Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 440

A golden light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly chopped down. The blade carried a dazzling golden light and slashed fiercely at the black barrier.

The moment the blade collided with the barrier, there was a deafening sound, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

The black barrier trembled violently and the runes flickered, but it still had not been completely broken.

"Humph, a mere barrier dares to stop me?"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, shook his wrist, and raised the blade again. The golden light condensed on the blade like thunder, ready to launch another attack.

At this moment, a familiar sneer came from the other side of the altar:

"Yang Jian, let me do this rough work!"

Before Sun Wukong's voice faded away, a golden figure fell from the sky like a meteor, and the golden cudgel, wrapped in violent golden energy, slammed heavily on the altar.

The moment the golden hoop touched the altar, the runes glowed brightly and emitted a sharp wail, as if it was bearing an irresistible force.

The surface of the altar began to crack, the power of the underworld leaked out madly, the black mist was dispelled by the golden light, and the runes quickly dimmed.

The black-robed man's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, muttering something, and quickly making hand gestures, trying to mobilize more powerful strength.

However, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong no longer gave him a chance to breathe.

Yang Jian's figure flashed, and he approached the man in black robe like a ghost. His three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a golden arc of light, going straight for the opponent's vital point.

The man in black robe hurriedly waved his sleeves, and a black gas condensed into a shield, trying to block Yang Jian's attack.

The blade collided with the black gas, and the black shield shattered instantly. The man in black robe was shocked and retreated repeatedly, with a trace of blood flowing out of his mouth.

"With just this little ability, you dare to stir up trouble under the nose of the Heavenly Court?"

Sun Wukong sneered and swept out with his golden cudgel, forcing the man in black to dodge in a panic.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. He suddenly took out a black talisman from his sleeve and quickly crushed it.

The talisman turned into a black mist, wrapping him up completely, and he tried to take the opportunity to escape.

"Want to run?"

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and he swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand down suddenly. The blade cut through the black mist, and the figure of the man in black robe was forced to appear.

At the same time, Sun Wukong had circled behind the man in black robe like a ghost, and smashed down with his golden hoop. The man in black robe could only raise his hands to block it hastily, but was knocked to his knees by the huge force.

"Just surrender. Your conspiracy in the Netherworld Palace has come to an end."

Yang Jian said in a cold voice, with the blade pointed directly at the black-robed man's throat.

The man in black robe looked pale, his eyes full of unwillingness, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, do you think this will end everything? The power of the Nether Palace is far beyond your imagination!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Your nonsense can't save you."

Sun Wukong sneered, raised his golden cudgel slightly, and pointed the tip of the cudgel directly at the forehead of the man in black robe.

Yang Jian glanced at the man in black robe with a cold look, and said in a low and cold voice:
"Take him away and hand him over to the Law Enforcement Department for strict interrogation."

The man in black robe was escorted away. The runes on the altar had completely collapsed, the power of the underworld gradually dissipated, and the entire altar turned into ruins.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong stood in front of the altar with deep eyes.

"The remnants of the Nether Palace have finally been cleared out."

Sun Wukong stretched his muscles, his tone containing a hint of fatigue, but more of determination.

Yang Jian nodded, his brows still solemn:

“But the mastermind behind this has not been completely eliminated. We must not take it lightly.”

Sun Wukong chuckled, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes:
"It doesn't matter. As long as he dares to show up again, we will catch him sooner or later."

Yang Jian clenched the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, and spoke in a low and firm voice:
"No matter what, the threat from the Nether Palace must be completely eradicated."

The two stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

The cold wind was still howling on Nether Mountain, but both men knew in their hearts that the battle with the Nether Palace was far from over.

The director of the Law Enforcement Department, a burly middle-aged man with a mustache, came up quickly, followed by several law enforcement officers in black uniforms. They all had solemn expressions and held steel chains and shackles in their hands.

The director bowed to Yang Jian and Sun Wukong and said respectfully:

"Thank you for your hard work, both Immortals. This man in black robe will be handed over to my Law Enforcement Department for handling. We will interrogate him strictly and make sure to find out all the conspiracy of the Netherworld Palace."

