Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 530

Yang Jian carefully observed the edge of the altar, his steps slow and deliberate, each step firmly planted on solid ground to ensure he wouldn't disturb any potential traps.

His sharp gaze swept over every corner of the altar like a hawk's, his fingertips occasionally lightly touching the surface of the altar, feeling the subtle differences in material and temperature.

The altar was made of unknown black stone, cold and hard, with a smooth, mirror-like surface without a single crack.

A faint, fresh scent of grass and trees filled the air, a stark contrast to the stench that had permeated the passage earlier, bringing a sense of calm.

Suddenly, he stopped, his finger resting on a slightly concave stone at the edge of the altar.

This stone is slightly darker in color than the other stones, and seems somewhat different.

He gently pried the stone with a three-pointed double-edged knife, and with a soft "click," the stone moved slightly, revealing an inconspicuous groove.

The groove is very small and almost impossible to notice without careful observation.

"found it."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, his tone tinged with joy. He gently inserted the tip of the three-pointed double-edged sword into the groove and pried it open with force.

The groove emitted a slight friction sound, and the altar slowly began to rotate, emitting a deep and regular "humming" sound, as if some huge mechanical device was starting up.

The ground trembled slightly, and dust drifted down from the cracks in the altar.

Sun Wukong and Nezha immediately approached Yang Jian warily, their golden cudgel and fire-tipped spear both pointing towards the center of the altar, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The scent of grass and trees in the air became stronger, mixed with a hint of cold, metallic aroma.

The altar spun faster and faster, emitting a louder buzzing sound, as if some ancient beast was about to awaken.

The ground trembled more and more violently, and some pebbles in the stone chamber began to roll down, making a crisp sound.

After a moment, the altar stopped rotating, revealing the entrance to a secret underground chamber.

The entrance is circular, about ten feet in diameter, dark and deep, like an abyss leading to hell.

A chilling aura emanated from the entrance, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Go in and take a look?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He gripped his golden cudgel even tighter, as if ready to plunge into the darkness at any moment.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then said:
"Be careful, Nezha, use your Fire-Tipped Spear to scout ahead."

Nezha nodded, raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, and with flames blazing at the tip, he probed into the entrance of the secret chamber.

The flames stretched into the darkness, illuminating a small portion of the interior of the secret chamber. The light was faint, but it was clear that the chamber was not large, and a huge stone coffin was placed in the center.

"Stone coffin?"

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. He gripped his golden cudgel, ready to enter the secret chamber at any moment.

Nezha put away his Fire-Tipped Spear and said:

"There seems to be a faint energy fluctuation around the stone coffin, and... a strange fragrance." He frowned slightly, seemingly a little uneasy about the fragrance.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice:

"Sun Wukong, go scout ahead and be careful."

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong entered the secret chamber first. The golden cudgel spun in his hand, emitting a deep whistling sound that illuminated the entire chamber.

The secret room was not large, and the floor was covered with unknown black rocks, like the material of an altar, cold and hard.

In the center of the secret chamber, there was a huge stone coffin. The coffin was completely black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface without a single pattern, yet it emitted a faint fluorescence that emanated in sync with the strange fragrance.

Sun Wukong gently tapped the stone coffin with his golden cudgel, and the stone coffin emitted a dull "thump-thump" sound, which was deep and hollow, as if some ancient musical instrument was singing softly.

He sensed that the stone coffin was not an ordinary stone, but contained some kind of peculiar energy.

"Nezha, use your Fire-Tipped Spear to investigate."

Yang Jian's voice came from the entrance to the secret chamber.

Nezha raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, the tip of which burst into flames. He cautiously approached the stone coffin, the flames dancing gently on its surface without causing any unusual reaction.

However, the strange fragrance became even stronger, mixed with a faint sweetness.

"The energy fluctuations are very weak, but the fragrance is very unique..."

Nezha sheathed his Fire-Tipped Spear, his brow furrowed, as if deep in thought.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong approached the stone coffin, carefully observing its details, trying to find a way to open it.

"This stone coffin... has no locks or mechanisms..."

Sun Wukong asked in confusion.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then said:
"Let's see if we can open it directly."

