Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 439

Yang Jian handed the intelligence scroll in his hand to Sun Wukong, with a serious look between his brows.

He stood in the center of the Qitian Palace, his eyes were like torches, and his voice was deep and slow:
"Monkey, this is the clue I brought back from the Nether Palace base. The escape route of the Nether Palace has become clear. They are very likely hiding near the former site of the Nether Palace in the underworld."

Sun Wukong took the scroll, glanced through it quickly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

His slender fingertips tapped lightly on the scroll, and then he looked up at Yang Jian:
"This operation must be swift and covert. We must not alert the enemy. You must immediately mobilize the heavenly soldiers and generals to head to the site of the Netherworld Palace in the Underworld and conduct a carpet search."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his eyes showing determination:

"I'm ready and can go at any time."

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Yang Jian, the key to this operation is secrecy. The remaining forces of the Nether Palace cannot be underestimated, so you must act with caution. If you find anything unusual, report it immediately."

Yang Jian clenched the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand and spoke in a steady voice:
"clear."

He turned and left the Qitian Palace, quickly summoning all the heavenly generals.

A moment later, hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals were ready to go and stood solemnly in the square.

Yang Jian stood on the high platform, his eyes swept over the crowd, and his voice was loud and clear:
"The goal of this operation is clear - search the area within a thousand miles around the site of the Netherworld Palace. Report any suspicious signs immediately."

The heavenly soldiers and generals responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth. Yang Jian nodded slightly, then waved his hand and gave the order:

"set off!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals quickly dispersed, transformed into several streams of light, and headed straight for the former site of the Netherworld Palace in the underworld.

Near the former site of the Netherworld Palace in the Underworld, cold winds were blowing and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

The heavenly soldiers dispersed and began to search every inch of land carefully.

Their figures appeared particularly solemn and murderous in the darkness, and the magic weapons in their hands emitted cold light in the air.

Yang Jian stood in front of a ruined palace, frowning slightly.

He raised his hand and gently touched the crack on the wall, feeling the remaining netherworld power.

He glanced around and then whispered to the general beside him:

"This was once the core area of ​​the Netherworld Palace. Search carefully and don't miss any clues."

The heavenly general nodded in agreement and then led several heavenly soldiers deep into the temple.

Soon, a heavenly soldier came hurriedly, holding a broken magic weapon in his hand, and handed it to Yang Jian respectfully:

"Master, we found some buried corpses and magical instruments in the ruins. Take a look."

Yang Jian took the magic weapon and examined it carefully. It was a broken black sword, with strange runes engraved all over the blade, exuding a strong underworld aura.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently stroked the blade with his fingers, feeling the evil power in it.

"These corpses and magic tools were left behind when we escaped from the Nether Palace."

Yang Jian muttered to himself, then looked at the heavenly soldier.

"Keep searching and make sure to find more clues."

The heavenly soldiers left in response, while Yang Jian stood where he was, frowning.

He knew clearly that the remnants of the Nether Palace were secretly plotting a new conspiracy. If it was not stopped in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

A moment later, another general arrived, holding a scroll in his hand, with a serious look on his face:

"Master, we found a passage leading underground deep in the ruins. The entrance to the passage was buried very deep. It would be impossible to find it without a careful search."

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he quickly took the scroll and unfolded it.

The scroll records in detail the entrance location of the passage and the surrounding sealing runes.

He nodded slightly, and said in a low voice:

"This passage is most likely the escape route of the Nether Palace. Take your men to seal the entrance immediately. I will go down to investigate first."

The heavenly general nodded in agreement and quickly led the heavenly soldiers to the entrance of the passage.

Yang Jian tightly grasped the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and with a flash of light, he turned into a stream of light and rushed straight into the underground passage.

The passage was dark, and a chilly atmosphere filled the air. Yang Jian's fingers gently stroked the hilt of the knife, and his eyes scanned the surroundings.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage are engraved with strange runes, faintly revealing the power of the underworld.

He walked steadily and quickly into the passage.

As he moved forward, the passage gradually widened and a faint light flickered ahead.

Yang Jian was alert and raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand slightly. A golden light shone on the blade, dispelling some of the darkness.

Soon, he came to a spacious underground hall.

In the center of the hall stood a huge altar of the underworld, surrounded by countless strange magical instruments and corpses, and the air was filled with a strong breath of the underworld.

