Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 528

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel slammed down on the giant spider. The cudgel, carrying immense power, struck the spider's head precisely, producing a loud bang that shook the entire passageway.

Stone chips fell from the top of the passageway, raising a cloud of dust.

The spider's enormous body trembled violently, its eight legs flailing wildly, yet it did not fall.

It let out a low growl, a sound like the grinding of rocks, which was chilling.

"Goodness, this skin is thick and tough!"

Sun Wukong cursed, and his golden cudgel swung again, like a golden lightning bolt, continuously attacking the spider's head.

Each strike caused the spider to hiss in pain, but it stubbornly persevered, waving its massive pincers in an attempt to fight back.

The passageway was narrow, so Sun Wukong had to restrain his movements to avoid injuring Yang Jian and Nezha behind him.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian immediately brandished his three-pointed double-edged sword. The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, precisely stabbing at the spider's weak point on its abdomen.

He had previously observed that the spider's abdominal exoskeleton was lighter in color, suggesting that it had weaker defenses.

The three-pointed double-edged sword flashed with a cold light and easily pierced the spider's hard exoskeleton. Blood gushed out, staining the hairs on the spider's abdomen red.

The spider let out a shrill scream, its body twisting violently, its eight legs flailing wildly, leaving several deep scratches on the tunnel wall.

The stones at the top of the passage fell due to the tremors, raising a cloud of dust that made people cough incessantly.

Nezha seized the opportunity, and his Fire-Tipped Spear spewed out raging flames, which precisely burned the spider's wound.

The flames, like fiery dragons, rapidly devoured the black hairs on the spider's body, sizzling and crackling. The air was filled with the nauseating smell of burnt blood.

The spider struggled in agony under the scorching flames, its eight legs frantically scratching at the ground, leaving deep furrows in its wake.

It tried to swat at the flames with its pincers, but instead set its fur ablaze, the firelight reflecting on its contorted face in agony.

The three attacked together, and the spider's resistance grew weaker and weaker. It let out a painful hiss, the tone gradually becoming low and feeble, until it finally collapsed to the ground with a thud. Its massive body crushed part of the tunnel, and a nauseating stench filled the passage.

The air was thick with the smells of blood, burnt food, and the stench emanating from the spider itself, making it difficult for the three of them to breathe.

Yang Jian stepped forward and used his three-pointed double-edged sword to pry open some of the spider's remaining limbs and examine its corpse. He was focused and his movements were gentle, as if afraid of destroying any important clues.

After a while, he used the tip of his knife to pick up a crystal that emitted a faint light. The crystal was deep red, like congealed blood, with a smooth and delicate surface, and emitted a faint smell of blood.

Inside the crystal were complex energy patterns, intertwined like blood vessels, exuding mystery. Yang Jian carefully put the crystal away, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

"Look, what is this?"

Yang Jian raised the crystal and showed it to Nezha and Sun Wukong.

Nezha and Sun Wukong stepped forward to observe carefully.

Nezha gently touched the crystal with the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear, sensing the energy fluctuations it contained. He frowned slightly.
"This energy fluctuation... seems familiar, it looks like it's related to those runes from before."

Sun Wukong scratched his head:
"It looks pretty, but the smell... it's a bit like blood, it's unpleasant to smell."

As he spoke, he kept tapping the surrounding stone walls with his golden cudgel, listening carefully to the echoes and being alert to any potential dangers.

Yang Jian carefully put away the crystal and said:

"This crystal is likely the source of this giant spider's power; we must leave here as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong and Nezha nodded in agreement. The three of them carefully bypassed the spider's corpse and continued forward. The stench in the air was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe.

They quickened their pace, hoping to leave this dangerous and foul-smelling place as soon as possible.

Yang Jian walked at the front, his three-pointed double-edged sword twirling gently in his hand as he warily observed everything around him.

Nezha followed closely behind, his Fire-Tipped Spear emitting a faint flame that illuminated the road ahead.

Sun Wukong was at the rear, his golden cudgel slung over his shoulder, remaining constantly vigilant. Their footsteps echoed in the silent passage.

The passage was deep and narrow, and the damp stone walls were covered with strangely shaped protrusions, like the fossilized bones of some ancient creature.

