Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 525

Yang Jian concentrated and gently stroked the runes at the palace entrance. The patterns seemed to come alive, dancing on his fingertips.

He whispered:

"This is not a simple decoration, but a kind of energy code. The activation mechanism requires a specific sequence."

He closed his eyes, and countless combinations of runes appeared in his mind, like twinkling stars, eventually converging at his fingertips into a clear path.

A gentle breeze swept through the palace, stirring up clouds of dust that blurred the textures of the stone carvings and highlighted Yang Jian's focused concentration.

Unlike Yang Jian, Nezha was not as composed. He raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, and a thin line of fire shot out from the tip of the spear, like a nimble fire snake slithering and probing within the palace.

"Boom - boom -"

The spear tip struck the wall with a dull thud. Nezha frowned, carefully analyzing the energy fluctuation data fed back from the fire line.

"The internal structure is complex, with multiple interconnected secret chambers and extremely violent energy fluctuations, likely indicating numerous traps and mechanisms."

His tone was solemn, and the shaft of his fire-tipped spear trembled slightly, revealing his inner tension.

A faint smell of sulfur permeated the surrounding air, a trace of energy leakage from the Fire-Tipped Spear, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, had it much easier. He moved nimbly around the palace entrance, sometimes crouching down to carefully observe the ground and the cracks in the stones.

"Squeak-"

He gently activated a tiny mechanism, which made a slight sound before silently sinking down.

"Done! No problem!"

He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, his golden cudgel casually planted on the ground, his posture elegant, yet he remained vigilant at all times.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks at the palace entrance, illuminating Sun Wukong and casting a golden glow upon him, revealing the seriousness hidden beneath his relaxed expression.

Following the calculated order, Yang Jian gently touched the runes.

"Om-"

A low humming sound rang out, and the ground at the palace entrance slowly cracked open, revealing a hidden passage to the three of them.

Dust drifted out from the depths of the passage, and the air was filled with a damp and rotten smell.

Nezha raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the flames illuminating the passage while simultaneously monitoring internal energy fluctuations and guiding the three forward.

His fire-tipped spear moved nimbly through the narrow passage, like a nimble fire fox, dispelling the darkness and detecting potential dangers.

"There is an abnormal energy fluctuation ahead, be careful of traps!"

He gave a warning, lightly touching the ground with his toes, his figure darting about like a ghost as he moved through the passage, precisely avoiding several obvious traps.

The walls of the passageway were covered with damp moss, and the air was filled with a nauseating musty smell.

Sun Wukong covered the rear, his golden cudgel gently tapping the walls of the passage to detect hidden mechanisms and promptly clear away some rubble and obstacles.

He hummed a little tune as he walked, relaxed and at ease, but his sharp eyes were always watching the movements around him.

He easily leaped over a collapsed rock, and with a light tap of his golden cudgel on the ground, he cleared away the rubble blocking his path with fluid, clean movements.

The air in the passageway was filled with a faint smell of dust and mildew, mixed with the damp smell of soil.

The three eventually entered a magnificent secret chamber. In the center of the chamber stood a huge stone statue, its surface covered with mysterious runes, radiating intense energy fluctuations and creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The entire room exuded a cold and gloomy atmosphere, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Yang Jian approached the stone statue and gently touched the runes on its surface with his finger.

"As expected, an energy node!"

He muttered to himself, sensing multiple energy nodes at his fingertips, each containing different energies, requiring a precise sequence to activate.

He closed his eyes and once again deduced the activation sequence of the energy nodes, his fingertips moving rapidly in the air as if writing complex equations.

Nezha used the energy provided by the Fire-Tipped Spear to assist Yang Jian in guiding the flow of energy. He precisely controlled the energy output of the Fire-Tipped Spear, just like a skilled sculptor meticulously sculpting the flow of energy.

His expression was solemn as he intently watched the changes on the surface of the stone statue, not missing a single energy fluctuation.

The flame of the fire-tipped spear swayed gently in the breeze, reflecting on his focused expression.

Sun Wukong vigilantly observed his surroundings, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the secret room, his golden cudgel in his hand, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

He occasionally made soft "tsk tsk" sounds, admiring the ingenious mechanisms in the secret room, but his eyes never relaxed their vigilance.

