Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 529

The giant scorpion brandished its massive pincers, accompanied by a whooshing sound, and pounced towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong remained calm and composed, spinning his golden cudgel to precisely block the giant claw's attack with a loud "clang," causing surrounding rocks to fall in a flurry.

The air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur and the stench emanating from the giant scorpion, which was nauseating.

"What a huge scorpion!"

Nezha exclaimed in surprise, and the tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear burst into flames, illuminating the giant scorpion's enormous body and the fine patterns on its carapace. Those patterns resembled ancient runes, emitting a faint red glow.

He leaped forward, his fire-tipped spear flashing as it hurtled towards the giant scorpion's head.

Yang Jian calmly observed the battle, holding his three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly as he searched for the giant scorpion's weakness.

He noticed that the giant scorpion's abdomen seemed softer and less defensive, and the carapace there was also a slightly lighter color.

His eyes narrowed slightly, preparing to strike at the opportune moment. In the hall, due to the aftershocks of the battle, more rubble fell from above, making a crackling sound.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear struck the giant scorpion's head precisely, the flames scorching the scorpion's hard shell and making a sizzling sound.

The giant scorpion roared in pain, its massive body trembling violently, its eight legs flailing wildly, raising a cloud of dust.

But it did not fall because of this; instead, it waved its giant claws even more frantically and pounced on Nezha.

Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel again, nimbly dodging the giant scorpion's attacks while searching for the best opportunity to strike.

His figure moved like a golden lightning bolt, weaving around the giant scorpion, each strike of his golden cudgel producing a deafening roar.

Several deep dents appeared on the giant scorpion's carapace, but it still stubbornly held on.

Yang Jian seized the opportunity, and his three-pointed double-edged sword transformed into a streak of silver light, precisely stabbing towards the giant scorpion's abdomen. The blade easily pierced through the giant scorpion's soft abdomen, and blood gushed out.

The giant scorpion let out an even more shrill scream, and its massive body finally gave way, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

As the dust settled, the giant scorpion's enormous body lay there quietly, the air thick with the stench of blood.

New cracks appeared on the surrounding stone walls due to the aftermath of the battle.

Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel, let out a long sigh, wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, and grinned:
"Finally done!"

Nezha also put away his Fire-Tipped Spear, still feeling lingering fear as he looked at the fallen giant scorpion:

"This big guy is really strong."

Yang Jian stepped forward and carefully examined the giant scorpion's corpse. He used his three-pointed double-edged sword to cut open the giant scorpion's abdomen and discovered a strange crystal emitting a faint light hidden inside its body.

This crystal has a similar energy reaction to the crystal previously found inside the giant shadow. Both emit weak energy fluctuations. The crystal's surface is smooth and delicate, with a deep green color, like solidified jade, and emits a faint, cold light.

Yang Jian carefully took out the crystal, held it in his hand and examined it closely. He frowned, deep in thought.

He handed the crystal to Nezha and Sun Wukong.

"This crystal..."

Nezha took the crystal and felt the energy fluctuations it contained; his expression was solemn.

"This energy fluctuation is somehow connected to the dark figure from before, and the runes in the stone chamber..."

Sun Wukong took the crystal, looked at it, smelled it, and shrugged.

"This thing looks pretty, but I wonder what it's for?"

After he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with his golden cudgel, cautiously observing the surrounding environment and watching for any unusual activity in the darkness.

Yang Jian put the crystal back and said in a deep voice:
"This crystal is very likely related to the secrets of this ruin, and we must study it further."

His gaze swept across the surroundings, his tone firm.

"Now, let's move on."

After tidying up their equipment, the three continued deeper into the ruins. In the darkness, their footsteps echoed in the empty space, foreshadowing the unknown challenges that awaited them ahead.

In addition to the smell of sulfur, the air was filled with the nauseating stench of the giant scorpion's corpse, as well as a faint, unsettling sweetness.

As you walk through a narrow passageway, the fishy smell in the air gradually diminishes, replaced by the damp scent of earth.

