Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 438

The underworld official motioned to Sun Wukong and Yang Jian to follow him, and turned to a secluded corner behind the hall.

Yang Jian followed behind Sun Wukong, scanning the surrounding environment with a cold gaze. His fingers unconsciously stroked the three-pointed, double-edged sword at his waist. The cold touch of the handle kept him alert.

The official from the underworld walked up to a seemingly ordinary stone wall and gently pressed his palm on a certain position on the wall. The stone wall slowly moved, revealing a dim passage.

There were gusts of cold wind in the passage, as if countless resentful souls were whispering in it.

The official from the underworld turned around and looked at the two of them, with a faint smile on his face:

"Please follow me, both of you. Here are some things that may be helpful to your investigation."

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

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, signaling Yang Jian to follow.

The two men stepped into the passage, and the stone walls behind them slowly closed, completely enclosing them in this deep underground space.

The light in the passage was dim, with only a few ghostly green ghost lights floating on both sides, making people's faces look eerie.

The official from the underworld walked in front, his steps light, as if he was very familiar with this place. As he walked, he whispered:
"The power of the Nether Palace in the underworld is complex and many officials of the underworld are involved with them. Even the Judge Palace has to act with caution."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly and stared at the back of the official from the underworld with a sharp gaze:
"In that case, why didn't they expose their actions earlier?"

The official from the underworld chuckled, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:

"You don't know, the power of the Nether Palace is too huge. If we act rashly, we will only alert the enemy. We can only collect evidence in secret and wait for the right opportunity."

Yang Jian said no more, but he began to doubt the words of the underworld official.

His fingers tightened slightly, and the patterns on the hilt seemed to be engraved into his palm.

After walking for about half a cup of tea, a huge stone door appeared in front of the passage.

The stone door was engraved with complex runes, which faintly exuded a cold and chilling aura. The underworld official stopped and turned to look at the two people:

"This is one of the entrances to the Nether Palace, but to enter, you need to unlock this seal."

Yang Jian's eyes fixed as he carefully examined the runes on the stone gate.

Those runes exuded a strange power, as if warning anyone who tried to break in.

Sun Wukong took a step forward, lightly touched the rune with his fingers, and frowned slightly:
"This power...doesn't seem to be an ordinary seal."

The official from the underworld nodded, with a hint of pride in his tone:

"This seal was set by the Lord of the Netherworld Palace himself. It cannot be broken without special means."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian had already keenly sensed something strange in the air.

He glanced at the official from the underworld and found that his fingers were trembling slightly, as if he was secretly making some gestures.

Yang Jian's heart was filled with alarm, and he immediately whispered to Sun Wukong:

"careful!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong quickly took a step back and stared at the official in the underworld with a sharp gaze.

At the same time, the runes on the stone door suddenly lit up, a cold aura instantly spread, and the ghost fire in the passage swayed wildly, as if it would go out at any time.

The official from the underworld raised his lips slightly, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes:
"You two, since you insist on investigating the Netherworld Palace, then stay here!"

Before he finished speaking, the stone door burst open, and dozens of members of the Netherworld Palace wearing black cloaks filed out, holding magical weapons emitting black energy in their hands, and quickly surrounded the two men.

The air in the passage froze instantly, and the cold atmosphere made it almost impossible to breathe.

Yang Jian sneered, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath. A golden light flashed on the blade, dispelling some of the darkness.

He stared at the underworld official with a sharp gaze:

"Sure enough, you are also from the Netherworld Palace!"

The official from the underworld no longer concealed his true feelings, and a hideous smile appeared on his face:

"Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, do you think that you two can shake the Nether Palace? You are too naive!"

A hint of coldness flashed across Sun Wukong's eyes, and he quietly clenched the golden cudgel in his hand:
"Stop talking nonsense. Since you guys came to our door, don't blame us for being rude!"

Yang Jian said no more. He flashed and rushed towards the members of the Netherworld Palace like lightning.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a golden arc in the air and went straight for the opponent's throat.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Netherworld Palace snorted coldly and swung the black magic weapon in their hands violently. A black barrier instantly condensed in front of them, blocking Yang Jian's blade.

The knife light collided with the black gas, causing a sharp explosion, and the air was filled with strong fluctuations of magic power.

Yang Jian spun around, and the blade quickly cut through the black air. His steps were steady and his eyes were as sharp as torches.

