Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 403 A vague feeling!

Sun Wukong, Nezha and Yang Jian gathered in the Qitian Palace again, each with a relaxed look on their faces.

The flickering candlelight in the hall shone on the faces of the three people, making them look particularly soft.

Sun Wukong spoke first, with a smile on his face:

"It seems that this operation went smoothly, and the remnants of the old Heavenly Court in the Three Realms have been completely eliminated."

Nezha folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the temple pillar, his eyes gleaming with pride:

"Those guys are so weak, I still don't feel satisfied! Monkey, your cleanup plan really gave me some exercise."

Yang Jian stood aside, his expression still calm, but there was also a hint of relief in his tone:
"Great Sage, this operation was indeed a complete success. Although the remaining forces in the West Sea hid deep, they had nowhere to escape under our strict search."

Afterwards, the three of them summoned all the demons and fairies to gather in the Qitian Palace.

Sun Wukong looked around, his eyes sweeping over all the immortals in the hall, his expression calm and solemn.

He spoke slowly, his voice as loud as a bell:

"Thanks to your concerted efforts, this great cleanup was a complete success. The Three Realms have been at peace since then. Your contributions are indelible. Today, I will take this opportunity to reward those who have made contributions."

Upon hearing this, all the immortals showed joy on their faces and looked at each other with anticipation in their eyes.

Nezha stood aside, still holding the Fire Spear in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, obviously in a very good mood.

He took a step forward and said loudly:

"Monkey, since it's such a happy occasion, why don't you have a banquet to celebrate? Wouldn't it be great to get drunk?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong laughed and waved his hand, saying:
"Good! This is exactly what I want. Come, prepare a banquet immediately. We will celebrate our victory in the Qitian Palace tonight!"

All the immortals responded in unison, and the hall suddenly became lively.

Yang Jian stood there, his brows slightly frowned, his expression still calm.

He took a step forward, clasped his fists and said:

"Great Sage, although this cleanup has come to an end, I still have a lot of matters to deal with in the Supervisory Office. I am afraid I will not be able to attend the banquet tonight. Please allow me to leave first."

Sun Wukong glanced at Yang Jian, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said:
"Yang Jian, you have always been conscientious and responsible. The affairs of the Supervisory Office cannot be neglected. Since you have important tasks to attend to, you should go first."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, then turned and left the Qitian Palace with steady but quick steps.

Nezha looked at Yang Jian's departing back, curled his lips, and said with a hint of ridicule:

"This Yang Jian is so rigid that he even refused to attend the celebration banquet. It's really boring."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong just smiled and did not respond. Instead, he began to arrange the details of the banquet.

He ordered his men to prepare fine wine and delicious food, and to make sure that tonight's banquet would be grand and lively.

All the demons and fairies dispersed and went back to prepare, waiting for the evening gathering.

As night falls, the Qitian Hall is brightly lit, and the flickering candlelight illuminates the hall's gorgeous decorations.

All the immortals gathered together, and laughter and joy could be heard everywhere.

The table is filled with fine wine and delicious food, the aroma is everywhere, making people salivate.

Sun Wukong sat in the main seat, holding a wine glass, and glanced at the immortals in the hall with a gentle yet majestic expression.

He raised his glass and said loudly:
"Today we gather together to celebrate the complete peace in the Three Realms. I have remembered your contributions. Here, I will first reward the meritorious officials!"

After saying this, Sun Wukong read out the names of those who had made contributions one by one and personally toasted them.

All the immortals stood up, took the wine glasses, and their faces were full of smiles.

Sun Wukong's voice echoed in the hall, and every word of reward brought cheers.

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly tense. All the immortals raised their glasses to drink together, and there was constant laughter and joy as they toasted each other.

After three rounds of drinking, Sun Wukong's cheeks turned slightly red, but his eyes were still clear.

He slowly stood up, walked out of the hall with steady steps, and looked up at the starry sky.

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the moonlight shone on his body, reflecting a cool glow.

Sun Wukong stood quietly outside the temple, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and a sense of inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart.

He murmured in a low voice:

"The Three Realms are at peace...but why do I always feel that there are some hidden dangers that I haven't noticed yet?"

