Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology - Chapter 474

The dome of the palace soared into the clouds, and the runes on the walls slowly wriggled like living things. The black air condensed into gusts of cold wind in the air, making people's backs cold.

Chen Tianjun was still sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar, surrounded by ghosts. He seemed to be completely immersed in some kind of ritual and unaware of anything in the outside world.

This seems to be his real body, and the one in the prison is a substitute!Sun Wukong's eyes were like torches, and the golden hoop in his hand trembled slightly. The stick emitted a faint golden light, illuminating the cold space in front of him. He whispered to Yang Jian:"Be careful, the black air on this altar is unusual. I'm afraid it is the core arrangement of Chen Tianjun."

Yang Jian nodded, holding the three-pointed, two-edged sword horizontally in front of him, with runes flowing on the blade, faintly revealing a sharp edge. His eyes were cold and his tone was steady:"Great Sage, the runes around this altar seem to be connected to the Yin energy of the Netherworld. If we act rashly, it may provoke a greater counterattack."

Before he finished speaking, he swung the golden cudgel suddenly, and a golden light struck the altar like thunder.

However, before the golden light touched the altar, it was blocked by a thick black aura. With a dull crash, the golden light dissipated instantly, while the black aura remained unchanged.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly. The blade drew a sharp arc and headed straight for the runes on the altar.

However, as soon as the blade approached, the rune suddenly lit up, and a powerful recoil force bounced Yang Jian's blade away, causing his arm to slightly numb.

Yang Jian said in a low voice, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and suddenly inserted the golden cudgel in his hand into the ground. The cudgel shone with golden light, and the surrounding negative energy was forced back by the golden light, forming an invisible barrier.

His eyes were sharp, and there was a hint of disdain in his tone:"Chen Tianjun, your little tricks can't trap me!"

Chen Tianjun on the altar still had his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the existence of Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at him with a serious expression, and said in a low voice:“Great Sage, Chen Tianjun seems to be using the altar to perform some kind of ritual. If we let him complete it, I’m afraid the consequences will be disastrous.”

Sun Wukong nodded, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes:"We can't wait any longer. We must interrupt his ritual as soon as possible."

He suddenly leaped up, and smashed the altar with the force of thunder.

However, the black air around the altar quickly condensed and formed a thick barrier, completely blocking Sun Wukong's attack.

"break!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, and the runes in the Bagua Formation suddenly lit up. The light pierced the black air barrier of the altar like a sharp sword.

The black gas gradually dissipated under the light of the Bagua Formation, but the altar remained stable, without any shake.

Sun Wukong frowned, the golden cudgel in his hand trembled slightly, and the golden light on the cudgel gradually dimmed. He whispered:

Yang Jian's eyes were focused, and his tone was resolute:"Great Sage, perhaps we can start with the runes on the altar. These runes seem to be the core of Chen Tianjun's power. If we can destroy the runes, perhaps we can dismantle his arrangement."

Sun Wukong nodded, his eyes quickly scanning the runes around the altar, a hint of thought flashing in his eyes.

He whispered:"Okay, I'll hold Chen Tianjun back, and you'll be responsible for cracking the rune!"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wukong suddenly rushed towards the altar, and smashed Chen Tianjun with his golden cudgel like a storm.

Yang Jian quickly made a magic gesture, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards the runes on the altar.

As soon as the blade touched the rune, it triggered a strong recoil force, but Yang Jian did not retreat. He turned the blade in his hand slightly, and the light of the rune quickly dimmed.

The runes on the altar were cracked one by one by Yang Jian, and the black air barrier gradually weakened.

At this moment, Chen Tianjun's eyes suddenly opened, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was like a whisper from hell:"Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, you are here as expected."

"Chen Tianjun, your conspiracy has been discovered by us, just surrender!"

Chen Tianjun sneered and suddenly clasped his hands together. The black air around the altar quickly condensed and turned into a huge black vortex, forcing Sun Wukong and Yang Jian to retreat.

"Sun Wukong, do you think you can stop me? This altar contains all my strength. You can't destroy it at all!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Chen Tianjun's voice.

He said coldly:"Chen Tianjun, no matter how strong your black energy is, it cannot resist the power of heaven and earth!"

Yang Jian quickly made a magic gesture and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword violently. The blade drew a brilliant arc and directly shattered the core rune of the altar.

The moment the rune shattered, the black gas on the altar quickly dissipated. Chen Tianjun's face suddenly changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"This is impossible! You can actually break my rune!"

Sun Wukong sneered, and swung the golden cudgel in his hand violently. The golden light turned into a sharp blade and rushed straight towards Chen Tianjun:

"Chen Tianjun, your conspiracy ends here!"

Chen Tianjun suddenly raised his hand, and the black air quickly condensed into a barrier to block Sun Wukong's attack.

His figure gradually became blurred, and turned into countless black air and dissipated in the air, leaving only a cold laugh:

The sound gradually dissipated and peace returned to the palace.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian looked at each other, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

"Chen Tianjun's soul escaped."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone.

"He has escaped deep into the netherworld. We must pursue him as quickly as possible."

Yang Jian clenched his three-pointed double-edged sword, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "Let's go, we must not let him escape!"

Sun Wukong, Nezha and Yang Jian quickly chased into the depths of the underworld. The yin energy around them became increasingly dense, like an endless dark swamp, swallowing up all life.

