Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology - Chapter 460

Yang Jian and Nezha looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

The terrain at the bottom of the valley was even narrower, and the rock walls on both sides towered into the clouds, like two huge black barriers surrounding the two people.

The air was filled with a strong evil aura, and even gods like Yang Jian and Nezha felt a vague sense of oppression.

"Be careful, there is too much demonic energy here, I'm afraid it's not just an ordinary demon."

His third eye quietly opened, his gaze penetrated the thick demonic aura, and quickly swept around.

Nezha gripped the broken spear tightly, the flame on the tip of the spear flickered slightly, reflecting his slightly solemn face.

He didn't say anything else, but just took a step and walked towards the bottom of the valley with steady steps.

Yang Jian followed closely behind, his eyes stern, always alert to the movements around him.

Suddenly, not far ahead, a tall altar came into view.

The altar was black, with dense and strange runes engraved on its surface. Each rune emitted a dim light, as if silently telling of some evil power.

A thick evil aura surrounded the altar as if it were real, and low roars could be heard faintly, as if countless vengeful spirits were wandering around the altar.

“It’s indeed the altar!”

He gripped the broken spear tightly, and the flame at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, forcing the surrounding evil spirit back a little.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the runes on the altar, his brows furrowed:

"These runes are the core of evil magic. It seems that Chen Tianjun's accomplices have set up a forbidden formation here. If it is not destroyed in time, the consequences will be disastrous."

"So what are you waiting for? Get started!"

Yang Jian did not stop him, but quickly raised his hand, and the light of his Heavenly Eye suddenly lit up, quickly scanning every rune on the altar, trying to find the weakness in it.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if sensing the flow of energy in the runes.

The flame collided with the altar, making a dull bang. The runes on the altar suddenly lit up, and black air surged out like a tide, directly engulfing Nezha's flame.

Nezha's face changed and he took a step back. The flame from the broken gun in his hand actually became a little weaker at that moment.

Yang Jian let out a low shout, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly. The blade turned into a silver light and hit the rune node of the altar directly.

However, the runes on the altar exploded again, and black gas swept in like a huge wave, directly dissolving Yang Jian's attack.

The black gas did not dissipate, but turned into black shadows and rushed towards the two of them.

Nezha snorted coldly, swung the broken spear violently, and the flames ignited again, directly forcing back the black shadow that was rushing towards him.

Yang Jian calmly took a few steps back, and the light of the Heavenly Eye became brighter.

He quickly locked onto the core rune node of the altar and lightly slid his fingers through the air, as if calculating something.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

"Nezha, hold back the black energy, I will break the formation!"

"Don't worry, leave these black energy to me!"

Nezha moved in response, swinging the broken spear even more fiercely. The flames were like a barrier, firmly controlling the black air around the altar.

His eyes were sharp, his movements were swift and precise, and every shot he fired would push the black energy back a little.

Yang Jian concentrated his mind, and the light of his Heavenly Eye penetrated the runes on the altar and quickly found the core node.

"It's now!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, his figure flashed, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword suddenly stabbed out, and the blade hit the core rune node of the altar directly.

The blade collided with the rune, making a crisp cracking sound, and the power of the altar was instantly weakened.

The black gas was surging wildly at this moment, as if making its final struggle.

"Nezha, the final blow!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly, and slashed down with the three-pointed, double-edged sword. The blade turned into a silver light and hit the core of the altar directly.

The altar completely collapsed under Yang Jian's fierce attack. Huge stones fell down with a loud bang, and the black gas completely dissipated at this moment.

The runes on the altar also dissipated, and the evil spirit in the entire valley quickly dissipated at this moment.

Nezha's broken spear drooped slightly, and the flame on the tip of the spear had gone out.

Yang Jian put away his three-pointed, double-edged sword and glanced around with a cold gaze. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he turned to look at Nezha.

"Finally solved."

Nezha wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tone containing a hint of relief.

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes still stern.

The two quickly left the valley and disappeared into the night.

"The terrain of the valley here is steep. I guess the establishment of this altar is also related to this terrain."

As Yang Jian walked, he observed the rugged mountains around him, his tone calm, yet with a hint of inquiry.

The night was dark and only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the valley.

Nezha followed closely behind Yang Jian, holding the handle of the broken spear tightly in his hand, with traces of burnt marks still remaining on the broken part.

"Yeah, this place is filled with gloomy energy. No wonder monsters breed here."

He responded in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his tone, and unconsciously quickened his pace, trying to close the distance between him and Yang Jian.

They gradually walked out of the valley and came to a relatively flat mountain area.

The moonlight shines through the sparse branches, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Yang Jian stopped and looked up at the starry sky. His eyes were deep and complex, as if he was thinking about something.

He turned around and looked at Nezha.

There was a hint of solemnity in Yang Jian's tone, and a barely perceptible worry between his brows.

He gently stroked the hilt of the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and the blade reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

When Nezha heard Yang Jian's words, his brows frowned slightly and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He clenched the broken gun in his hand, thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke:"It is indeed somewhat different. Although the demonic energy was cold and gloomy before, it was definitely not like this time. It seemed to be gathering and counterattacking with consciousness. Moreover, the runes on the altar... I have never seen them before."

