Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 518

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel and gently tapped the surface of the stone tablet, trying to find the hidden mechanism.

However, the stone tablet remained motionless, without even a slight echo, as if it were just an ordinary boulder.

He frowned and muttered in dissatisfaction:

"This stone tablet is quite sturdy. Is there no mechanism behind it?"

Yang Jian did not respond, but stood aside, his gaze intently scanning the runes on the stone tablet.

His fingers traced lightly in the air, silver runes flowing from his fingertips, attempting to resonate with the patterns on the stone tablet.

After a moment, his gaze settled on a slightly recessed rune, his brows relaxed slightly, and he murmured:

"There seems to be a groove here, which may be the key to opening the stone tablet."

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Nezha immediately walked to the stone tablet, raised his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, and the flame at the tip of the spear instantly surged, illuminating every pattern on the stone tablet.

His gaze quickly swept over the details of the stone tablet, and he noticed that there seemed to be some kind of mechanism hidden inside the groove. A smile appeared on his lips.
"There's something in this groove, let me try it."

Yang Jian did not stop him, but only gently reminded him:
"Be careful, this groove might be the key to trigger the mechanism, don't act rashly."

Nezha nodded, his fingers gently touching the edge of the groove, feeling a faint energy fluctuation.

He took a step back, and with a gentle flick of the flame of his fire-tipped spear, the light of the flame instantly illuminated the details inside the groove even more clearly.

He whispered:
"There's a small hole in this groove; it seems like you need to insert something to open it."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately looked around, searching among the rubble on the ground.

His fingers rummaged through a pile of debris, finally picking up a thin twig, and he grinned:
"This might work."

He walked to the stone tablet, carefully inserted the branch into the hole in the groove, and gently flicked it with his fingers, trying to trigger the mechanism.

The branch swayed slightly in the hole, making a soft "click" sound. The runes on the stone tablet flickered briefly, but there was no further reaction.

Yang Jian frowned slightly and said in a low voice:

"Perhaps more precise force is needed; tree branches alone may not be enough."

Nezha stood to the side, the flame of his Fire-Tipped Spear flickering slightly, illuminating the details of Sun Wukong's actions.

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice:

"This mechanism may require a key of a specific shape or material; the tree branch is too rough."

Sun Wukong nodded, tossed aside the branch in his hand, and glanced at the stone tablet again, muttering to himself:
"It seems we need to think of another way."

Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, looked around, and scanned the broken stones and ruins around the stone tablet.

He picked up a flat pebble, carefully examining its texture and shape, sometimes holding it up to the sunlight, sometimes tapping it gently with his fingers to make a crisp sound.

A faint smell of dust filled the air, and sunlight filtered through the broken roof, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

"This mechanism is so ingeniously designed that it is no ordinary thing."

Yang Jian carefully examined the runes on the stone tablet, his fingers gently tracing the edge of the groove, feeling a cool sensation.

His tone was calm, but his eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.

“These runes seem to contain some kind of pattern; perhaps we can find clues to unlocking the mechanism from them.”

As he spoke, he drew a three-pointed, double-edged sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Nezha then planted his Fire-Tipped Spear diagonally into the ground, and the flames slowly subsided, leaving only a faint glow that reflected on his slightly solemn face.

He crouched down and gently poked at the pebbles on the ground with the tip of his fire-tipped spear, his keen eyes capturing every minute detail.

Scattered on the ground were many pebbles of different shapes and sizes, some of which still bore unidentified symbols.

"Perhaps...we could try piecing these pebbles back together?"

Nezha looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and pointed to a strangely shaped piece of broken stone on the ground.

“Look at this piece of gravel; its shape and the holes in the groove seem very similar.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong quickly went over and carefully examined the piece of broken stone that Nezha was pointing to.

The stone is spindle-shaped, slightly flat on one side and slightly convex on the other, with some fine lines along the edge.

He compared the gravel with the holes in the groove and found that they were indeed somewhat similar, except that the gravel was slightly larger.

"Yes, it does look somewhat similar."

Sun Wukong nodded, took out a sharpened flint from his pocket, and began to carefully polish the stone.

