Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 441

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He walked to Li Jing's side, looked down at the blurred words on the scroll, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said in a low voice:

"Old Li, since this 'Shadow' is the core figure of the Nether Palace, we must find him as soon as possible. Otherwise, the threat of the Nether Palace will only grow."

Li Jing nodded, his fingers moved on the scroll, a thought flashed in his eyes:

"Monkey, judging from this information, 'Shadow' is most likely hiding in a secret altar deep in the Nether Mountain. It is a forbidden area of ​​the Nether Palace and has always been heavily guarded, making it difficult for outsiders to enter."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's brows relaxed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"So what if it's a forbidden area? If anyone can get in, it can only be me."

Li Jing looked up at Sun Wukong with a worried look in his eyes:

"Not only is the terrain deep in Nether Mountain dangerous, but there are also numerous traps set by the Nether Palace. It would be too risky for you to go alone."

Sun Wukong waved his hands, looking relaxed:

"Old Li, don't worry about it. I know what I am doing. Besides, this isn't the first time I've entered the Netherworld Palace's territory."

Li Jing saw that he was determined and knew that he could not change his decision, so he could only sigh and warn:
"In that case, you must be careful. The Nether Palace has endless tricks, so don't be careless."

Sun Wukong nodded, then turned and walked out of the Qitian Palace with firm steps.

He just walked to the door and stopped again, looking back at Li Jing with a hint of ridicule in his tone:
"Old Li, when I come back, remember to treat me to that pot of fairy wine you treasured."

Li Jing was stunned, then smiled helplessly:

"You monkey, you never forget to think about my wine."

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, and his figure flashed and turned into a golden light, rushing straight into the sky.

Li Jing stood in the hall and watched Sun Wukong leave, his brows still furrowed.

He knew that the power of the Nether Palace should not be underestimated, and although Sun Wukong was very powerful on this trip, the dangers of Nether Mountain still made him feel uneasy.

After a moment, Li Jing calmed down, turned back to the table, picked up the scroll again and studied it carefully.

He must find more clues about "Shadow" from these scattered intelligence in order to provide more support for Sun Wukong's actions.

At the same time, Sun Wukong had flown to the foot of the Netherworld Mountain.

He looked up at the mountain shrouded in black fog, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The peak of the Netherworld Mountain is like a gigantic black beast, entrenched between heaven and earth, emitting a heart-pounding Netherworld power.

Sun Wukong stood at the foot of the mountain, slightly raising the golden cudgel in his hand. The tip of the cudgel emitted a golden light, dispersing the surrounding black fog.

He took a deep breath, then strode towards the mountain path with steady steps and sharp eyes.

The mountain road was rugged and the surrounding black fog kept surging, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching in the dark.

Sun Wukong's footsteps echoed in the valley, carrying with them an invisible sense of oppression.

Soon, he came to a fork in the road, with three roads leading in different directions.

Every road is covered with strange runes, exuding the breath of netherworld power.

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, glanced around the fork in the road, and then snorted coldly:
"You dare to play tricks in front of me with just a trick?"

He raised the golden cudgel and smashed it hard on the ground. The ground suddenly shook violently, the surrounding runes collapsed instantly, and the black mist was dispelled by the golden light.

Two of the three roads quickly disappeared, leaving only the middle road leading to the top of the mountain.

Sun Wukong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued to move towards the top of the mountain.

As he went deeper, the Netherworld power around him became thicker and thicker, and the black fog almost completely obscured his vision.

But Sun Wukong was not affected at all and his steps remained firm.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise coming from the black fog ahead, as if something was moving in the dark.

Sun Wukong's eyes turned cold, and he swung the golden cudgel in his hand violently. A ray of golden light cut through the black fog like a sharp sword, directly forcing out a member of the Netherworld Palace hiding in the dark.

The member of the Netherworld Palace was in a disheveled state, and the black magic weapon in his hand had been smashed to pieces by the golden hoop.

His face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and his voice was trembling:
"Sun...Sun Wukong! How could you possibly get here?!"

Sun Wukong sneered, his eyes were like torches:

"You are just a remnant of the Netherworld Palace, dare you block my way?"

His voice was cold and carried an invisible pressure. The members of the Nether Palace were frightened and retreated one after another, with cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Sun Wukong stopped talking to him and swung his golden cudgel, knocking out the member of the Netherworld Palace.

He continued to move towards the top of the mountain without any pause.

