Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 515

As soon as Yang Jian's finger touched the patterns, the stone wall emitted a slight clicking sound, as if it had triggered some ancient mechanism.

Immediately afterwards, a stone slab slowly moved aside, revealing a narrow passage.

The passage was extremely dark, with only a faint ray of light shining through the cracks in the stone walls, illuminating the indistinct outline of the passage.

"There's a way!" Nezha's eyes lit up, and the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickered slightly, illuminating his excited expression.

He stepped forward, and with a gentle flick of his fire-tipped spear, the flame at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, instantly illuminating the path ahead.

"Be careful, there might be traps in the passage."

Yang Jian calmly reminded him, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

His hand remained on the stone wall, sensing the energy fluctuations within the passage. Only after confirming there was no danger did he slowly withdraw his fingers.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, strode to the entrance of the passage, looked down at the dark passage, and grinned:
"Whether there's a mechanism or not, let's find out first."

After saying that, he stepped into the passage without another word, his golden cudgel shining brightly ahead, illuminating the path.

The passageway was narrow and damp, the walls were covered with moss and tiny crawling insects, and the air was filled with a putrid smell.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel swept lightly across the obstacles in front of him, clearing away the pebbles and vines blocking his path one by one.

His steps were steady, his eyes sharp, and he was always ready to deal with any potential danger.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed double-edged sword tilted slightly, the tip gleaming with silver light. The energy of the runes flowed in the air, forming a solid defensive barrier to ensure the stability of the passage.

His gaze was calm and focused, his fingers lightly tracing patterns in the air, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

Nezha brought up the rear, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear like a bright lamp in his hand, dispelling the darkness in the passage.

His eyes scanned his surroundings warily. With a flick of his fire-tipped spear, the flames illuminated every corner of the passage. His movements were nimble and agile, ready to deal with any threat that might come from behind.

The three of them carefully made their way through the passage, their steps light and their breathing steady, as if they were one with the darkness within.

The passageway was silent, save for the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty space, adding to the tense atmosphere.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the passage gradually widened, and the light ahead became brighter.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice:
"There's a light ahead, it might be the exit."

Yang Jian nodded, his three-pointed double-edged sword still gleaming with vigilance, the silver light of the runes swirling in the air to ensure the safety of his surroundings.

He whispered:
"Be careful, the closer you get to the exit, the more likely there is danger lurking there."

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear swayed slightly, and the light from its flames illuminated the road ahead.

The three continued forward, and at the end of the passage, a spacious underground space gradually appeared.

The underground space was much brighter than the passageway, with crystals embedded in the surrounding stone walls, emitting a faint glow and illuminating the entire space.

An ancient aura permeated the air, as if this place had been silent for thousands of years.

In the center of the underground space stood a huge stone tablet, covered with ancient runes, emitting a faint light.

Around the stone tablet, there are scattered broken stone statues and skeletons, suggesting that a fierce battle once took place here.

Sun Wukong looked at the stone tablet, his brows furrowed slightly, and said in a low voice:

"This place is a bit strange."

Yang Jian approached the stone tablet, gently touching the runes on it with his fingers, and felt the powerful energy contained within.

His gaze was focused, and his tone was low:
"These runes contain extremely strong energy and seem to be an ancient seal."

Nezha walked to the stone tablet, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating his somewhat solemn expression.

He whispered:
"Seal? Seal what?"

Yang Jian did not answer immediately; his fingers continued to trace the runes, feeling the flow of energy.

After a moment, he slowly said:

"The power of these runes far exceeds our imagination; they may be sealing away some extremely powerful being."

Sun Wukong walked to the other side of the stone tablet and gently tapped the surface of the tablet with his golden cudgel, producing a dull sound.

He whispered:
"In that case, we need to be careful; this place may be more dangerous than we think."

Yang Jian nodded, his gaze still fixed on the stone tablet, his voice low and somber:

"The power of the stone tablet is still there. We must ensure the integrity of the seal, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

Nezha raised his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, and the flames at the tip illuminated every corner of the stone tablet.

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

He whispered:
"So what do we do now? We can't just stay here forever, can we?"

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then slowly said:
"We need to find the source of the seal, confirm its state, and at the same time find a way out."

Sun Wukong nodded, shouldered his golden cudgel, glanced around, and said in a low voice:

“Then let’s split up. I’ll scout ahead, and you two will guard the stone tablet.”

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, tilting his three-pointed double-edged sword slightly, the silver light of the runes flowing in the air, forming a solid defensive barrier.

Nezha stood on the other side of the stone tablet, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The three had a clear division of labor. Sun Wukong walked steadily, while the golden cudgel paved the way ahead, its blade shimmering with golden light, illuminating the path.

His eyes were sharp, always ready to deal with any potential danger.

Just as he took a few steps, a deep rumble suddenly came from the underground space, and the crystals on the stone wall trembled slightly, their light flickering.

Sun Wukong immediately stopped, raised his golden cudgel, and shone brightly with golden light as he warily surveyed his surroundings.

"There's movement!"

Sun Wukong let out a low shout, his gaze fixed on the depths of the space.

The roar grew louder and louder, and the ground trembled slightly, as if something enormous was about to burst forth from the earth.

Nezha immediately raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear burned fiercely, illuminating the space within a ten-meter radius and dispelling the already limited darkness.

He kept a close eye on the entrance to the passage, his eyes alert, ready to fight at any moment.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel suddenly trembled, and golden light surged forth. He gripped the cudgel tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed intently on the ground.

"Something's wrong, something's about to come out from underground!"