He knew that the enemy before him should not be underestimated and he had to go all out.

At the same time, Sun Wukong also wielded his golden cudgel and engaged several members of the Nether Palace.

The golden hoop left countless afterimages in the air, and each strike was as powerful as thunder, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

However, the members of the Nether Palace were numerous and strong, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

The battle in the passage became more and more intense. Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, will-o'-the-wisp fires swayed wildly, reflecting the hideous faces of both sides.

While fighting with the opponent, Yang Jian secretly observed the surrounding environment.

He found that the walls on both sides of the passage were engraved with dense runes. These runes were emitting faint light, as if they were activating some kind of magic circle.

"Oh no! They are stalling for time and preparing to activate the magic circle!"

Yang Jian was startled and immediately shouted to Sun Wukong:

"Monkey, retreat quickly! They are trying to trap us with a magic circle!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong quickly forced back the enemies around him and in a flash, he had retreated to Yang Jian's side.

He glanced around with a cold gaze, and raised the golden hoop in his hand slightly:
"Once this magic circle is activated, I'm afraid we will be in a passive position."

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes sharp:
"We must find a way to destroy the core of the magic circle, otherwise we will not be able to escape."

While the two were discussing, the offensive of the Nether Palace members became more and more fierce.

The black magic weapons in their hands were constantly waving, and the cold aura coiled around them like a poisonous snake, trying to trap the two men completely.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand down suddenly. The blade cut through the black air and went straight to the opponent's vital point.

At the same time, Sun Wukong swung the golden cudgel in his hand again, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

"go!"

Yang Jian shouted softly, and the two of them quickly rushed to the exit of the passage.

However, the runes in the passage were glowing brighter and brighter, and it was obvious that the magic circle was about to be activated.

Just when the two were about to rush out of the passage, the stone door slammed shut, completely trapping the two in the passage.

A cold light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and the golden hoop in his hand turned slightly, and the stick was shining with golden light. He sneered:
"Can a mere stone gate stop me?"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his stick, a golden light flashed like a rainbow, and the stone door instantly broke into pieces, with debris flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the official from the underworld suddenly changed his expression, stepped back a few steps, and shouted:
"Quick! Stop them!" Upon hearing this, the members of the Netherworld Palace waved their black magic weapons and pounced towards the two men.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand down suddenly. The blade drew a golden arc of light and went straight to the opponent's throat.

The members of the Netherworld Palace hurriedly waved their magic weapons to resist, but the moment the sword light collided with the black air, the black air was actually split apart by the golden light, and he retreated repeatedly in horror.

Sun Wukong's figure flashed, and his golden cudgel drew countless afterimages in the air. Each strike was as powerful as thunder, forcing the members of the Netherworld Palace to retreat step by step.

However, the light of the magic circle in the passage was getting brighter and brighter, and the runes were flashing continuously, which was obviously a sign that it was about to be activated.

Yang Jian glanced around and found that there was a huge magic circle core engraved on the stone wall at the end of the passage, which was the key to the entire magic circle.

He immediately shouted to Sun Wukong:
"Monkey, the core of the magic circle is over there. I'm going to destroy it. You help me hold them back!"

Sun Wukong nodded, and swung the golden cudgel in his hand violently. The shadow of the cudgel was like a mountain, forcing several members of the Nether Palace to retreat:

"Don't worry, they can't get through with me here!"

Yang Jian no longer hesitated, his body was as fast as lightning, and he rushed straight to the core of the magic circle.

When the underworld official saw this, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly made hand gestures and chanted an incantation. The runes in the passage suddenly lit up, and a cold aura instantly spread. Several black chains emerged from all directions, heading straight for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sneered, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand violently. The blade swept across, and the black chain broke.

He did not stop and in the blink of an eye he had rushed to the core of the magic circle and stabbed the core with his blade.

At this moment, a powerful recoil force suddenly erupted from the core of the magic circle, knocking him back several steps.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, secretly shocked:
"This magic circle is so powerful!"

He took a deep breath, raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand again, a golden light flashed on the blade, and suddenly slashed towards the core of the magic circle.

This time, the core of the magic circle made a crisp shattering sound, and the light of the rune suddenly dimmed.

At the same time, the magic circle in the entire passage began to collapse, the light of the runes gradually went out, and the passage returned to its original darkness.