His keen senses allowed him to detect subtle changes in the air and prepare him to respond to any unexpected situations.

A faint energy fluctuation permeated the air in the sealed room, creating a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Yang Jian successfully broke the seal on the stone statue.

"Boom—" A dazzling light shone on the surface of the stone statue, like a rising star, illuminating the entire secret chamber.

At the same time, a stone door appeared deep inside the secret chamber. The stone door was ancient and solemn, exuding a mysterious aura, as if it led to another unknown world.

The light from the stone statue gradually faded, and a faint energy fluctuation permeated the air, seemingly foreshadowing a new challenge about to begin.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, and looked at the stone door.

Nezha and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance, both seeing the anticipation and excitement in each other's eyes.

Nezha gently stroked his Fire-Tipped Spear, while Sun Wukong gripped his Golden Cudgel, preparing to face the upcoming challenge.

Nezha spoke first, his tone tinged with excitement:
"Erlang Shen, this stone gate... it feels unusual!"

As he spoke, he gently tapped the stone door with his fire-tipped spear. A faint spark from the tip of the spear illuminated the intricate patterns on the stone door, the patterns so detailed they seemed almost alive.

Yang Jian stared at the stone gate, his brows slightly furrowed. He slowly walked around the stone gate, carefully observing the patterns and materials on it.

"Indeed, it's not simple..."

Yang Jian spoke calmly, his fingers gently touching the stone door, feeling its material and temperature.

"This stone door is made of a special material and seems to contain some kind of restriction. Opening it rashly could be dangerous."

He paused for a moment, a thoughtful look in his eyes, and looked at Sun Wukong and Nezha.

"Great Sage, you are in charge of guarding the gate. Nezha, use your Fire-Tipped Spear to detect the energy fluctuations of the stone gate and see if you can find a way to open it."

"Alright!" Nezha responded, and the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear burst forth with even more dazzling flames, transforming into a thin energy line that precisely probed towards the stone gate.

The energy line, like a lively snake, roamed across the surface of the stone gate, probing its structure and energy fluctuations.

The light cast dappled shadows on the rough stone surface, and the mottled texture appeared even more mysterious in the firelight.

A moment later, the energy lines retracted, and Nezha, his brow furrowed, said solemnly:

“The energy fluctuations of the stone door are consistent with the energy fluctuations of the stone statues in the secret chamber, and... I detected hidden runic mechanisms on the stone door.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He walked to the stone gate and carefully observed the patterns on it. Those patterns resembled ancient characters, mysterious and profound.

He closed his eyes, and countless combinations of runes appeared in his mind, like twinkling stars, eventually converging at his fingertips into a clear path.

"This is not a simple seal, but some kind of complex energy mechanism that requires a specific sequence to activate."

He spoke softly, his fingers gliding lightly across the stone door, his fingertips seemingly engaged in a silent dialogue with the ancient runes.

On the stone wall behind him, a light dust drifted down slowly with his movements, telling of the antiquity and tranquility of this space.

Sun Wukong remained highly vigilant, nimbly circling the stone gate, his golden cudgel gently tapping the ground as he listened intently to the subtle sounds emanating from the depths of the palace.

"Click...click..."
A faint sound came intermittently, as if some object was moving slowly.

Sun Wukong suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction from which the sound came—a dark corner, deep and full of the unknown.

He gently gripped the golden cudgel, its golden light shimmering faintly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"There's movement deep inside the palace; something seems to be moving!"

He spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

Inside the palace, countless stone pillars support a towering dome, which is carved with intricate patterns, making it appear even more mysterious and unpredictable in the dim light.

Based on the frequency of energy fluctuations and the hidden rune mechanism, Yang Jian pondered for a moment and deduced the correct sequence to open the stone door.

"Nezha, get ready. Touch the rune mechanisms on the stone gate in the order I tell you."

Yang Jian gave the order, pointing to several specific runes on the stone gate. His tone was calm and firm, yet it revealed an unquestionable authority.

The light flowing from his fingertips, like stars twinkling in the night sky, illuminated his focused and profound gaze.

Nezha touched the rune mechanisms on the stone gate in the order instructed by Yang Jian.

"Click..."