The night wind blew gently, lifting the corners of his clothes. Sun Wukong stood outside the temple, gazing at the starry sky, without moving for a long time.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath. The cool breeze at night brought a hint of coolness, which dissipated some of his drunkenness.

He raised his hand and rubbed his brow, trying to dispel the lingering uneasiness in his heart.

In the distance, the Qitian Hall was still bustling with noise, the sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras mixed with the laughter of the immortals floating in the night sky.

"Great Sage, it's late at night, you should go back to the palace."

A heavenly soldier in silver armor walked behind Sun Wukong and said respectfully.

He clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and there was a hint of concern in his tone.

Sun Wukong turned around, glanced at the diligent heavenly soldier, and shook his head slightly:
"It's okay. I'll stay a little longer."

His gaze turned to the starry sky again. In the deep night sky, the stars were twinkling, as if hiding countless secrets.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was unwilling to return to the temple, the heavenly soldiers quietly stepped aside and guarded behind him.

Sun Wukong's gaze moved from the starry sky to the rolling mountains in the distance, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He always felt that there was something he had overlooked, but he couldn't figure it out.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, like a thorn in his heart, causing a dull pain.

"Monkey, what's on your mind?"

A familiar voice sounded behind me.

Sun Wukong turned around and saw Nezha had come to his side at some point. He looked at Sun Wukong with a questioning look in his eyes.

Sun Wukong sighed slightly and said:

"I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it."

He raised his hand and patted his chest, his brows furrowed.

Nezha followed Sun Wukong's gaze and looked into the distance. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Is the Great Sage still worried that there are remnants left?"

He placed the flaming spear on the ground, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked up at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong shook his head:
"During this large-scale cleanup, we have already turned the three realms upside down. Even if there are still remnants, they will not be able to make a difference."

He paused and added:
"That's not what I'm worried about."

After a brief thought, Nezha asked:

"What is the Great Sage worried about?"

He tilted his head slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Sun Wukong did not answer directly, but asked back:
"Do you think this cleanup went too smoothly?"

Nezha was stunned when he heard this, and then fell into deep thought. He carefully recalled the process of this cleanup, and it was indeed as Sun Wukong said, it went extremely smoothly, even to the point of being unbelievable.

"It seems... it went a little too smoothly."

Nezha said in a low voice, his brows slightly furrowed and his eyes flickering.

Sun Wukong stood outside the Qitian Palace, the night wind blew up his robe, making it rustle.

His gaze still stayed on the depths of the starry sky, his brows slightly furrowed, and there was a faint sense of uneasiness surging in his heart. He subconsciously clenched the golden cudgel in his hand, exerting a little force with his fingertips.

"Monkey, you are absolutely right. This cleanup went so smoothly that it made me feel uneasy."

Nezha's voice came from behind, with a hint of alertness in his tone.

He walked to the side of Sun Wukong, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked straight into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

Sun Wukong did not respond, but just nodded slightly, his eyes still deep.

His mind kept replaying every detail of the crackdown - from the distribution of the strongholds of the remnants of the old Heavenly Court to every aspect of the battle, it all seemed too coincidental.

They broke through every enemy stronghold almost without hindrance, without even encountering the slightest bit of decent resistance.

This was very different from his previous understanding of the remnants of the old Heavenly Court.

"Could it be that... someone is controlling all this behind the scenes?"

Sun Wukong murmured softly, his voice sounding particularly low in the night wind.

Nezha raised his eyebrows, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes:
"You mean, someone is secretly guiding us, making us think that we have completely wiped out the remnants of the old Heavenly Court?"

Sun Wukong did not answer directly, but slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Countless scenes flashed through his mind quickly - the details of the battle, the enemy's reactions, and even those clues that they had overlooked.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes sharply, his gaze blazing:

"No, this is all too deliberate. We were led onto a path that was designed long ago."

Upon hearing this, Nezha's face darkened and he clenched the Fire Spear in his hand:
"If that's the case, who are the people behind this? What's their purpose in doing this?"

Sun Wukong shook his head:
"I don't know either, but we must not take it lightly. I always feel that this matter is far from as simple as it seems."