At the end of the passageway, a huge stone chamber appeared. In the center of the chamber stood a tall stone statue. The statue's face was blurred and its specific features were not clear, but it could be seen that it was wearing armor, holding a spear, and had a majestic posture.

The stone statue appears to be made of a different material than the stone walls on both sides of the passageway; it is smoother and harder, and emits a faint fluorescence.

Sun Wukong was the first to enter the stone chamber. He raised his golden cudgel, looked around warily, lingered on the stone statue for a moment, and then scanned every corner of the stone chamber.

The walls of the stone chamber were covered with intricate runes, similar to those they had seen in other stone chambers before, but more complex and profound.

"These runes..."

Nezha walked up to the stone statue and carefully observed the patterns on it, his fingers gently touching the cold surface of the statue.

"It seems to be the same script as the runes we encountered before, but the content it expresses is more complex..."

He murmured softly, his brows furrowed.

Yang Jian walked to one side of the stone chamber. He carefully observed the runes on the wall and gently tapped the stone wall with his three-pointed double-edged sword, trying to find some kind of mechanism or entrance.

His gaze was sharp, and his expression was solemn, as if he were deciphering some ancient code.

He would occasionally stop and gently stroke the stone wall with his fingers, feeling its texture and temperature, hoping to find some clues.

"Did you find anything, Yang Jian?"

Sun Wukong's voice broke the silence in the stone chamber. He put down his golden cudgel, walked to Yang Jian's side, and looked at the runes on the wall.

The stone chamber was enormous, and echoes reverberated within it.

Yang Jian shook his head without speaking. He continued to gently tap the stone wall with his three-pointed double-edged sword, producing a crisp sound, as if he were having a silent conversation.

His focused expression made people afraid to disturb him.

Nezha continued to study the stone statue, circling it and carefully observing every detail.

He discovered a line of small characters carved at the foot of the stone statue, the script of which was ancient and difficult to decipher.

He tried to wipe away the dust at the base of the statue with his fingers, attempting to make out the writing.

"There are words here!"

Nezha shouted excitedly, pointing to the words at the feet of the stone statue.

“This script…it looks a bit like…ancient writing!” He carefully wiped the bottom of the stone statue with his sleeve, trying to make out the illegible characters.

The stone chamber was quiet, with only the soft wiping sounds of Nezha and the occasional light cough of Sun Wukong.

The air was filled with the smell of old earth, mixed with a faint musty odor, making one feel as if they were in an ancient tomb that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

The stone statue was cold and hard, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura that made the three of them hold their breath.

"How's it going, Nezha?"

Yang Jian's voice broke the silence. He held a three-pointed double-edged sword and scanned the entire stone chamber warily, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

His calm and composed demeanor prevented the atmosphere from becoming too tense.

Nezha raised his head, his expression excited:
"It's...it's an ancient incantation!"

He pointed to the faintly visible words on the base, his tone filled with excitement and disbelief.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the ceiling of the stone chamber, casting slanted rays onto the base of the stone statue, making the inscriptions appear and disappear.

Sun Wukong stepped forward, squinting to examine the ancient characters closely. His fiery eyes still possessed exceptional vision even in the dark, allowing him to clearly decipher them even in such dim conditions.

He clicked his tongue softly, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It really is an ancient incantation. The origin of this ruin is probably not simple."

As he spoke, he gently tapped the ground with his golden cudgel, checking for any hidden mechanisms or traps in the surrounding area.

Yang Jian walked to Nezha's side and carefully observed the characters. He had a lot of experience in studying ancient scripts and had deciphered many records in ancient relics.

He hesitated for a moment, then began to chant the incantations in a low voice.

His voice was deep and magnetic, each syllable filled with power, as if awakening an ancient force that had been dormant for thousands of years.

As Yang Jian chanted, a slight tremor emanated from the base of the stone statue. The ground also trembled slightly, and a strange energy fluctuation filled the air.

Sun Wukong and Nezha both gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes fixed on the base of the stone statue.

The already dim light in the stone chamber seemed to grow even dimmer with the tremors, as if something was about to awaken from underground.

