Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 526

Yang Jian's fingertips moved nimbly, gently tracing the energy veins of the stone gate runes, finally stopping at three key nodes.

"Nezha, touch these three runes in the correct order."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Nezha nodded, and the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear glowed slightly as it precisely touched the first rune that Yang Jian had pointed out.

The stone door made a soft "click" sound, as if an ancient mechanism was being gently turned.

A faint smell of sulfur filled the air, a subtle sign of the energy leaking from Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear, which also highlighted the tense atmosphere at the moment.

On the stone wall, the mottled moss looked particularly eerie in the dim light. Nezha touched the second and third runes in turn, each touch accompanied by a clear "click" from the stone door, as if an ancient code was being gradually unlocked.

Sun Wukong cautiously looked around, tapping the ground lightly with his golden cudgel to sense the subtle vibrations, ready to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise.

His sharp eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, captured any subtle anomaly.

With the touch of the last rune, the stone gate emitted a muffled thud and slowly opened to both sides, revealing the scene behind it.

The space behind the stone gate was not as spacious as one might imagine, but rather a narrow passageway with peculiar murals covering the walls on both sides.

The murals are painted with all sorts of strange patterns. These patterns have smooth lines and vibrant colors, yet they exude an ancient and mysterious aura.

The colors of the murals stood out vividly in the dimly lit passageway.

The passageway floor was slippery, and the air was filled with the damp smell of earth, mixed with a faint odor of decay.

Yang Jian entered the passage first, his steps light and graceful, like a wisp of smoke. He wielded his three-pointed double-edged sword lightly, clearing away the weeds and vines blocking his path. The sharp blade of the sword flashed a cold light in the dim light, like a harbinger of death, yet it also carried a reassuring power.

Nezha followed closely behind, his Fire-Tipped Spear nimbly dancing through the passage like a nimble fire dragon, illuminating the path ahead while probing for hidden mechanisms and traps.

The flames of the fire-tipped spears flickered slightly in the dampness of the passage, illuminating the murals on the walls, whose lifelike patterns seemed to tell an ancient story.

Sun Wukong brought up the rear, casually carrying the golden cudgel on his shoulder, but his sharp eyes were always on alert for any movement around him, and his ears twitched slightly, catching any subtle sound.

He would occasionally tap the ground with his golden cudgel, probing for hidden mechanisms. His golden cudgel acted like a probe, helping them safely traverse this perilous passage.

Yang Jian carefully observed the murals on both sides of the passage. The strange patterns seemed to come alive in his eyes. He could feel the ancient power contained in the murals and the information that the power wanted to convey.

He whispered to himself:
"These patterns are not simple decorations, but an ancient mechanism that requires careful deciphering to pass safely."

His fingertips gently traced the mural, as if deciphering some ancient language. His movements were gentle and precise, like an experienced archaeologist interpreting a precious artifact.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. He hummed a little tune as he walked, tapping his golden cudgel lightly against the wall, and occasionally letting out a soft laugh. But his sharp eyes were always watching the movements around him. He was like an experienced explorer, with an innate sense of danger.

He used his golden cudgel to clear away the rubble blocking his path, clearing a passage; his skillful movements demonstrated his extensive experience.

Nezha focused on detecting hidden mechanisms and traps, wielding the Fire-Tipped Spear nimbly in his hands, sometimes probing forward, sometimes sweeping to the sides, exposing the hidden mechanisms and traps one by one.

His flamingo, like an extension of his eyes and hands, helped them safely pass through the dangerous passage.

The passage occasionally echoed with clicking sounds, the sounds of mechanisms being activated, but Sun Wukong detected and dealt with them in advance.

At the end of the passage, a faint light could be seen; that was their final destination.

"The final exit should be at the end of the passage."

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Hopefully, nothing else will go wrong."

Nezha responded with a hint of nervousness, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear intensifying slightly, illuminating his somewhat pale face.

Sun Wukong grinned:
"Look at me!"

Before the words were even finished, the golden cudgel struck the ground heavily, clearing away the last obstacle.