Nezha patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder, with a hint of concern in his tone:
"Monkey, don't think too much. Maybe you're just being overly suspicious. Since you're not sure, let's check it out again to see if there are any clues we've missed."

Sun Wukong nodded, but the worry between his brows did not dissipate.

He looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and whispered:

"Please go back to the palace. I want to be alone for a while."

Nezha hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded:
"Okay, don't stand there for too long. You've been busy for so long. Go back and rest early."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the Qitian Palace, but his steps were much heavier than when he came here.

Sun Wukong watched Nezha's back disappear at the gate of the palace, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

He looked down at the golden cudgel in his hand, and gently rubbed his fingertips on the golden hoop, as if looking for some invisible power.

After a moment, he looked up at the starry sky and whispered to himself:

"No matter who is behind this, I must get to the bottom of it."

He raised his hand, waved it gently, and called out in a low voice:

"Someone is coming."

As he finished speaking, a dark figure flashed out from the darkness, knelt in front of him, and bowed his head respectfully:
"The Great Sage."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, his tone low and firm:
"Take a few people with you and secretly investigate the remaining movements of the remnants of the old Heavenly Court, especially those strongholds that have been wiped out by us. Remember, don't alert the enemy, and report any findings immediately."

The shadow responded respectfully:
"Yes, Great Sage."

Then his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

Sun Wukong watched his confidant leave, but the doubts in his heart did not ease in the slightest.

He turned and looked towards the Qitian Hall. The lights in the hall were still bright, and the sounds of laughter and joy could be heard from everywhere, forming a sharp contrast with his mood.

He took a deep breath, raised his foot and walked into the hall.

As he stepped into the hall, he was a little uncomfortable with the lively atmosphere.

The immortals raised their glasses and drank, with laughter and joy ringing in the ears.

Sun Wukong stood at the door, his eyes sweeping over everyone in the hall, his face still had that calm and indifferent expression, but there was an imperceptible solemnity in his eyes.

"Seventh brother, why did you just come back?"

The voice of the Bull Demon King came from the center of the hall. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, his face was a little drunk, but his eyes were still sharp.

He strode to Sun Wukong's side and patted his shoulder:

"Come on, have a drink, and don't look so worried all the time."

Sun Wukong took the wine glass and took a sip. The wine tasted spicy, but it eased the uneasiness in his heart a little.

He looked up at Nezha and said calmly:

"I was just wondering if we have more things to deal with after tonight's feast."

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King smiled:
"Seventh brother, you just think too much. We have already wiped out the remnants of the old forces of the Heavenly Court, and the Three Realms are at peace. Now it's time to enjoy the fruits of victory."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly and said nothing more, but his eyes still swept slowly around the hall, as if looking for something.

After a moment, he put down his wine glass, turned and walked out of the hall.

"Seventh brother, where are you going now?"

The Bull Demon King's voice sounded behind him, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Sun Wukong paused and said without turning his head:
"I'll go to the library and look for some classics in case I need them."

Nezha frowned:

"What are you doing in the library at this time of night?"

Sun Wukong did not answer, but just waved his hand and walked out of the Qitian Palace.

His back cast a long shadow in the moonlight, making him look particularly lonely.

The Sixth Saint stood at the entrance of the temple, watching Sun Wukong's back gradually disappear into the night, frowning slightly and muttering in a low voice:

"This guy, why is he so weird today?"

Sun Wukong walked all the way to the Heavenly Palace Library, pushed open the door, and walked into the hall filled with classics.

His eyes swept across the bookshelves, his fingertips gently running across the ancient scrolls, as if trying to find some clues from them.

He whispered to himself:
"What secrets are hidden behind the remnants of the old Heavenly Court?"

He pulled out an ancient scroll from the bookshelf, gently unfolded it, and let his eyes wander over the densely packed text, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

After a moment, he closed the scroll and whispered:

"It seems that I have to go and check it out myself."

He put the scroll back to its original place, turned around and walked out of the library, looking up at the night sky, with a hint of determination in his eyes:
"No matter who is behind this, I will not let them succeed."

After saying this, he disappeared into the night in a flash.

(End of this chapter)