The three walked on in silence, with only the sound of their footsteps and the occasional clatter of rolling stones breaking the stillness.

Yang Jian frowned, keenly sensing that in addition to the stench, there was also a faint smell of sulfur in the air, which made him uneasy.

He stopped and turned around to signal Nezha and Sun Wukong to stop as well.

"Can you smell something?"

Yang Jian asked in a low voice, sniffing the air, a solemn expression on his face.

Nezha put down his Fire-Tipped Spear and fanned the air in front of him with his hand:

"A sulfurous smell...and it seems a bit...hot?"

He squinted, carefully trying to pinpoint the source of the smell.

Sun Wukong put down his golden cudgel and also sniffed it carefully:

"Hmm, it's a bit hot, and it feels like there's something down there..."

He tapped the ground with his golden cudgel; the dull sound proved that there was hard rock below, but the heat was clearly transmitted to his hand.

Yang Jian drew his three-pointed, double-edged sword, the tip of which gently touched the ground, feeling its temperature.

His sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for anything unusual.

"It could be underground volcanic activity..."

He analyzed in a low voice.

"We need to speed up and watch our step."

Nezha picked up his Fire-Tipped Spear again, occasionally tapping the ground with the tip to probe its condition.

Sun Wukong became even more vigilant, gripping his golden cudgel in his hand, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

They continued forward, walking more cautiously, trying to avoid stepping on loose stones.

A glimmer of light appeared at the end of the passage, and the three quickened their pace, hoping to reach the exit as soon as possible and escape this suffocating environment.

When they reached the end, the sight before them stunned them.

That wasn't the exit, but a huge, seemingly man-made circular hall. In the center of the hall was a massive lava pool, the churning magma emitting a scorching glow, and the smell of sulfur emanating from there.

"What...what is this place?"

Nezha exclaimed in surprise, he had never seen such a magnificent underground lava pool.

"This size is probably like an active volcano!"

Sun Wukong stared at the boiling magma, his golden cudgel spinning incessantly in his hand, emitting a deep hum, and his tone was unusually solemn.

Beside the lava pool, the molten lava roared like a charging beast, waves of heat washing over you, the air thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, almost suffocating you. Yang Jian squinted, his three-pointed double-edged sword gripped tightly in his hand, its blade reflecting the fiery light of the lava as he calmly observed his surroundings.

The stone walls surrounding the lava pool were covered with black lava flow marks, and in addition to the smell of sulfur, there was also a faint smell of burning. Clearly, the lava pool was not always in this active state.

He frowned slightly and muttered to himself:

"The temperature of this lava pool is extremely high, and ordinary spells are insufficient to withstand it. We must find another way."

His tone was calm and composed, without a trace of panic.

Nezha appeared even more excited, his Fire-Tipped Spear flying up and down in his hands, the firelight reflecting his excited expression.

"This is a challenge! Let me give it a try!"

As he spoke, the tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly spewed out raging flames, which instantly rushed towards the lava pool. However, the flames were completely consumed the moment they touched the magma, without even a ripple.

Nezha was slightly disappointed, but he quickly regained his composure. He put away his Fire-Tipped Spear and calmly analyzed the situation:

"It seems ordinary flames won't work on this lava; we need to find another way." He took a deep breath, seemingly deep in thought.

After a moment of silence, Yang Jian spoke, his voice echoing in the empty hall:

"It seems we must find a way to cross this lava pool. Sun Wukong, you have the strongest senses, go and scout ahead."

He looked at Sun Wukong with unwavering eyes, his tone filled with trust in Sun Wukong's abilities.

Sun Wukong nodded, carrying his golden cudgel, and leaped onto the edge of a relatively stable lava pool.

He plunged his golden cudgel into the pool to sense the temperature and composition of the magma. Waves of heat washed over him, and he frowned, but this did not affect his judgment. He quickly withdrew the golden cudgel and carefully assessed the situation.

The surrounding air became even hotter, and you could even feel the heat of the magma passing through the stone walls, which showed tiny cracks.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he leaped over the lava pool and landed steadily on the other side.

