, making a soft dripping sound.

Sun Wukong approached and examined it closely. His fiery eyes swept over every detail with sharp precision, and he casually slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder.

“Indeed, these patterns resemble some kind of ancient runes, but they are also somewhat different.”

He pondered for a moment, his tone tinged with doubt.

"I have never seen this kind of rune before."

He bent down slightly and gently tapped the stone wall with the tip of his golden cudgel, trying to probe its thickness and material.

The stone wall was incredibly hard, emitting a dull thud.

Nezha watched the two of them studying the stone wall. Although he didn't understand these runes, his keen intuition told him that these patterns were probably related to the giant eyeball in some way.

He slowly spoke: "Gentlemen, could these patterns be the passage to leave this place?"

His tone carried a hint of conjecture as he held the Fire-Tipped Staff in his hand, the flame at its tip flickering slightly, illuminating his somewhat solemn expression.

The air inside the cave remained stuffy, and a faint smell of sulfur still lingered.

Yang Jian nodded, indicating his agreement with Nezha's guess.

"It is very possible that these patterns are a way to activate some kind of mechanism."

He carefully observed the direction and arrangement of the patterns, trying to find a pattern in them.

"We need to find the right way to start in order to open the channel."

As he spoke, he took out a small compass from his waist. The compass needle slowly rotated, as if sensing something.

The compass was covered with intricate symbols, emitting a faint glow that stood out starkly in the dark cave.

Sun Wukong looked at the compass in Yang Jian's hand. Although he was not good at formations and mechanisms, his years of combat experience allowed him to keenly sense danger.

"Be careful, this place is eerie."

He reminded them, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The cave was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything, which added to the oppressive atmosphere.

Yang Jian did not respond to Sun Wukong. He was completely focused on studying the patterns on the stone wall and the compass in his hand. The compass needle eventually stopped at a specific position, pointing to a pattern on the stone wall.

"found it!"

Yang Jian said in a low voice. He took a deep breath, stretched out his finger, and gently touched the pattern.

(End of this chapter)