Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 527

Nezha's Universe Ring attack bought Yang Jian precious time. He flashed forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword drawing a silver arc, precisely stabbing towards the weakest point of energy fluctuation in the giant shadow's chest.

The blade tip easily pierced the black mist, emitting a muffled "thud," as if tearing through some kind of tough membrane. Several new cracks appeared on the surrounding stone walls due to the aftershocks of the attack, and small fragments of stone fell, raising a cloud of fine dust.

The giant shadow let out a low growl in pain, its massive body trembling slightly, and the black mist churned even more violently, like boiling ink.

Its originally jet-black body now had a noticeable gash at the cut, from which black energy surged wildly, exuding a ferocious aura like that of a wounded beast.

"good chance!"

With a roar, Nezha unleashed a torrent of flames from the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear, precisely scorching the black mist dissipating from the giant shadow's wound.

The flames, like fiery serpents, rapidly devoured the black mist, sizzling and crackling. The air was filled with the smell of burning, a stark contrast to the putrid stench emanating from the black mist earlier. The flames illuminated the stone chamber, clearly revealing the details of the giant shadow's wounds.

The scorching flames caused the giant shadow to struggle painfully. Its massive body rolled on the ground, causing a violent tremor that sent rubble and dust flying through the stone chamber, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The already crumbling stone chamber emitted an even more alarming "crack" sound during this violent tremor.

Sun Wukong seized the opportunity and swung his golden cudgel again, so fast that the shadow of the cudgel was almost invisible. All that could be heard was a series of teeth-grinding "bang bang" sounds as the golden cudgel struck the giant shadow's head precisely.

Each strike caused the giant shadow's body to tremble violently, its black head swaying unsteadily, and even some cracks could be faintly seen spreading within the black mist.

The giant shadow staggered backward, revealing more weaknesses, and its originally aggressive posture gradually became somewhat disheveled.

"Give him the final blow!"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, as he keenly sensed that the giant shadow's defensive power had decreased, making this the best time to end the battle.

He moved forward again, his three-pointed double-edged sword drawing a silver lightning bolt in the air, aiming straight for the giant shadow's weak point.

Nezha followed closely behind, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear burning even brighter, like a roaring fire dragon, as he lunged fiercely at the giant shadow's wound, attempting to use the intense heat of the flames to completely incinerate the black energy within the giant shadow's body.

Sun Wukong provided support from the side, wielding his golden cudgel with impenetrable force, shattering all the black energy that tried to approach them. His figure moved nimbly through the stone chamber like a whirlwind, protecting Yang Jian and Nezha.

The sound of the golden cudgel slicing through the air intertwined with the giant shadow's furious roar, creating the most awe-inspiring sound effect in the stone chamber.

Under the combined attack of the three, the giant shadow finally gave out, letting out a shrill scream as its massive body crashed to the ground. The black mist quickly dissipated, leaving only specks of black ash and a chilling silence.

The dust settled in the stone chamber, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and burnt food.

Yang Jian, Nezha, and Sun Wukong stood in the center of the ruined stone chamber, covered in dust, breathing slightly rapidly, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

"Finally solved!"

Sun Wukong grinned, casually slinging his golden cudgel over his shoulder. He looked around at the crumbling stone chamber, but his eyes showed no fear, only excitement.

"Hmm, this shadowy figure is quite strong; it was actually able to withstand the Great Sage's golden cudgel."

Nezha exhaled a breath of stale air, put away his Fire-Tipped Spear, and spoke with a hint of lingering fear in his voice.

Yang Jian's gaze swept around, but he remained vigilant and said in a deep voice:

"This is just the beginning; there are other mechanisms and secrets in this stone chamber."

Holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, he vigilantly observed his surroundings, awaiting any new challenges that might arise, his expression remaining solemn and resolute.

"Ah."

Sun Wukong's eyes were sharp as he looked around. He tapped his golden cudgel lightly on the ground a few times, making a dull sound.

"This stone chamber has an extraordinary structure; it is by no means an ordinary tomb."