The three of them worked together to slowly open the lid of the stone coffin.

A dazzling light burst forth from the coffin, illuminating the entire secret chamber. The light was like a convergence of millions of stars, so brilliant and dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

As the light gradually subsided, what appeared before them was not a corpse, but a strange gem radiating dazzling light.

The gemstone is completely transparent, as clear as crystal, and its surface is engraved with extremely complex runes. These runes seem to be alive, flowing slowly on the surface of the gemstone and emitting a warm light.

The surface of the gemstone emitted the same strange fragrance that Nezha had smelled before, only it was stronger, mixed with a faint, refreshing scent.

Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian all gasped simultaneously.

"What's this?"

Sun Wukong was the first to react. He stretched out his golden cudgel and carefully touched the gem.

"What a strong energy!"

He let out a low shout, and the golden cudgel trembled slightly. A powerful recoil force came from the gemstone, making Sun Wukong's tiger's mouth numb and his arm slightly sore.

The air in the sealed room was slightly distorted by the energy emitted by the gemstone, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on the stone walls.

Nezha stared intently at the runes on the surface of the gemstone, the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, seemingly influenced by the gemstone's energy.

"These runes... I've never seen them before, but they feel... familiar?"

He muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with curiosity, like a child full of wonder about the unknown.

Yang Jian appeared even more cautious. He slowly drew his three-pointed, double-edged sword, the tip of which pointed at the gemstone, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the gemstone and Sun Wukong and Nezha.

He silently observed everything around him, his breathing steady, his eyes sharp, displaying his composure and decisiveness as a general.

"The energy contained in this gem is too powerful; we must be very careful."

His voice was low and his words were clear and forceful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at Sun Wukong and Nezha with a questioning look in his eyes.

Yang Jian took the lead in trying to lightly touch the surface of the gemstone with his three-pointed double-edged sword. The blade did not feel any resistance and made smooth contact with the surface of the gemstone. A trace of energy was fed back to the blade, and the temperature of the blade rose slightly.

He slowly retracted the three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade radiating a faint warmth, with a thin layer of mist even condensing on the edge, appearing and disappearing in the dim light of the secret room.

"Ok?"

Yang Jian let out a soft murmur, a hint of inquiry in his eyes. He carefully sensed the energy fluctuations emanating from the blade; it was a very gentle power, without any aggression, but rather carrying a comforting warmth.

Inside the stone chamber, the air was slightly distorted by the energy of the gemstone, as if the air itself was vibrating slightly.

Sun Wukong then tapped the gemstone lightly with his golden cudgel. The golden cudgel vibrated slightly, but there was no violent reaction.

He chuckled and put the golden cudgel back, its surface gleaming with a golden light.

"This thing looks intimidating, but its energy isn't as powerful as I thought."

Sun Wukong grinned, his tone relaxed, but his eyes were unusually serious as he vigilantly observed any changes in the gemstone.

He tapped the surrounding stone walls with his golden cudgel to make sure there were no other mechanisms before he relaxed a little.

Nezha then lightly touched the gemstone with the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear. The flames flickered slightly, and the runes on the surface of the gemstone shimmered slightly, emitting an even richer and more exotic fragrance.

A faint sweet fragrance mixed with some unknown aroma permeated the entire room, creating a pleasant and refreshing atmosphere.

"This fragrance..."

Nezha sniffed lightly, his brows furrowing slightly.

"It feels...like some kind of elixir?"

He carefully observed the runes on the surface of the gemstone. The runes seemed to move across the surface of the gemstone like living things, emitting a soft light, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

He felt that these runes contained some ancient secret, which aroused a strong desire for knowledge in him.

The three exchanged glances, and after confirming that the gem posed no obvious danger, Yang Jian attempted to use his magic to envelop the three-pointed double-edged sword and slowly remove the gem from the stone coffin.

He carefully controlled his magical power, afraid of damaging the gemstone filled with mysterious energy. The gemstone felt warm and smooth in his hand, like a fine piece of jade, yet it radiated an astonishing energy fluctuation.