He said in a deep voice, with a hint of wariness in his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in the ground, and a thick black aura surged out from the crack, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Yang Jian quickly took a step back, his hands moving swiftly through the air, and silver runes condensed into a complex array, protecting the three of them.

His gaze was calm, his brows slightly furrowed, and he said in a low voice, "This power is extraordinary; we must be careful."

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, forming a wall of fire that blocked the three of them.

A confident smile played on his lips, his tone laced with a hint of provocation:
"Whatever it is, just block it first!"

However, the power of the black energy far exceeded their expectations.

The cracks continued to widen, and the ground shook violently, as if some enormous creature was struggling to break through the soil underground.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and suddenly raised the golden cudgel in his hand. The cudgel drew a golden arc in the air and crashed heavily into the crack in the ground.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the ground trembled violently, sending debris flying and dust billowing, temporarily suppressing the black aura.

However, the crack did not disappear. Instead, a deep roar came from beneath the ground, and black energy surged out of the crack again, even more violently than before.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel trembled slightly, his tiger's mouth went numb, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"This thing is not easy to deal with!"

He spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with wariness.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array, and the silver runes flowed in the air, making the light of the rune array even more dazzling.

His fingers trembled slightly, clearly indicating that maintaining the rune array was extremely taxing, but his gaze remained calm, and his tone was low:

"We must reinforce the seal, otherwise this force will completely spiral out of control!"

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear, like a fire dragon, rushed straight towards the black mist.

A hint of excitement flickered in his eyes, and a smile played at the corners of his lips.
"One more blow! I refuse to believe I can't stop it!"

However, the moment the flames collided with the black mist, the black mist suddenly surged, and the flames were completely engulfed.

The force swept over them like a tidal wave, forcing the three of them to retreat repeatedly, with the ground beneath their feet constantly cracking.

"not good!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, and the light of the talisman array vibrated violently under the shockwave, its silver light flickering erratically, clearly unable to be maintained any longer.

Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground to steady himself. His gaze was piercing as he stared intently at the black mist, his voice low and menacing:
"This thing's power is constantly increasing; we must strike with all our might!"

After he finished speaking, he gripped the golden cudgel tightly with both hands. The cudgel shone brightly with golden light, and his celestial magical power suddenly erupted, heading straight for the black aura.

"I'm here to help you!"

Yang Jian quickly formed a hand seal, and silver runes intertwined in the air to form a complex energy network, which merged with Sun Wukong's golden light to form a solid sealing barrier.

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

He suddenly swung his fire-tipped spear, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, drawing a blazing trail of light in the air and instantly enveloping the black mist.

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

However, the power of the dark energy did not weaken; on the contrary, it became increasingly violent under the suppression of the energy network, as if it were 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 black mist.

His gaze was sharp as he stared intently at the black mist, a confident smile playing 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 voice was low and somber: "Give it a little more effort, and it will be sealed away!"

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

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

However, just as the three of them were doing their best to suppress the black energy, the ground suddenly shook even more violently.

The cracks continued to widen, the black energy suddenly surged, and an even more powerful force erupted from the ground, heading straight for the three of them.

"boom!"

A powerful shockwave instantly sent the three flying, their bodies crashing heavily onto the stone tablet. The runes on the tablet vibrated violently, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Sun Wukong steadied himself, slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, his tiger's mouth went slightly numb, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array. The silver light of the runes flowed in the air, and the rune array lit up again, but his face was somewhat pale, obviously due to great exhaustion.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear trembled slightly, and the flame at the tip of the spear gradually died down. His eyes showed a hint of astonishment, clearly surprised by this power.

"This thing... is even more powerful than we imagined!"

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, his tone tinged with wariness.

Yang Jian nodded, his gaze remaining calm, his tone low:

“We must revise our plans, otherwise we simply cannot suppress it.”

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply, and the flames at the tip of the spear reignited. A hint of stubbornness flashed in his eyes.

"No matter how strong it is, we can't just sit here and wait to die!"

However, before they could take any further action, the runes on the stone tablet suddenly lit up, radiating golden light, and a powerful force surged out from the stone tablet, heading straight for the three of them.

"Oh no, the power of the stone tablet has been triggered!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, his fingers swiftly tracing patterns in the air. Silver runes intertwined in the air, forming a complex defensive network in an attempt to resist that force.

However, the power of the stone tablet far exceeded their expectations. The light of the runes dimmed rapidly under the golden light, and Yang Jian's rune array collapsed almost instantly.

Sun Wukong suddenly raised his golden cudgel, trying to block the golden light. However, the power of the golden light was too strong, and his body was shaken backward, almost unable to stand.

Sun Wukong's magical power surged, and he suddenly raised his golden cudgel, which burst forth with golden light like a blazing sun, smashing it fiercely against the oncoming golden light.

The moment the golden cudgel collided with the golden light, it burst forth with dazzling light, and the energy fluctuations swept out like ocean waves.

Sun Wukong's tiger's mouth trembled slightly, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his forehead bulged, clearly indicating that he had used all his strength in this attack.

He was jolted backward, his footsteps carving two deep furrows in the ground, but his eyes remained resolute as he gripped the golden cudgel and stood firmly.

Yang Jian quickly formed a hand seal, and the runes on his three-pointed double-edged sword instantly lit up, with silver light weaving into a complex defensive rune array in the air.

The light of the rune array had just taken shape when the impact of the golden light arrived.

The runes collided with the golden light, causing the rune array to collapse instantly, and silver light scattered everywhere.

Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly, and his body was thrown backward by the shock, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He quickly rolled over and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His gaze remained calm, but his face was somewhat pale, clearly indicating that the attack had taken a toll on him.

(End of this chapter)