As he spoke, he walked to a relatively intact stone wall, gently tapped it with his hand, and it produced a crisp sound, unlike the dull sound of the other stone walls.

Nezha put away his Fire-Tipped Spear, walked to Sun Wukong's side, and carefully examined the stone wall.

"The material of this stone wall seems to be different from others; the sound it makes when struck is crisper."

He gently ran his fingers across the surface of the stone wall, trying to find some subtle traces.

The stone wall was cold and smooth, without any patterns or designs, only slightly darker in color.

Yang Jian walked to the spot where the giant shadow had fallen and carefully examined the black ash scattered on the ground.

"The energy of this shadowy figure doesn't seem to be just pure evil energy; it seems to contain some kind of peculiar energy that deserves further study."

He gently poked at the black ash with his three-pointed double-edged knife, picking up a small clump of ash with the tip and examining it closely in the sunlight. The black ash reflected a subtle glimmer of light in the sunlight.

The stone chamber was dimly lit, with only light filtering through cracks in the ceiling to barely illuminate the area where the three of them were.

Yang Jian squinted, carefully examining the black ash in his hand. Subtle energy fluctuations, like heartbeats, pulsed at his fingertips.

This faint energy, similar in frequency to the runes on the stone statues and stone gates, was more primal and powerful, as if it contained some ancient and mighty force.

He gently placed the black ash on a relatively flat piece of gravel and carefully poked at it with a three-pointed double-edged knife, trying to find more clues.

The gravel was cold and hard, with a rough texture, which contrasted sharply with the fine black ash in my hand.

The air still carried a faint smell of burning and the putrid stench of black smoke, which was unpleasant.

Nezha showed little interest in studying Yang Jian; he was more interested in the structure of the stone chamber.

He tapped the surrounding stone walls lightly with his fire-tipped spear, listening to the echoes from different locations to determine the material and thickness of the stone walls.

The faint sparks from the tip of the fire-tipped spear stood out starkly in the dim stone chamber, illuminating his focused and earnest expression.

"There seems to be something inside this stone wall!"

Nezha said in a deep voice, the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear stopped on a stone wall, the sound coming from there was different from other places, with a hollow echo.

He gently flicked the fire-tipped spear, and a slight friction sound was heard where the spear tip touched the stone wall, as if it were rubbing against some kind of hard metal, and a faint metallic smell filled the air.

The surrounding stone walls were covered with tiny cracks left by the battle, with pebbles scattered everywhere. Sun Wukong hummed a little tune to the side, his golden cudgel casually propped on the ground, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, his sharp eyes scanned the entire stone chamber.

He would tap the ground with his golden cudgel from time to time to make sure there were no hidden mechanisms or traps. His movements were swift and skillful, like an experienced hunter searching for prey.

Beneath his seemingly nonchalant expression lay a high degree of vigilance and alertness; even after the battle was over, he did not let his guard down in the slightest.

"Hey you two, can you hurry up? This place is so creepy, I feel really uncomfortable."

Sun Wukong complained, then tapped his golden cudgel lightly on the ground, producing a crisp sound that broke the silence in the stone chamber.

His relaxed tone carried an undeniable tension, and his sharp eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, captured any subtle anomaly.

Following the direction indicated by Sun Wukong, Nezha used his Fire-Tipped Spear to carefully probe the special stone wall once again.

"It really is a trap!"

Nezha said excitedly, the tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear precisely touched a tiny groove, the groove made a slight "click" sound, accompanied by a slight mechanical sliding sound, the stone wall slowly opened to both sides, revealing a hidden passage.

The entrance to the passage was very narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time. The passage was pitch black inside, making it impossible to see what was happening there.

The air was thick with dampness and a faint smell of blood, far exceeding the stench of the passages they had previously traversed, sending chills down their spines.

Yang Jian put down the black ash in his hand, walked to Nezha's side, and frowned slightly as he looked at the opened passage.

"Be careful, there may be danger in this passage."

He said in a deep voice, gripping the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly in his hand, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

His calm and cautious attitude caused both Sun Wukong and Nezha to put away their relaxed expressions and become serious.