The ground beneath my feet was slippery and sticky, the air was filled with the smell of decay, and occasionally a few will-o'-the-wisp fires floated in the distance, as if spying on the intruder's every move.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed and he whispered:

"There is a fog made up of countless ghosts ahead. Chen Tianjun's remaining soul is there!"

Nezha gripped the Fire Spear tightly, the flame on the tip of the spear flickered in the darkness, reflecting his stern face:

"This fog is extremely gloomy, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

The three of them quickly approached the fog, and a thick yin energy rushed towards them, as if countless wailing sounds were echoing in their ears.

Sun Wukong raised his hand to signal to stop, then closed his eyes and chanted a spell in a low voice.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and his clairvoyance technique was used. His sight penetrated through layers of fog and reached the depths of the fog.

"The remaining soul of Chen Tianjun is trying to devour an ancient artifact!" There was a hint of urgency in Sun Wukong's tone.

When Nezha heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes:

"This old thief is really not giving up! We have to stop him quickly!"

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes grim:"I'll break the fog, and you guys take the opportunity to rush in!"

He swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly, and the blade cut through the air, slashing towards the fog with a fierce momentum.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel without hesitation. The cudgel glowed with golden light and rushed straight towards the remaining soul of Chen Tianjun in the depths of the fog.

He was extremely fast and reached the target in the blink of an eye.

The golden cudgel smashed towards Chen Tianjun with the force of thunder, trying to interrupt his devouring ritual.

However, the remaining soul of Chen Tianjun suddenly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly formed seals with his hands.

His voice was hoarse and raspy:"Sun Wukong, you really are haunting me!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, the golden cudgel in his hand trembled slightly, and his tone was full of disdain:

"Chen Tianjun, your tricks can't stop me!"

At the same time, Nezha stood at the exit of the fog, swept the Fire Spear across, and the flame at the tip of the spear turned into a fire dragon, burning all the surrounding ghosts to ashes.

When the remaining soul of Chen Tianjun saw this, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He sneered:

"You think you can stop me like this? There are countless ghosts in this fog, you can never kill them all!"

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword again, and the sword light cut through the fog like a silver moon, dispelling more black air.

"Chen Tianjun, your remaining soul has nowhere to escape, just surrender!"

The remaining soul of Chen Tianjun suddenly raised his hand, and the black air quickly condensed into countless ghosts, turning into a huge black vortex, trying to draw the three people into it.

His voice was cold:

"Want to catch me? That's not that easy!"

He whispered:

"Yang Jian, I'll hold him back, you attack from the side!"

Yang Jian nodded, his figure flashed, and he approached Chen Tianjun from the side.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword, with its sharp edge, was heading straight for his remaining soul.

At this moment, Nezha suddenly jumped up, and the fire spear with a blazing flame pierced straight into the remaining soul of Chen Tianjun.

The flames roared in the air, as if they were going to burn all the darkness completely.

Chen Tianjun's residual soul was attacked from three sides, the black air barrier gradually collapsed, and his figure began to become blurred.

"How dare you!!"

Sun Wukong sneered, and swung the golden cudgel in his hand violently. The golden light turned into a sharp blade, and rushed straight to Chen Tianjun's residual soul:"Chen Tianjun, your conspiracy ends here!"

The golden light penetrated the black air, and the remaining soul of Chen Tianjun let out a shrill scream, and his figure completely disappeared in the fog.

As Chen Tianjun's residual soul was destroyed, the negative energy in the fog quickly dissipated and peace returned to the surroundings.

The three of them stood outside the fog and looked at each other, their eyes full of relief.

Nezha let out a long sigh, and the flaming spear in his hand dropped slightly.

Yang Jian put away his three-pointed double-edged sword, glanced around, and said in a calm tone:

"Although the remaining soul of Chen Tianjun has been destroyed, the underworld is filled with extremely yin energy. We must leave as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong nodded, with a hint of depth in his eyes:"Let's go, there are still many things waiting for us to deal with in heaven."

After leaving the Netherworld, the three did not rush back to Heaven, but landed in a desolate valley not far from the Netherworld.

Sun Wukong spoke first, his tone hinting at fatigue, but there was no sign of relaxation on his face.

"There is still yin energy here, so it is not advisable to stay here for long."

He looked around. In the desolate valley, dead branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground. The cold wind was howling, raising gusts of sand and dust.

Nezha gently shook the Fire Spear, and the remaining Netherworld Fire on the tip of the spear quietly extinguished, and he frowned slightly.

"Indeed, this Yin Qi is more stubborn than I imagined."

He looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds and as gloomy as dusk was about to fall.

Yang Jian was silently checking his three-pointed, double-edged sword. The black air on the blade had been cleared away by him, but his expression was still solemn.

He looked up at Sun Wukong and Nezha with sharp eyes.

Sun Wukong stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said:

"The clairvoyant only saw him trying to devour it, but didn't see clearly what the artifact was. The fog deep in the netherworld is difficult for ordinary magical powers to see through. Perhaps..."

He paused and looked at Yang Jian.

Sun Wukong's eyes fell on the geomancer in Yang Jian's hand. The needle trembled slightly, always pointing in a fixed direction.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

Yang Jian also noticed the abnormality of the pointer, and gently moved the runes on the geomancer with his fingers, trying to confirm whether the pointer was pointing accurately.

The pointer remained motionless, still pointing steadily into the depths of the fog.