He could sense that the gem contained extremely powerful energy, yet it was very gentle and had no aggression whatsoever.

He held the gemstone in his palm and examined it carefully.

The gemstone is crystal clear, like a flawless crystal ball, with extremely complex runes engraved on its surface. These runes seem to flow slowly on the surface of the gemstone as if they were alive, emitting a warm light.

The light was not dazzling, but rather soft and comfortable, making people feel relaxed, as if they were in a peaceful and tranquil paradise.

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

"This gem is probably no ordinary object."

Yang Jian's tone was solemn.

"The energy it contains far exceeds our imagination."

"yes……"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"This thing feels much more powerful than the crystals on those two monsters before."

His eyes gleamed with a light that was not of greed, but of longing and excitement for the unknown.

Nezha stared thoughtfully at the runes on the surface of the gemstone and said in a low voice:

“This rune… seems to contain some kind of ancient incantation, but it’s unlike any incantation we know.”

He reached out his finger, wanting to touch the runes on the gem, but hesitated for a moment and finally withdrew his hand.

Yang Jian carefully put the gem away and said:
"We must take this gem back to Heaven to study its secrets carefully."

His eyes were firm, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Now, let's go out first."

The three returned the way they came, passing through the lava pool and the area where the giant scorpion had fought. The air still carried the smell of sulfur and a fishy stench.

But their feelings at this moment were completely different from before. Before, they were tense and wary, but now they were more excited and expectant.

They have solved most of the mysteries of the ruins, and this mysterious gem is undoubtedly the final answer to all the mysteries.

They quickened their pace, hoping to return to the ground as soon as possible.

After passing through the passage, they returned to the stone chamber. Sun Wukong glanced back at the stone statues and the runes on the walls, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"These ruins... are more complex than I imagined."

He spoke in a low voice, his words carrying an indescribable sense of shock.

Nezha looked at the gem in Yang Jian's hand, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He licked his lips, filled with anticipation for the research to come.

Yang Jian remained calm and composed, clutching the gem tightly in his hand as if he held the secret of the entire ruins.

They emerged from the ruins, the sunlight warm and comforting their faces. They took a deep breath, savoring the long-awaited fresh air, their eyes filled with the joy of victory.

All dangers and challenges have passed.

Ahead lies a bright future.

"Return to Heaven!"

Yang Jian's eyes were resolute, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance.

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, he took off on the wind and flew towards the Heavenly Court.

Sun Wukong followed closely behind, somersaulting over the mountains and catching up with Yang Jian in the blink of an eye.

Nezha, riding his Wind Fire Wheels, nimbly weaved between the mountain peaks not far behind the two, sometimes accelerating to overtake, sometimes slowing down to keep up, maintaining a distance from Yang Jian and Sun Wukong, his gaze occasionally glancing at the gem in Yang Jian's hand that emitted a strange light.

The three flew over mountains and rivers, passing through clouds and mist. The scenery along the way became the background in their eyes, all overshadowed by the light of the gem.

The Heavenly Court was right before our eyes, its magnificent palaces gleaming in the sunlight.

"This gem... seems somewhat unusual."

During the flight, Sun Wukong suddenly spoke. While stabilizing himself, he carefully observed the gem in Yang Jian's hand. He casually draped his golden cudgel over his shoulder, but remained vigilant at all times.

He keenly noticed that the light emitted by the gemstone was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if it contained some kind of rhythm.

Nezha noticed this as well. He put away his Wind Fire Wheels, hovered in the air, and spoke with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Yes, I feel like it's... breathing?"

As he spoke, he reached out his finger, wanting to touch the gemstone, but Yang Jian gently stopped him.

Yang Jian slightly turned his body, stopping Nezha's movement. With a gentle swipe of his three-pointed double-edged sword, he separated Nezha's fingers from the gem.

"This gem's energy is unstable..."

Yang Jian's voice was low and cautious.

"We cannot act rashly now."

His tone was calm, but his eyes revealed an unwavering determination that left no room for doubt in his judgment.

The surrounding air was slightly distorted by the energy emitted by the gemstone, as if the air itself was trembling slightly, giving people the illusion of being in a strange space.

(End of this chapter)