At the entrance of the passage, several pieces of gravel were scattered on the ground. These gravel pieces were irregularly shaped, had rough and uneven surfaces, and left obvious scratches on the stone wall.

Sun Wukong was the first to enter the passage. His golden cudgel spun in his hand, emitting a deep whistling sound that illuminated the narrow passage. The light emitted by the golden cudgel clearly revealed the situation inside the passage.

As he walked, he tapped the stone walls on both sides of the passage with his golden cudgel, probing for any possible mechanisms or traps.

The passage was unusually narrow and winding, the ground was slippery, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and even a stench of decay.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage were covered with all sorts of strange patterns and characters, like some kind of ancient runes, which shimmered under the light of the golden cudgel.

Yang Jian and Nezha followed closely behind. Yang Jian held a three-pointed double-edged sword, its blade gleaming coldly, while Nezha used his fire-tipped spear to illuminate and probe the energy fluctuations within the passage. The firelight flickered slightly in the damp air, clearly illuminating the scene within the passage, but the light still could not completely dispel the gloom within.

The air inside the passage was unusually stuffy, making it difficult to breathe, and the fishy stench in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

They all slowed their pace, held their breath, and moved forward cautiously, afraid of disturbing some being within the passage.

The walls of the passageway are covered with chilling paintings depicting various bizarre rituals and sacrificial scenes. The lines in the paintings are rough and sharp, and the colors are bright but sinister and terrifying, like some kind of ancient curse trying to convey fear to everyone who sees them.

The paintings are so lifelike, as if they bring those ancient scenes back to life, making you feel as if you are in that distant and terrifying era.

Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, and his golden cudgel lightly tapped the ground, making a soft sound.

"There seems to be something ahead."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone heavy, his sharp eyes fixed on the depths of the passage, his pupils slightly dilated, as if he had discovered something unsettling.

The passageway was eerily quiet, save for their slow footsteps and the faint tapping of Sun Wukong's golden cudgel on the ground. A chilling, oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.

Yang Jian and Nezha also stopped and watched the depths of the passage warily. Their expressions were solemn, and they sensed an unusual sense of danger.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if something was watching them.

The passage was pitch black, making it impossible to see what lay ahead. Only the faint light from Sun Wukong's golden cudgel barely illuminated a small area around them.

"Ready to fight."

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, gripping his three-pointed double-edged sword tightly. The blade gleamed coldly, reflecting on his resolute face.

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, a faint rustling sound came from the depths of the passage, like the sound of some large arthropod crawling, which was particularly clear in the silent passage.

The nauseating stench in the air grew even stronger, mingled with a faint smell of blood, making one want to vomit. On the stone walls lining the passageway, the eerie murals seemed even more vivid, as if mocking their cowardice.

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the flame at the tip flickering slightly, illuminating his tense face.

"This feels...like a lot of spiders."

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

Sun Wukong remained vigilant, his golden cudgel spinning in his hand, emitting a deep whistling sound, and golden light illuminating the depths of the passage, trying to see the enemy hidden in the darkness.

He sniffed the air, his brow furrowed. The smell wasn't just that of spiders; it contained other things that made him uneasy.

As the rustling sound grew closer, a pair of enormous eyes appeared deep within the passage, gleaming with an eerie green light in the darkness.

The light was like two will-o'-the-wisps, sending chills down one's spine in the darkness.

"Oh no! It's a giant spider!"

Sun Wukong's expression changed, and he raised the golden cudgel above his head.

Immediately afterwards, a giant spider covered in sharp spikes slowly crawled out of the darkness.

The spider was enormous, at least three zhang tall, with eight thick and powerful legs, each of its sharp spines gleaming with a cold light, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

The spiderweb on its back was covered with debris and emitted a nauseating stench.

On the stone wall, some pebbles fell down because of the spider's presence.

Sun Wukong was the first to raise his golden cudgel, and the golden light illuminated the depths of the passage. The golden light was dazzling and stood out brightly in the narrow and damp passage.

(End of this chapter)