A series of clear, ringing sounds echoed through the silent palace, like the tolling of ancient bells, announcing the awakening of some mysterious power.

On the surface of the stone gate, the runes gradually lit up, their light intertwining into a complex energy network that emitted a soft glow.

At the same time, behind Nezha, a thin energy line extended like a gossamer thread, drawing a graceful arc in the air, as if guiding the flow of some kind of energy.

The stone gate slowly opened, emitting a deep rumbling sound, like the low roar of an ancient beast, shaking the entire palace.

Sun Wukong immediately swung his golden cudgel, which transformed into a golden lightning bolt, precisely shattering several pieces of rubble that had fallen from the depths of the palace.

The gravel, accompanied by the sound of wind, crashed into the ground at tremendous speed, kicking up clouds of dust.

Sun Wukong's movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation. He accurately judged the landing point of the rubble, effectively covering Yang Jian and Nezha as they entered the space behind the stone gate.

A slight smile appeared on his lips as he twirled the golden cudgel, seemingly showing off his precise control.

"Get in!"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, taking the lead in stepping into the space behind the stone gate, with Nezha and Sun Wukong following closely behind.

Behind the stone gate, a new space unfolded before the three of them, filled with a mysterious and ancient aura, as if hiding countless unknown secrets.

Behind the stone gate is a narrow passageway. The walls on both sides of the passageway are covered with strange patterns. These patterns are not simple decorations, but rather resemble some kind of ancient script or runes, emitting a faint glow that appears particularly mysterious in the darkness.

At the end of the passageway, a faint glimmer of light could be seen.

Yang Jian walked at the front, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, his sharp eyes scanning everything around him, alert to any potential danger.

With each step he took, he carefully observed the ground beneath his feet, afraid of stepping on some mechanism or trap.

A faint, damp scent filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of earth and some unknown plant. This smell reminded Yang Jian of a scent he had smelled long ago in an ancient tomb deep in the mountains.

Nezha followed closely behind Yang Jian, holding the Fire-Tipped Spear tightly in his hand. The tip of the spear trembled slightly, showing his high level of tension at the moment.

He turned his head to look behind him every now and then, as if worried that pursuers might appear.

His young face was filled with solemnity and caution, a stark contrast to his usual playful and sarcastic demeanor.

The passageway was narrow, so he had to slow down to avoid bumping into Yang Jian.

Sun Wukong brought up the rear, but unlike Yang Jian and Nezha, he wasn't tense at all; instead, he seemed relaxed and at ease.

As he walked, he tapped the walls of the passageway with his golden cudgel, seemingly casually, but actually probing the structure and safety of the passageway.

The sound of the golden cudgel striking echoed in the passageway. He would stop from time to time to listen carefully, as if trying to discern something.

"This passageway is quite sturdy; it doesn't seem to have any hidden mechanisms."

He said in a low voice, his tone relaxed and playful.

As he spoke, he casually slung the golden cudgel over his shoulder, his relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the two people in front of him.

At the end of the passageway, the light became clearer and clearer, revealing a huge stone door. The stone door was also covered with complex runes. These runes were different from those on the previous stone door, but they were faintly connected, as if they were different parts of the same system.

The stone gate appears ancient and imposing, as if it has stood for countless years, exuding an aura of vicissitudes.

Upon reaching the stone gate, Yang Jian carefully examined the runes on it. He closed his eyes, seemingly recalling something, his brows furrowed and his expression grave.

A faint energy fluctuation permeated the air around the stone door. This energy fluctuation was similar in frequency to the energy fluctuation of the stone statue in the secret chamber, but it was more complex and more powerful.

He gently touched the runes on the stone gate with his fingers, feeling the faint energy fluctuations within them. His fingertips seemed to be playing an ancient melody, each touch precise and gentle.

Nezha stared intently at Yang Jian's movements, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating the intricate patterns on the stone gate. Those patterns resembled ancient incantations, mysterious and profound.

Sun Wukong leaned against the stone gate, his golden cudgel resting on the ground, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings, vigilantly observing any abnormalities.

The air in the passageway was filled with a faint smell of dust and damp mildew, as if an ancient and mysterious space was slowly awakening.

(End of this chapter)