The edges of the gravel made a soft rustling sound as it was rubbed against the flint.

After grinding away some of the excess edges, the shape of the gravel became closer to that of the hole.

After grinding the stone, Sun Wukong took a deep breath and carefully inserted the polished stone into the hole in the groove.

He held his breath and gently turned the gravel.

The gravel spun around in the hole, making a clear "click" sound. The runes on the stone tablet flashed again, this time for a longer time and with a stronger light.

The stone tablet shook violently, emitting a deep rumble, as if something was slowly starting up.

Dust drifted down from the cracks in the stone tablet and scattered in the air.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Sun Wukong's forehead as he stared intently at the stone tablet, still clutching the broken stone in his hand.

The tremors of the stone tablet gradually subsided, and the stone surface slowly cracked open, revealing a hidden stone chamber.

A cold, damp wind wafted from the crack, carrying a hint of decay, as if a long-buried secret was finally being exposed to the light.

The three of them held their breath, their eyes fixed on the widening crack.

The interior of the stone chamber gradually came into view. The chamber was small, with smooth, mirror-like walls. In the center stood a stone disc covered with runes, which emitted a faint light, like the dimmest star in the night sky.

Although the light was faint, it gave people a mysterious and ancient feeling.

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow, a deep glint flashing in his eyes.

He slowly walked into the stone chamber, his fingers lightly tracing patterns in the air. Silver runes flowed from his fingertips, like tiny silver snakes, slowly approaching the stone slab.

His gaze was focused, as if he were having a silent conversation with the runes.

“These runes…are even older than those on the stone tablet.”

He muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the stone slab, feeling a faint energy fluctuation.

Sun Wukong followed closely behind, twirling his golden cudgel in his hand, the tip of the cudgel slightly raised, the golden light illuminating every detail of the stone disc.

His gaze swept across the stone slab, a smile playing on his lips:
"It seems this place holds many treasures! Yang Jian, can you decipher these runes?"

Yang Jian did not answer immediately. He gently traced his fingers across the stone disc, and the silver runes gradually condensed into a complex energy network, attempting to decipher the meaning of the runes on the stone disc.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his voice was low:
“These runes are in an ancient language and seem to describe some kind of ritual or seal.”

Nezha stood at the entrance of the stone chamber, his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly raised, the flames at the tip illuminating every corner of the chamber.

His gaze swept across the stone chamber, warily observing every detail. He whispered:

"This stone chamber looks like some kind of altar, and the stone disc may be the core of a ritual or seal."

Yang Jian nodded, and gently pressed his finger on the stone plate. The silver light of the runes flickered slightly, as if responding to his action.

His tone remained calm:

"I need some time to decipher these runes. Please keep watch around for me and prevent any accidents from happening."

Sun Wukong grinned, and his golden cudgel slammed into the ground, its golden light illuminating every corner of the stone chamber.

He scanned his surroundings warily, his tone slightly relaxed:
"Don't worry, with me here, no demons or monsters will dare to come near."

Nezha then walked to the other side of the stone chamber, his Fire-Tipped Spear swaying slightly, the flame at the tip illuminating every pattern on the stone wall.

His fingers tapped lightly on the gun barrel, his eyes sharp, as if searching for any possible mechanisms or clues.

Silence fell over the stone chamber for a moment, with only the sound of Yang Jian's fingertips moving slightly, and the silver runes flowing in the air.

The light on the stone slab flickered slightly with his movements, as if telling some ancient secret.

Suddenly, Nezha's finger paused on a certain pattern on the stone wall, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He whispered:
Something's not right here.

Sun Wukong immediately turned his gaze to him, raised his golden cudgel slightly, and the golden light at the tip of the cudgel shot directly towards the spot he was pointing to.

He frowned slightly and said in a low voice:
"What did you find?"

Nezha's fingers gently touched the patterns on the stone wall, and he felt a faint energy fluctuation.

He took a step back, and the flame on the fire-tipped spear flickered slightly, instantly illuminating every detail of the pattern.

His tone carried a hint of excitement:
“These patterns are similar to the runes on the stone disc, and may be clues to triggering the mechanism.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian paused slightly on the stone plate with his finger, and the silver runes gradually dissipated.