Soon, Sun Wukong finally reached the highest point of Nether Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a huge altar of the underworld stood in the center. The altar was covered with strange runes, emitting a strong power of the underworld.

Below the altar, a mysterious man in a black robe was standing with his back to Sun Wukong, seemingly chanting some spell in a low voice.

Sun Wukong stood in front of the altar, his eyes were like torches, his tone was cold:

"Are you Shadow?"

The man in black robe slowly turned around, with a hideous mask on his face, and spoke in a hoarse and low voice:
"Sun Wukong, you are here as expected."

Sun Wukong sneered and raised the golden cudgel in his hand slightly:

"It seems you expected me to come."

The black-robed man snorted, with a hint of mockery in his tone:

"The power of the Netherworld Palace is spread across the three realms. Do you think you can find me easily?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Sun Wukong's eyes, and he swung his golden hoop stick violently, pointing the tip of the stick directly at the man in black robes:
"Stop talking nonsense. Today I want to see who this 'Shadow' of yours really is!"

The man in black robe stopped talking and suddenly raised a black talisman in his hand. The talisman turned into a black mist and quickly enveloped the entire altar.

Sun Wukong sneered, and with a flash of his body, he rushed into the black fog like lightning. He swung his golden cudgel down suddenly, and the black fog was dispersed by the golden light. The runes on the altar collapsed instantly.

The black-robed man's face changed and he retreated hastily, but Sun Wukong was faster and swept his golden cudgel across suddenly. The black-robed man barely blocked the attack, but his body was shocked and retreated again and again.

"You can't escape."

Sun Wukong said in a cold voice, his eyes sharp as torches, and he approached the man in black robes with steady steps.

The man in black robe staggered back and bumped into a huge stone tablet at the edge of the altar, making a dull sound.

The stone tablet was engraved with obscure runes, which were exactly the same as the runes on the altar, and exuded the same netherworldly power.

He tried to steady himself, but he felt the blood surging in his body. It was obvious that the previous attack had caused him serious internal injuries.

He raised his head, and his eyes under the mask stared at Sun Wukong. There was a flash of fear in his eyes, but also a hint of unwillingness.

The black-robed man panted rapidly, his fingers trembling slightly, and he was obviously no longer able to fight. Just as Sun Wukong approached again, he suddenly bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which sprinkled on the runes on the ground of the altar.

The runes lit up instantly, the black mist surged wildly, and the entire altar began to shake violently.

"You think you can get away like this?"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly and smashed the altar with his golden cudgel. A deep crack appeared in the ground and gravel flew everywhere.

The man in black robe sneered, his voice hoarse and a little crazy:

"Sun Wukong, do you think you can stop us?"

Before he finished his words, a low humming sound suddenly came from under the altar, and the ground quickly cracked. A huge black vortex appeared out of nowhere, emitting a strong suction force, and the surrounding gravel and black mist were swallowed up madly.

"not good!"

Sun Wukong frowned, took a step back, and suddenly inserted the golden cudgel in his hand into the ground to stabilize his body.

The man in black robe stood at the edge of the vortex, and a hint of triumphant smile flashed across his eyes under the mask:

"The power of the Nether Palace is far beyond your imagination! Sun Wukong, if you have the guts, come with me!"

After he finished speaking, he leaped straight into the whirlpool, and the black mist instantly swallowed him up.

A hint of coldness flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he jumped without hesitation and jumped into the whirlpool right after him.

The vortex was pitch black, and filled with violent netherworld power that seemed to tear people apart.

Sun Wukong steadied his body, the golden cudgel trembled slightly in his hand, and the golden light dispelled some of the darkness.

However, the suction of the vortex was so strong that the space around it began to distort. Sun Wukong felt a strong sense of oppression, as if an invisible hand was pulling his body.

"There's something wrong with this vortex!"

He frowned, realizing that this was no ordinary passage, but a forbidden place leading deeper into the underworld.

At this moment, the vortex suddenly began to close, the surrounding space quickly collapsed, and strong vibrations spread throughout the Nether Mountain.

Sun Wukong's heart trembled, and he immediately realized that he couldn't go any deeper. He stepped on the ground and rushed upwards, trying to escape the whirlpool.

However, the suction of the vortex was too strong, his movements were greatly restricted, and the surrounding space collapsed faster and faster.

"This thing is really hard to deal with!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly and swung the golden cudgel in his hand suddenly. The golden light split the surrounding black fog like a sharp sword, and the suction of the vortex suddenly weakened a bit.