All three of them clearly felt that the light ahead was their ultimate destination.

Sun Wukong took the first step, steadily stepping into the light, his golden cudgel waving warily behind him to sweep away any potential threats.

As soon as he stepped into the light, he discovered that it was not the exit, but a larger stone chamber. In the center of the chamber was a huge stone platform, covered with complex runes that emitted a faint golden light.

The walls of the stone chamber were also covered with runes, similar in style to the murals in the passageway, but more intricate and exquisite, like the work of a highly skilled craftsman. The top of the stone chamber was a huge dome, inlaid with countless luminous crystals, illuminating the entire stone chamber and making it appear sacred and solemn.

"Wow, this place looks interesting!"

Sun Wukong looked around with curiosity in his eyes. He gently tapped the stone platform with his golden cudgel, which produced a crisp echo.

"The material of this stone platform is truly extraordinary."

Nezha also stepped forward, cautiously probing the stone platform with his Fire-Tipped Spear. Sensing the energy fluctuations emanating from the platform, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression became solemn.

"The energy fluctuations are very chaotic, and... it seems to carry a hint of evil."

Yang Jian walked to the stone platform and carefully observed the runes on it. He muttered incantations and gently touched the runes with his fingers, as if he were interpreting their meaning. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to see through all the mysteries of the runes. His focused expression made the surrounding environment seem to stand still. Only he and the runes on the stone platform constituted the only dynamic element in this stone chamber.

"These runes... seem to be some kind of seal!"

Yang Jian spoke in a deep voice, slowly straightening his body and looking up at the dome of the stone chamber.

"It seems that we are facing not only traps and mechanisms, but also something even more powerful."

His tone was cautious and solemn, but his eyes revealed a determined light.

Yang Jian's fingers traced patterns on the stone platform, the runes dancing on his fingertips as if they were alive. He murmured softly, as if conversing with ancient texts.

He closed his eyes, as if entering some mysterious realm. A faint golden light surrounded him, and a strange energy fluctuation permeated the air. The air in the center of the stone chamber was slightly distorted, as powerful energy surged and rolled around him.

Nezha and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with solemnity. After a long while, Yang Jian opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful.

"The runes on this stone platform form a complex sealing array. The order of unsealing must be precise, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

He paused, then looked at Nezha.

"Nezha, you have a keen sense of energy. After I finish interpreting it, you need to touch the rune nodes in the order I indicate."

Nezha stood tall, gripping his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly. The flickering flames illuminated his resolute face.

"Don't worry, Erlang Shen, I definitely won't make a mistake."

Sun Wukong remained vigilant, his golden cudgel gripped in his hand, his wary gaze sweeping over every corner of the stone chamber. He occasionally let out a soft "shh" to signal the two to keep quiet.

His sharp eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, captured any subtle anomaly; even the faintest whisper of the wind could not escape his ears.

Beneath his relaxed exterior lies a vigilance that is always ready to fight.

Yang Jian began to decipher the runes on the stone platform. His fingers flew across the surface, lightly leaping across the stone, each touch producing a soft "click" sound, as if an ancient mechanism was being activated one by one.

His focused expression seemed to merge with the ancient runes, and time seemed to stand still around him. Only the faint sound of his fingertips lightly touching the runes echoed in the empty stone chamber.

An ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeated the stone chamber, and the air was heavy and oppressive.

After Yang Jian finished interpreting the instructions, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze firm and profound. He explained the order of the unsealing process to Nezha in detail, clearly stating the location of each node and the force of each touch.

As he explained, he gestured with his fingers in the air, like a conductor leading a magnificent symphony of energy.

Nezha listened attentively. He did not rush to act, but carefully recalled every step Yang Jian had taken, trying his best to memorize them. His expression was focused and serious, as if each step was a matter of life and death.

He nodded from time to time to show that he understood Yang Jian's instructions. His focused expression made the air seem to freeze.

After Yang Jian finished explaining, he stood quietly to the side, closely observing Nezha's every move. His eyes were full of trust, but also a hint of caution, because the breaking of the seal was of great importance and could not tolerate the slightest mistake.

He gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword tightly, ready to react at any moment.

Nezha took a deep breath and, following Yang Jian's instructions, touched the rune nodes one by one. Each node emitted different energy fluctuations, and each touch caused the stone platform to tremble slightly, while the stone chamber was filled with increasingly dense energy fluctuations.

He was completely focused, meticulous, and without the slightest hesitation.

Just as Nezha touched the last rune node, the stone platform shone brightly, and the dazzling light instantly filled the entire stone chamber. Sun Wukong subconsciously raised his golden cudgel to protect himself and Yang Jian. The intense light made him squint.

Inside the stone chamber, the temperature suddenly rose, and the air was filled with a scorching heat. A strong sense of oppression assailed the three of them.

As the light gradually faded, a deep crack appeared in the center of the stone chamber, from which a large amount of black energy surged out. The black energy churned and roared like a living thing, and the solemn and sacred atmosphere in the stone chamber was instantly replaced by a sinister and evil aura.

The black mist quickly condensed into a human form, a gigantic figure over ten feet tall, shrouded in black mist, obscuring his face, but emanating a chilling aura.

The enormous figure slowly rose to its feet, letting out a deep roar that shook the entire stone chamber.

Sun Wukong shouted sternly:
"Monster, where did this wretched creature come from!"

The golden cudgel was raised high, gleaming with golden light, and slammed down fiercely towards the dark figure.

A massive energy collision erupted within the stone chamber, and the powerful shockwave caused the entire chamber to tremble.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed heavily into the giant shadow formed from the black mist.

The giant shadow let out a deafening roar, and black energy surged, completely blocking the attack of the golden cudgel.

Cracks spread rapidly across the stone walls of the chamber, dust flew everywhere, and some gravel fell down in a flurry.

Yang Jian's eyes were sharp, and he gripped his three-pointed double-edged sword tightly. He calmly observed the battle, ready to support Sun Wukong at any moment.

Nezha stood behind Yang Jian, his Universe Ring gleaming, ready to strike at any moment.

He bit his lower lip tightly. The aftershocks of the rune activation had not completely dissipated, and he felt that his spiritual power was also somewhat disordered.

"Wukong, watch out for its black aura!"

Yang Jian reminded him in a deep voice that he noticed the black energy was not a simple energy body, but seemed to contain some kind of peculiar corrosive power that could erode divine consciousness.

As he spoke, he subtly channeled his magic power, and the three-pointed double-edged sword gleamed with dazzling silver light, ready to strike at any moment.

The giant shadow waved a huge black arm, and black energy surged toward Sun Wukong like a tide, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

Sun Wukong was agile, wielding his golden cudgel like the wind, defeating the black energy one by one. However, he gradually felt the strain, as the black energy seemed endless.

After several loud bangs, part of the stone ceiling of the stone chamber collapsed, and dust filled the air, making the entire stone chamber even more gloomy and terrifying.

"Nezha, get ready!"

Yang Jian reminded him again, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness. The power of this dark figure far exceeded his previous expectations.

Nezha took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and spun the Universe Ring in his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

He watched Sun Wukong's fierce battle with the shadowy figure, feeling the increasingly intense evil power in the stone chamber, and gripped the Qiankun Ring tightly.

The giant shadow launched another attack, this time targeting Nezha and Yang Jian.

It moved with incredible speed, appearing in front of Nezha almost instantly, its black energy forming sharp claws aimed straight for Nezha's throat.

Nezha reacted quickly, releasing the Universe Ring and striking the giant shadow precisely in the chest, knocking it back several steps.

The Qiankun Ring burst forth with dazzling light, and the shockwave caused the surrounding rubble to shatter, raising a cloud of choking dust. The floor of the stone chamber also trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Nezha leaped back nimbly, dodging the aftershocks of the giant shadow's counterattack. He stared intently at the giant shadow, the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear glowing slightly, ready to strike again at any moment.

(End of this chapter)