He turned and walked towards Nezha, his gaze sweeping over the patterns on the stone wall, his brows relaxing slightly.

He whispered:

“Indeed, these patterns are somehow connected to the runes on the stone disc. Nezha, can you find more clues?”

Nezha nodded, and raised his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, the flame at the tip illuminating every detail of the stone wall.

His fingers gently traced the lines, his movements soft and focused.

As he moved, the patterns on the stone wall gradually lit up, emitting a faint blue light.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong grinned, twirled his golden cudgel in his hand, and said with a hint of excitement in his voice:
"It seems there's quite a bit of knowledge and skill involved in this place!"

Just then, the air inside the stone chamber suddenly became heavy, the light on the stone disc intensified, and the runes began to flash violently, as if responding to Nezha's actions.

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened, and his fingers swiftly swept across the air, causing the silver runes to coalesce into an energy network once more, attempting to stabilize the power on the stone disc.

"Be careful, the power of the stone slab is increasing!"

Yang Jian said in a low voice, his tone tinged with tension.

Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, and the cudgel blazed with golden light, forming a solid defensive barrier.

His eyes were fixed on the stone slab, ready to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise.

Nezha quickly took a step back, and the flames of his Fire-Tipped Spear instantly surged, forming a wall of fire in front of him.

A hint of excitement flickered in his eyes, and a smile played at the corners of his lips.
"It seems that the power of this stone disc should not be underestimated!"

Yang Jian's fingers moved swiftly through the air, and silver runes intertwined to form a complex energy network, attempting to suppress the power on the stone disc.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that maintaining this power was extremely taxing.

The light on the stone disc gradually dimmed, and the runes returned to calm.

Yang Jian let out a long sigh, his fingers trembling slightly, his voice low and deep:

"It's temporarily stabilized, but the power of the stone disc hasn't completely subsided. We must find its source as soon as possible, otherwise it will erupt again sooner or later."

Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel, slung it over his shoulder, and stared intently at the stone disc, his tone tinged with caution:
"Then what should we do now?"

Yang Jian's gaze swept over the stone disc, and his fingers gently touched its surface, feeling the energy flow of the runes.

He whispered:

"We'll continue analyzing the runes to find a way to activate the stone disc. Nezha, you're in charge of keeping watch around to prevent any accidents."

Nezha nodded, and raised his Fire-Tipped Spear slightly, the flame at the tip illuminating every corner of the stone chamber.

His sharp eyes scanned every detail around him, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The three of them each performed their duties, and silence fell once again inside the stone chamber.

Yang Jian's fingers gently traced across the stone disc, and silver runes swirled in the air, as if unraveling an ancient mystery.

Sun Wukong scanned his surroundings, vigilantly observing every detail.

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear swayed slightly, the flame at its tip illuminating the patterns on the stone wall as he searched for possible mechanisms or clues.

Yang Jian's gaze lingered on the stone slab, his fingers gently tracing the intricate runes.

His gaze was focused and profound, as if he were deciphering an ancient text.

“These runes are somewhat similar to those on the bronze box, but there are subtle differences in the details.”

His voice was low and thoughtful.

His hand stopped at a corner of the rune, and with a slight tap of his fingertip, the rune on the stone plate suddenly emitted a faint blue light, as if responding to his touch.

"It seems that this stone disc may be the core hub controlling the entire energy field."

Yang Jian's tone was certain, and his gaze continued to wander across the stone slab, trying to find more clues.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong looked around on the other side of the stone chamber.

He raised his golden cudgel slightly, the golden light at the tip sweeping across every inch of the stone wall, trying to find anything that might be hidden.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a stone wall, his eyes narrowing.

He reached out and tapped his fingers lightly on the stone wall, producing a dull sound.

"The sound here is off."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

His fingers carefully explored the stone wall, and suddenly he felt a slightly recessed spot.

He pressed down hard, and a slight "click" came from the stone wall. Then, a small piece of the stone wall slowly slid open, revealing a hidden compartment.

"Hey, there really is something!"

(End of this chapter)