A hint of coldness flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, and he whispered to himself:

"Sure enough, the remnants of the Nether Palace are hiding here."

He quickly looked around and found that several members of the Nether Palace were talking in low voices in the corner of the hall, and they were obviously unaware of his arrival.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer, and then his figure flashed, and he appeared behind the members of the Netherworld Palace like a ghost.

"You hid it well enough."

Yang Jian's voice was low and cold, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword was already against the throat of a member of the Netherworld Palace.

The members of the Netherworld Palace were horrified and turned around hastily, holding black magic tools with fierce looks on their faces:

"Yang Jian! How dare you break into our base!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and pressed the blade forward slightly:
"How dare the remnants of the Netherworld Palace be so arrogant?"

The member of the Netherworld Palace shouted angrily and swung the black magic weapon in his hand violently, aiming directly at Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian's figure flashed, the blade swept across, and the black air dissipated.

His steps were steady and his sword gleamed like a rainbow, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

At the same time, the footsteps of heavenly soldiers and generals were heard outside the passage.

A hint of coldness flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, and he immediately gave a loud order:

"Everyone, attack immediately!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals quickly rushed into the hall, swords flashing and sabers flying, and engaged in a fierce battle with the members of the Netherworld Palace.

Yang Jian's body was as fast as lightning, rushing straight to the altar, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly stabbed into the core of the altar.

The runes on the altar suddenly lit up, and the power of the underworld surged wildly, trying to stop Yang Jian's attack.

However, Yang Jian turned the blade, golden light became stronger, the runes shattered, and the core of the altar collapsed instantly.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Netherworld Palace exclaimed:

"Oh no! The altar is destroyed!"

Yang Jian sneered and swept his blade across, forcing back the surrounding enemies:
"The conspiracy of the Nether Palace ends here!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals quickly gained the upper hand, and the members of the Nether Palace were defeated one after another.

Yang Jian stood in the center of the altar. The netherworld power around him gradually dissipated, and the black air in the hall also receded.

He glanced coldly at the remaining members of the Nether Palace, the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand still firmly held, the golden light on the blade flickering, reflecting his resolute face.

"You have nowhere to escape."

Yang Jian's voice was low and cold, without any emotion in his tone. His eyes were like torches, staring directly at the members of the Netherworld Palace who were already retreating step by step.

These former elite members of the Nether Palace were now like ants, unable to resist him.

A member of the Nether Palace gritted his teeth, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, but he still tried to make a final struggle.

He suddenly waved the black magic weapon in his hand and roared:
"Yang Jian! Don't be complacent! The Netherworld Palace will never perish like this! Our Palace Master... will never let you go!"

"Palace Master?"

Yang Jian sneered, and pressed the blade in his hand forward slightly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"He is just a coward who hides his head and shows his tail. If he is really brave, why doesn't he show up in person?"

The member of the Netherworld Palace was intimidated by Yang Jian's aura, his fingers trembled slightly, and the black gas on the magic weapon gradually dissipated.

He knew that he had no chance of survival, but he still tried hard not to fall.

Yang Jian stopped talking nonsense with him, and swung his blade down suddenly. The black magic weapon shattered and the member of the Netherworld Palace fell to the ground.

Yang Jian turned around and looked at the other remaining members of the Netherworld Palace and said coldly:

"Put down the magic weapon, and those who surrender will be spared death."

The remaining members of the Nether Palace looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and struggle.

They knew that continued resistance would only lead to death.

Finally, someone took the lead in putting down the magic weapon in his hand, kneeling on the ground, and bowing his head to admit defeat.

Others followed suit, and in an instant, only Yang Jian and a group of captives were left in the hall.

"Take all the prisoners back to heaven and interrogate them strictly!"

Yang Jian waved his hand to signal the heavenly soldiers to come forward, and they quickly tied up the captives and prepared to escort them back to heaven.

At this moment, a general came running over, holding a scroll in his hand, with a serious look on his face:

"True Lord, we found a secret room under the altar. There are many secret documents of the Nether Palace in it, which seem to involve their mastermind."

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He immediately took the scroll and quickly browsed through it.

The scroll records in detail many secret operations of the Nether Palace and even mentions the hiding place of the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Sure enough, the mastermind behind the Nether Palace has not been arrested yet."

Yang Jian muttered to himself, then looked up at the heavenly general.

"Immediately bring this scroll back to heaven and give it to Sun Wukong. Have him personally interrogate these captives and make sure to dig out more clues about the mastermind behind this."