After landing, he gently brushed the dust off his body, looking relaxed and carefree, but there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Yang Jian followed closely behind. Unlike Sun Wukong, he did not jump directly. Instead, he used precise control of his magic power to pierce the wall of the lava pool with his three-pointed double-edged sword. He then swung across the lava pool and landed steadily. His movements were fluid and seamless, full of power and beauty.

The temperature of the lava pool was extremely high, and even Yang Jian felt a scorching heat. After landing, he quickly circulated his magic power to dispel the heat from his body. His actions were swift and effective.

Nezha then used the flames from his Fire-Tipped Spear to create a temporary floating bridge on the surface of the lava pool.

He manipulated the flames of the fire-tipped spear, precisely controlling their shape and temperature to prevent them from being engulfed by the lava.

His movements were swift and precise; the flame in his hands was like a nimble ribbon, weaving a brief floating bridge in the air.

He stepped lightly onto the floating bridge, as if walking on clouds, and successfully crossed the lava pool. His movements were full of confidence and skill.

The pontoon bridge vanished the moment he landed, leaving only billowing lava and the pervasive smell of sulfur in the air.

The three safely reached the other side and looked around, only to find that it was a much larger space. Compared to the previous stone chamber, this space was much more spacious, but it was just as full of danger.

Ahead, there was only darkness, but faint sounds could be heard, the sounds of some unknown creature.

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly, assuming a fighting stance.

There seems to be something else ahead.

Sun Wukong's deep voice carried a hint of wariness.

Yang Jian's eyes were sharp:

"It's better to be careful."

Nezha gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the flames dancing gently at the tip.

The three figures disappeared into the darkness.

In the darkness, the footsteps of the three echoed in the open space, maintaining a certain distance from each other, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Sun Wukong walked at the front, tapping his golden cudgel lightly on the ground to probe its condition and try to detect any potential dangers.

He walked cautiously with each step, and the tip of his golden cudgel occasionally emitted a faint metallic clanging sound, which was particularly clear in the silent environment.

"The ground here seems a bit soft..."

Sun Wukong spoke as he walked, his voice echoing slightly in the darkness.

"Watch your step."

He bent down slightly and carefully examined the ground beneath his feet. The black rocks were covered with tiny cracks, as if they could collapse at any moment.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, holding the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, its blade reflecting a faint light.

Unlike Sun Wukong, he did not frequently use weapons to explore the way. Instead, he relied on his keen senses and carefully took each step.

His steps were steady and powerful, showing years of combat experience. He listened intently from time to time, trying to catch any unusual sounds.

Nezha walked at the back, his Fire-Tipped Spear dragging gently on the ground, the tip of the spear occasionally making a slight scraping sound.

He would sometimes look back to observe Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, and sometimes observe the surrounding environment, his vigilance no less than that of the other two.

His gaze was sharp, like that of a cheetah ready to pounce at any moment, prepared to face any danger.

A faint rustling sound broke the silence, like some kind of creature moving.

Sun Wukong immediately stopped, raised his golden cudgel high, and prepared for battle.

He looked around warily, trying to find the source of the sound, his tense body showing a high state of alertness.

"what?"

Yang Jian's voice deepened. He raised his three-pointed double-edged sword above his head, the blade gleaming with a cold light. He leaned forward slightly, ready to charge at any moment.

His faint breathing stopped, as if it had merged into the darkness.

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the flames on it flickering slightly, illuminating a small area around him.

In the darkness, he could see the tense expressions on Sun Wukong and Yang Jian's faces, and he could also feel the tense atmosphere; he could sense a sense of oppression permeating the air.

The rustling sound grew closer, and a nauseating, fishy stench filled the air, mixed with a disturbing dampness.

Sun Wukong hissed, "Watch out!"

The golden cudgel swept out, bringing with it a gust of wind that scattered the surrounding dust.

A gigantic scorpion crawled out of the darkness. Its carapace was jet black and glossy, its pair of large pincers gleamed coldly, and the tip of its stinger flashed with an eerie green light, sending chills down one's spine.

Due to Sun Wukong's immense strength, many more stones shattered on the surrounding stone walls, raising a cloud of choking dust.

(End of this chapter)