He seized the opportunity, and with lightning speed, he rushed out of the whirlpool and returned to the top of the mountain.

The vortex completely closed the moment he left, the ground returned to calm, and only the remaining power of the underworld floated in the air.

Sun Wukong stood in front of the altar with a frown and a deep look in his eyes.

"The restrictions of the Nether Palace are indeed not simple. The place where this vortex leads to is probably even more dangerous than the Netherworld."

He muttered to himself, then looked up at the distant sky, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"It seems that we must mobilize troops to completely wipe out the remnants of the Nether Palace."

He no longer hesitated, his figure flashed, turned into a golden light, and went straight to the heaven.

A golden light flashed, and Sun Wukong disappeared into the sky.

On the Nether Mountain, only the destroyed altar and the pervasive power of the Netherworld were left.

As soon as Sun Wukong returned to heaven, he went straight to the Hall of Equaling Heaven.

Inside the hall, Yang Jian, Nezha and Li Jing had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Sun Wukong rushing over, Yang Jian frowned slightly and said in a low voice:

"Monkey, how's it going?"

Sun Wukong strode into the hall, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone to sit down:
"Things are more complicated than we thought. I found their altar in Nether Mountain, but that 'Shadow' was very cunning and escaped using the prohibition."

Upon hearing this, Nezha turned the red tasseled spear in his hand slightly, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes:
"Escaped? Humph, it seems that the remnants of the Nether Palace are really difficult to deal with."

Li Jing frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, making a dull sound:
"Since 'Shadow' was able to escape right under our noses, it means he is very familiar with the layout of the Heavenly Palace. I suspect that he may be hiding inside the Heavenly Palace."

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes solemn:
"Yes, although we acted quickly, the news could still be leaked. If there are traitors within the Heavenly Court, we must find them out as soon as possible."

Sun Wukong sneered, clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a crackling sound:

"Since he dares to hide in the Heavenly Palace, don't blame me for digging him out! Yang Jian, you are responsible for secretly investigating the people in the Heavenly Palace, especially those who are suspicious. Nezha, you go and strengthen the guard of the Heavenly Palace. We must not let them have the opportunity to stir up trouble again."

Nezha immediately stood up, twirling the red tasseled spear in his hand, and said firmly:

"Don't worry, I'll arrange some personnel right away and make sure not even a fly can get in!"

Li Jing picked up the scroll on the table and flipped through it carefully, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper:
"Although the clues in these intelligence are scattered, if we piece them together, we may be able to find the hiding place of 'Shadow'. Sun Wukong, what are your plans next?"

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:
"I plan to go to the underworld myself. Since the power of the Nether Palace is spread throughout the three realms, there must be remnants of their power in the underworld. Moreover, the 'Palace Master' mentioned by the black-robed man is likely to have made some moves in the underworld."

Yang Jian frowned slightly when he heard this:
"The Underworld is the headquarters of the Nether Palace. It's too risky for you to go there alone."

Sun Wukong smiled and said in a relaxed tone:
"Don't worry, this is not my first time going to the underworld. Besides, we have secret agents in the underworld, so nothing will happen."

Li Jing put down the scroll and looked up at Sun Wukong with a worried look in his eyes:

"The situation in the underworld is complicated, and the people from the Nether Palace may not confront you head-on. You must be careful when you go there."

Sun Wukong nodded, his tone firm:

"I understand. You must be more careful in the Heavenly Palace, especially Yang Jian. Your investigation must be kept secret and not alert the enemy."

Yang Jian nodded, his eyes sharp:
"Don't worry, I will act secretly and will never let them notice."

Nezha patted his chest and said proudly:
"Monkey, be careful on your trip to the underworld. Send me a message if anything happens!"

Sun Wukong laughed loudly and waved his hand:

"Okay, don't worry too much. I'll leave right away, you guys wait for my good news in Heaven!"

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

Yang Jian looked at the direction where Sun Wukong left, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes:

"I'm afraid it won't be very smooth for Monkey this time."

As soon as he entered the underworld, Sun Wukong noticed something unusual. The originally cold and gloomy aura was now so thick that it was suffocating, and there was an unsettling atmosphere in the air.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, and whispered:

"This yin energy is not right. It seems that there are indeed ghosts in the underworld."

He restrained his breath, sneaked quietly, passed through layers of gloomy buildings, and came to the depths of the underworld.

(End of this chapter)