When Nezha heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he obviously realized the seriousness of the matter.

He scratched his head, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone:"You mean... there is someone behind Chen Tianjun?" "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Yang Jian's voice was low, his Heavenly Eye quietly opened, and his eyes swept around, as if looking for some clues.

His fingers gently brushed the blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword, and his tone was calm and firm:"Things are far from being as simple as we thought."

"No matter who is behind this, as long as we brothers work together, we can always solve it!"

Yang Jian glanced at Nezha, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile:

"Your personality hasn't changed. You're always so passionate."

Nezha grinned and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder:

Yang Jian didn't say anything more, but turned around, his eyes becoming stern again:

"Let's go back to Heaven and report this to the Great Sage. No matter who is behind Tianjun Chen, we need more support."

"Okay, listen to you!"

Nezha responded readily, picked up the broken spear, and strode forward.

The magnificent heaven sparkles in the sun, with auspicious clouds swirling and cranes flying, creating a peaceful scene.

The two of them passed through the Heavenly Gate and headed straight for the main hall.

In the hall, Sun Wukong was lazily leaning on the throne, playing with a peach in his hand. When he saw Yang Jian and Nezha coming in, he raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile:

"Oh, you two dear ministers are back? How are things going?"

When Sun Wukong heard this, the smile on his face faded slightly, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes:"Oh? How do you say this?"

Yang Jian told them one by one about the anomalies they found in the valley, including those strange runes and abnormal demonic aura.

His voice was low and clear, and every word was delivered with convincing calmness.

After hearing this, Sun Wukong frowned slightly and threw the peaches in his hand aside:"So, Chen Tianjun is probably just a pawn, and there is a bigger conspiracy behind it?"

Yang Jian nodded, his tone solemn.

Nezha also took a step forward at this time, with a hint of urgency in his tone:

"Great Sage, this matter is of great importance. We must find out the truth as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, then grinned, with a hint of excitement in his eyes:"Hey, this is interesting. Old Sun loves this kind of trouble the most!"

"Okay, in that case, let's investigate and find out who is behind this!"

Yang Jian and Nezha looked at each other, and a hint of relief flashed in their eyes.

With the participation of Sun Wukong, things become more certain.

"However, this matter should not be made public."

"There are many people in the Heavenly Palace, so we have to keep a low profile."

Yang Jian nodded, his tone calm:"What the Great Sage said is absolutely right. We need to investigate secretly to avoid alerting the enemy."

"Okay, then it's settled!"

Sun Wukong clapped his hands, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Nezha held the broken spear tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit:"I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

After discussing for a moment, the three decided to act immediately.

When walking out of the hall, Nezha looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, with auspicious clouds floating in the sky, as if everything was so peaceful.

However, he felt a little uneasy and whispered to Yang Jian:"Brother Yang, I always feel that things won't end so easily."

Hearing this, Nezha's eyes flashed with determination, and he nodded heavily:"Yes, no matter what happens, we will face it together!"

The two men walked forward, their figures gradually lengthening in the sunlight.

At this moment, a low thunder suddenly came from the sky, and a few dark clouds slowly gathered, blocking the originally bright sunshine.

Yang Jian and Nezha stopped at the same time and looked up at the sky.

Yang Jian whispered, and his Heavenly Eye suddenly opened. His gaze penetrated the clouds and scanned the surrounding environment.

Nezha gripped the broken spear tightly, the flame on the tip of the spear flickered slightly, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes:"Brother Yang, what did you find?"

Yang Jian did not answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the depths of the dark clouds, and his expression gradually became solemn:

"Something is approaching..."

"careful!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly, his figure flashed in an instant, and he swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword suddenly. The blade turned into a silver light and hit the black shadow directly.

Nezha was not to be outdone, he swung his broken spear violently, and the flame at the tip of the spear was like a fire dragon, rushing straight towards the black shadow.

The attacks of both men hit the black shadow at the same time. The black shadow let out a sharp scream and instantly turned into black gas and dissipated.

Nezha gritted his teeth and growled, wielding the broken spear even more violently. The flames and black air collided, unleashing a huge impact force.

Yang Jian calmly took a few steps back. The light of his Heavenly Eye became brighter and quickly locked onto the weakness in the black air.

"Nezha, hold them back, I'll break the formation!"

Yang Jian growled, a hint of urgency in his tone.

Nezha moved at the command, wielding the broken spear like a dragon, and the flames firmly controlled the black air around him.

Yang Jian's third eye suddenly lit up, and his gaze penetrated the layers of black air like lightning, quickly locking onto the core of the monster hidden within.

He gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword tightly, the blade trembled slightly, and with a flash of cold light, his figure rushed forward like a ghost.

The blade pointed directly at the core and pierced in with incredible precision. With a shrill roar, the monster's core shattered instantly and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

However, the dark clouds in the sky did not disperse, but rolled even more violently. New black air surged out from the clouds like a tide, quickly covering the surrounding sky.

"Again!"

Nezha snorted coldly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He swung the broken spear in his hand violently, and the flame at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, turning into a fire dragon that rushed straight towards the newly appeared black gas.

(End of this chapter)