The general nodded in agreement and quickly left with the scroll.

Yang Jian stood in the middle of the hall, looking deeply towards the altar.

He knew that although the remnants of the Nether Palace had been wiped out, the real mastermind behind the scenes was still at large.

If it is not completely eradicated, the threat of the Nether Palace will still exist.

A moment later, Yang Jian led the heavenly soldiers and generals to escort the captives back to heaven.

Along the way, he looked solemn, and he had secretly made up his mind that no matter what, he would completely eradicate the remaining forces of the Nether Palace.

After returning to Heaven, Yang Jian handed the captives over to the Law Enforcement Department and then went to the Qitian Hall to report the situation to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong sat on the main throne in the Qitian Hall, flipping through the scroll he brought back from the secret room in the Netherworld Hall.

Seeing Yang Jian coming in, he raised his head slightly, with a look of approval in his eyes:

"Yang Jian, this operation was well done. These captives and scrolls are important clues."

Yang Jian nodded, his voice low:
"Monkey, the mastermind behind the Nether Palace has not been arrested yet. We must act as soon as possible."

A hint of coldness flashed across Sun Wukong's eyes, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the scroll:

"Yes, I have learned the hiding place of the mastermind from the captives. He is hiding deep in the Nether Mountain and seems to be planning a new conspiracy."

"Netherworld Mountain?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

"The terrain there is steep and difficult to defend. If we act rashly, there may be risks."

Sun Wukong chuckled, his eyes deep:

"It's okay. I will go with you personally. The remnants of the Nether Palace must not be left alive!"

Yang Jian nodded, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes:
"In that case, we must set off immediately and not give him a chance to catch his breath."

The two quickly left the Qitian Palace and headed straight for Netherworld Mountain.

Along the way, they were moving at an extremely fast speed, and in a flash they had arrived at the foot of the Netherworld Mountain.

The Nether Mountain was shrouded in thick black fog, with gusts of cold wind, as if a huge gate to the underworld stood between heaven and earth.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the top of the mountain, both with a solemn look in their eyes.

"The Netherworld energy here is even denser than that of the underworld."

Yang Jian whispered, raising the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand slightly, and the golden light on the blade dispelled some of the black fog.

Sun Wukong nodded, his eyes deep:

"It seems that the mastermind behind the Netherworld Palace has indeed arranged a lot of tricks here."

"Monkey, let's split into two groups. You charge in from the front, and I'll attack from the side. We must capture the mastermind in one fell swoop."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes:
"Okay, then we'll meet at the top of the mountain."

The two men quickly separated, and Yang Jian flashed and disappeared into the black fog like a ghost, approaching the top of the mountain from the flank.

Sun Wukong strode up the mountain path, slightly raising the golden cudgel in his hand. The cudgel glowed with golden light, forcing back the surrounding black fog.

His eyes were stern and his steps were steady, each step carrying the force of thunder.

Soon, Yang Jian sneaked to the top of the mountain quietly from the flank.

He stood behind a hidden rock, his eyes scanning everything on the top of the mountain.

In the center of the mountain top stands a huge altar of the underworld. The altar is covered with strange runes and the air is filled with a strong breath of the underworld.

Below the altar, a mysterious man in a black robe was talking in a low voice to several members of the Netherworld Palace with his back to Yang Jian, seemingly arranging something.

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand was slightly raised, and the golden light on the blade flickered.

He approached quietly, his footsteps as light as a cat, without making any sound.

Just as he was about to approach the altar, the mysterious man in black robe suddenly turned around and stared directly at Yang Jian's hiding place.

"Yang Jian, you are here as expected."

The voice of the mysterious man in black robe was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Yang Jian sneered, and in a flash, he appeared above the altar like a ghost, with his three-pointed, double-edged sword pointing directly at the black-robed man's throat:

"The coward who hid his head but showed his tail finally showed up!"

The man in black robe raised his skinny hand and waved it lightly. The runes on the altar suddenly lit up. The dark blue light flickered like a ghost fire, and the entire altar was instantly shrouded in the power of the underworld.

Black mist poured out from the rune and quickly condensed into a thick black barrier, blocking the black-robed man.

"Yang Jian, do you think you can shake my Netherworld Palace with your own strength?"

The black-robed man's voice was cold and harsh, with a hint of mockery.

(End of this chapter)