As he spoke, he signaled with his eyes for his men to take the black-robed man away. The black-robed man struggled and let out low roars, but he was soon firmly controlled by the law enforcement team and dragged away into the night.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong watched the black-robed man being taken away. Sun Wukong scratched his head and said in a relaxed tone:
"Finally we've dealt with this old guy. Let's see if he dares to jump around again."

He stretched his muscles, making crackling sounds. The crows' calls in the night sky seemed particularly desolate.

Yang Jian frowned and said nothing. He stared at the destroyed altar. Broken runes were scattered all over the ground. A faint sense of netherworld power still lingered in the air.

A gust of night wind blew by, blowing up the gravel on the ground, making a rustling sound. The surroundings were dead silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling in the ears.

Seeing Yang Jian's serious expression, Sun Wukong patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Don't take it too seriously. The matter has been resolved. We should go back and rest."

Although his tone was relaxed, there was a hint of worry in his eyes. He knew what Yang Jian was worried about.

Yang Jian exhaled slowly and said in a low voice:

"The power of the Netherworld Palace is complex and intertwined. This time, we only eliminated a small minion, and the mastermind behind it is still at large. I always feel that this operation was too smooth. There may be other hidden reasons."

His eyes were sharp, as if they could see through all the darkness.

Sun Wukong also put away his nonchalant expression and nodded seriously:

"You are right. Things are indeed a little strange. Everything seems to be going too smoothly. This is not like the style of the Netherworld Palace."

He pondered for a moment and continued:

"Perhaps they have a backup plan, or they are deliberately letting us down so that we can let down our guard."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep and alert.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong walked side by side to the foot of the mountain. The Netherworld Mountain behind them looked particularly eerie and terrifying in the night. The broken altar on the top of the mountain looked like a huge scar in the moonlight, silently telling what had just happened.

They walked slowly in a solemn atmosphere. There were no extra words between them, and each of them was thinking about their next move.

After returning to heaven, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian stood side by side outside the Hall of Equal Heaven, looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance, each with unspeakable thoughts in their hearts.

Sun Wukong crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his fingers lightly on his arms, a look of contemplation in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Yang Jian, his tone relaxed but with a bit of solemnity: "Yang Jian, although we have wiped out the base of the Nether Palace this time, I always feel that things are not that simple. Do you still remember what the black-robed man said?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, looked into the distance with a sharp gaze, and gently stroked the hilt of the knife with his fingertips:

"He said that the power of the Nether Palace is far beyond our imagination. This is not groundless."

He paused, his voice low and firm:
"The mastermind behind the Nether Palace has not yet shown up. We must act quickly and not give them a chance to breathe."

Sun Wukong nodded, a smile on his face:
"That's true. However, I'm afraid we are not enough with just the two of us. Why don't we call Nezha over and discuss the follow-up plan together?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly:

"Right on my mind."

He raised his hand and a golden light flew out from his sleeve and went straight to Nezha's residence.

Not long after, Nezha came rushing over on his wind-fire wheel, spinning the red tasseled spear gently in his hand, with a look of confusion on his face:

"Yang Jian, Monkey, why did you call me here so urgently? What happened?"

Sun Wukong smiled and patted Nezha on the shoulder:

"You came pretty fast, kid. This is what happened..."

He briefly explained the destruction of the Netherworld Palace stronghold, and then said seriously:
"We suspect that the mastermind behind the Netherworld Palace is still operating in secret. We need you to mobilize the heavenly soldiers and generals to strengthen the defense of the Heavenly Palace to prevent their possible revenge."

When Nezha heard this, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. He suddenly raised the red tasseled spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear brought up a whirlwind:
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this! I'll mobilize the heavenly soldiers and generals right now and make sure they can't even touch the edge of heaven!"

Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction, then took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Nezha:

"This is the intelligence we brought back from the Nether Palace base. Give it to Li Tianwang and have him analyze it carefully. Perhaps he can find clues about the mastermind behind the scenes."

Nezha took the scroll, glanced at it, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes:
"I understand, I'll do it right away!"

He turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Sun Wukong:

"Nezha, don't leave so quickly, there is one more thing."

Nezha stopped and looked back at Sun Wukong:

"What else?"

Sun Wukong's eyes were deep and his tone was serious:

"This operation must be secret. The people in the Nether Palace are very cunning, and we might alert them if we are not careful. When you mobilize the heavenly soldiers and generals, you must be careful and don't let anyone notice our intentions."

Nezha nodded and patted his chest to assure:

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion!"

After he said that, his figure flashed and quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Yang Jian looked at Nezha's receding back, then turned his gaze back to Sun Wukong:
"Monkey, I plan to go to the underworld in person to secretly investigate the remaining forces of the Nether Palace and find the whereabouts of the 'Palace Master' mentioned by the black-robed man."

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes:
"You're going alone? The Underworld is the headquarters of the Netherworld Palace. You must think carefully about the dangers involved."

Yang Jian smiled calmly, and raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand slightly, with the blade glowing with golden light:
"Don't worry, I'm confident. Besides, we have informants in the underworld, so we won't fight alone."

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, and finally nodded:

"In that case, I won't stop you. However, if there is anything unusual, report it immediately and don't try to be stubborn."

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes firm:
"I see."

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and turned into a golden light, heading straight for the underworld.

Sun Wukong stood there, watching Yang Jian leave, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He knew that the threat from the Nether Palace was far from being eliminated and the real battle had just begun.

He took a deep breath, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he turned and left, preparing to return to the Qitian Palace to continue reviewing the files brought back from the Netherworld Palace stronghold.

Sun Wukong returned to the Qitian Temple, carefully organized the information he had found from the man in black, and handed it over to Li Jing who had been waiting in the temple.

Li Jing took the information, put on his reading glasses, and carefully looked through the documents that were sealed with special talismans. His brows were furrowed, and he would occasionally tap the table with his fingers, making a slight sound.

Various weapons and rare treasures were displayed in the Qitian Hall. The sunlight shone through the carved window lattices and fell on Li Jing's slightly hunched back, setting off the solemn atmosphere in the room.

Li Jing put down the information, raised his head, and his face was full of solemnity:
"This information is... very important, but also extremely obscure. The power of the Nether Palace is far greater than we imagined, and it involves many forces that we have never known about."

He paused, and said in a low voice:
"The 'Palace Master' mentioned by the black-robed man is probably the real mastermind behind the scenes. This person is extremely secretive. From this information, I can't even guess his identity and strength." He
He stroked his chin, his eyes deep.

"We need more intelligence to find a breakthrough."

Sun Wukong stood aside, listening quietly, a rare solemn look on his rough face. He tapped the table lightly.

"Old Li, do you think it could be... those hidden gods and demons?"

Li Jing shook his head and denied:
"It's unlikely. Most of those gods and demons are peaceful and will not easily interfere in the affairs of the Heavenly Court unless it involves their fundamental interests."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I think this 'Palace Master' is very likely hiding inside the Heavenly Palace, or even... around us."

Sun Wukong stood beside Li Jing, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes solemn.

He looked at Li Jing's fingers moving on the scroll, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Li Jing's expression became more serious, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a dull sound.

The atmosphere in the Qitian Hall suddenly became tense, and even the air was filled with a depressing feeling.

"film?"

Li Jing murmured softly, his finger lightly running over a line of words on the scroll, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"This code name seems to have appeared in previous Nether Palace operations, but there has never been any specific clue pointing to him."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on the golden hoop stick in his hand, and said in a low voice:

"Old Li, who exactly is this 'Shadow'? Since you remember his code name, you should have some clues, right?"

Li Jing raised his head, his eyes were deep, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone:

"This code name did appear several times, but each time it was extremely brief information, as if it was deliberately covered up. Every time the Nether Palace failed in an operation, there would always be some vague clues pointing to this code name. We used to speculate that he was one of the core figures of the Nether Palace, but there was no solid evidence."

"He's hiding in the forbidden area of ​​heaven?"

Sun Wukong frowned, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)