With a low rumble, the base of the stone statue slowly cracked open, revealing a passage leading underground to the three of them.

The passage was narrow and dark, reeking of a nauseating stench, and the air was filled with faint energy fluctuations, giving the impression that something dangerous was lurking within.

Sun Wukong took the lead, carrying the golden cudgel at the front. The cudgel spun in his hand, emitting a deep whistling sound, like a golden dragon probing for dangers within the passage.

His steps were light, like a wisp of smoke, demonstrating the experience and caution he had accumulated over many years of exploration.

The passageway floor was slippery, and the air was filled with the damp smell of earth, mixed with a faint odor of decay, making one feel as if they were in an ancient and mysterious underground world.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his three-pointed double-edged sword wielded warily, its blade gleaming coldly and illuminating a small area within the passage.

He moved with light steps, like a wisp of smoke, demonstrating his superb skills and agility.

Nezha followed closely behind, wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear nimbly like a nimble fire dragon, illuminating the path ahead while simultaneously detecting energy fluctuations within the passage to ensure its safety.

The light emitted by the fire-tipped spear was particularly striking in the damp and dimly lit passage.

The three proceeded cautiously; the passage was narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time. They moved forward step by step, afraid of disturbing some being within the passage.

With a soft "click," Sun Wukong stopped in his tracks, his golden cudgel gently tapping the wall of the passage. He keenly sensed that some kind of mechanism was hidden in the wall of the passage.

He carefully observed his surroundings, his eyes alert and focused, searching for the location of the mechanism.

After a thorough investigation, Sun Wukong found the trigger point of the mechanism: a protrusion hidden in the stone wall.

He pressed it lightly, and a hidden compartment appeared in the wall of the passage.

Inside the hidden compartment was only an ancient-looking jade pendant, engraved with some intricate patterns. These patterns were somewhat similar to the runes they had encountered before, but even more mysterious.

Yang Jian took the jade pendant and examined it carefully. The jade pendant was warm and smooth to the touch, emitting a faint warmth. The patterns carved on it resembled some kind of ancient star chart, which made people think of astronomical observations in ancient times.

He could sense extremely faint energy fluctuations within the jade pendant, which were very similar in frequency to the energy fluctuations on the stone statue and runes he had encountered earlier.

Nezha continued to probe the way with his Fire-Tipped Spear. They slowly moved forward, the passage winding and full of unknown dangers.

"call……"

Sun Wukong let out a soft breath. They cautiously passed through the passage, and after going through a narrow corridor, the view suddenly opened up before them.

A vast underground space appeared before the three of them. In the center of the space stood a huge altar, on which were placed many strange artifacts, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

The space was empty and silent, with only their own breathing echoing.

An ancient and mysterious aura filled the air, causing the three of them to hold their breath.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword and looked around warily. His eyes were sharp, like those of a hunting eagle, trying to spot any potential danger.

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, the tip of which flickered with a faint flame, illuminating the surrounding environment. He was always ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, observed the strange objects on the altar with keen eyes.

His sharp eyes could see through any disguise and detect potential dangers.

"What...what is this place?"

"Nezha said in a low voice, his tone filled with shock and confusion. His slightly trembling finger pointed to the altar."

Sun Wukong stared intently at an object on the altar: a uniquely shaped bronze cauldron covered with intricate runes that emitted faint energy fluctuations.

Sun Wukong walked towards the altar first, and with a light tap of his golden cudgel on the bronze cauldron, a dull "thud" was heard.

The patterns on the cauldron glowed slightly at the point of contact, and a strange energy fluctuation gently impacted his palm, but quickly dissipated without any other abnormal reaction.

"Ok?"

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, retracted his golden cudgel, and looked around. On the altar, besides the bronze cauldron, there were other ancient-looking vessels, all exuding a faint ancient aura, but without any energy fluctuations.

He cautiously tapped the vessels with his golden cudgel, producing a crisp sound, but there was no other reaction.

Yang Jian circled the altar, observing it meticulously with keen eyes, not missing a single detail.

He moved slowly and lightly along the edge of the altar.

(End of this chapter)