Upon seeing this, the official from the underworld turned pale and cried out:

"No! How dare you destroy the magic circle!"

Yang Jian sneered, his eyes were like torches:

"You dare to try to trap us with just a magic circle? The Nether Palace's tricks are nothing more than this!"

Sun Wukong laughed and said:
"Yang Jian, well done! Next, it's their turn!"

The two men worked in perfect harmony and quickly rushed towards the members of the Netherworld Palace, with the flashes of swords and sticks interweaving, forcing the other side to retreat step by step.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the officials in the underworld hurriedly made hand gestures and chanted incantations, trying to activate the magic circle again.

However, Yang Jian had already noticed his movements. He flashed and appeared in front of him like a ghost, with his three-pointed, double-edged sword pointed directly at his throat:

"Still want to play tricks?"

The official in the underworld suddenly changed his expression, his fingers trembled slightly, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead:
"Yang Jian, you... don't mess around! I'm an official of the underworld! If you dare to touch me, the underworld will never let you go!"

Yang Jian sneered and pressed the blade forward slightly:
"Really? What kind of person is that lackey of the Nether Palace?"

The official in the underworld was intimidated by his aura and subconsciously took a step back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

However, at this moment, he suddenly took out a black talisman from his sleeve and quickly crushed it.

The talisman turned into a black light and instantly enveloped him.

A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword slashed down suddenly, and the black light shattered.

However, the figure of the underworld official had disappeared, leaving only his smug laughter in the air:
"Yang Jian, Sun Wukong! Do you think you can catch me like this? The power of the Nether Palace is beyond your imagination! Hahahaha!"

Sun Wukong frowned and snorted coldly:
"This guy escaped quickly."

Yang Jian put away his blade, his eyes grim:

"It doesn't matter. Even if he escapes, the Netherworld Palace stronghold in this passage has been destroyed by us. They will not be able to cause trouble in the short term."

Sun Wukong nodded and then asked:

"Yang Jian, how is your injury?"

Yang Jian lowered his head and glanced at the marks on his arm caused by the black energy, and said calmly:

"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

Sun Wukong walked up to him, carefully checked the wound, and frowned slightly:

"This black gas is poisonous. If it is not dealt with in time, it may cause greater trouble."

After he finished speaking, he took out a pill from his bosom and handed it to Yang Jian:

"Take it, it can detoxify you."

Yang Jian took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation. Then he sat cross-legged and began to practice internal energy to heal his wounds.

Sun Wukong stood beside him, looking around vigilantly to prevent any sneak attack from the remnants of the Nether Palace.

After a moment, Yang Jian exhaled a breath, slowly opened his eyes, and the paleness on his face had mostly faded away.

He stood up, stretched his arms, and nodded.
"Monkey, this medicine is quite effective. The wound is no longer serious."

Sun Wukong smiled slightly:
"That's good, let's get out of here quickly, the passage may collapse at any time."

Yang Jian nodded, and the two of them quickly ran towards the exit of the passage.

Just as they were about to rush out of the passage, the stone walls in the passage suddenly collapsed, stones fell one after another, and the entire passage began to collapse.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he swung the golden cudgel in his hand suddenly. A golden light like a rainbow split the fallen rocks and opened up a passage.

"go!"

He let out a low roar and rushed out of the passage with Yang Jian.

The moment the two rushed out of the passage, the stone wall behind them collapsed, and the entire underground space instantly turned into ruins.

Yang Jian stood in front of the ruins, his eyes grim:

"The base of the Netherworld Palace has been destroyed, but this is just the beginning. Their mastermind has not yet been caught."

Sun Wukong nodded, his tone firm:

"It doesn't matter. We will catch them all sooner or later."

After he said that, he turned and left, and Yang Jian followed closely behind him. The two of them gradually disappeared in the distance.

The two came to a relatively open valley with flat terrain and a wide view, which was suitable for healing and rest.

Yang Jian leaned against a huge rock, took off the cloth wrapped around the wound, and carefully examined the wound on his arm. The wound had begun to scab over, but was slightly red and swollen.

"Fortunately, it's just a superficial wound, nothing serious."

Yang Jian talked to himself in a relaxed tone. He moved his arms lightly, feeling the soreness in his muscles, and a barely perceptible trace of fatigue appeared on his face.

After that, the two returned to the Heavenly Palace together, called Nezha together, and began to discuss the situation...

(End of this chapter)