Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion

Chapter 135 Summoning the Gods with Magic! It Shocks Everyone!

Tru.

Listen up!

My father's voice came through the communicator.

With an unprecedented seriousness.

"Don't hang up the phone."

Don't leave the communicator for even a moment!

Tru gripped the cold communicator tightly.

My palms were sweaty.

The sticky feeling made him even more nervous.

"clear.

Daddy!

His voice was a little hoarse.

The immense pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe. (Outside the porthole.)

The deep blue light had enveloped the entire moon.

It emits a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

Like the gaping eyes of a demon.

They stared coldly at their tiny spaceship.

"Next."

Father is about to perform a ritual to summon the gods.

The old man continued.

His tone was calm and composed.

It was as if she was trying to soothe Tru's tense emotions.

It's also like encouraging myself.

"We need to use what just arrived."

A true relic of an immortal god. It's over there.

Be prepared.

"To draw upon the power of the gods!"

"Divine power of guidance?"

Tru's eyes widened.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

Jumping wildly.

"Dad, what should I do?"

He had never experienced anything like this before.

My mind went blank.

"focus!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

It carried an unquestionable air of authority.

"Clear your mind of distractions! Feel the energy that your father passed on through the keepsake! At that time..."

You'll know what to do!

Tru took a deep breath.

The cold air rushed into my lungs.

It calmed him down a bit. He knew that.

Now is not the time to panic. Jackie Chan's fate is still unknown outside.

The entire planet is in imminent danger.

He cannot back down.

"Yes.

Dad! I'm ready!

He straightened his back.

His eyes became firm.

at the same time.

On the lunar surface, Cursed Blue floats at the center of a deep blue light.

Arms outstretched.

Arrogant and haughty.

He seemed to want to embrace the entire universe. A fanatical and cruel smile graced his face.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the blue planet that was growing larger and larger in his field of vision.

Tremble.

Tiny Earth!

Zhou Lan's voice was like rolling thunder.

A low hum mixed with the tearing force of gravity.

The sound echoed through the silent space.

"Feel the wrath of the moon! Feel the taste of destruction!"

As he roared.

The gravitational field on the moon's surface became even more violent and chaotic. Countless massive meteorites were torn and twisted by invisible forces.

Like an enraged beast.

Then it turned into a deadly meteor.

It shot haphazardly into the dark depths of space. The moon itself.

It also began to emit a low rumble.

The ground is cracked.

It was as if this ancient planet was emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden. That eerie blue light.

Like a living thing with life.

It expanded and spread greedily.

Wherever the light reaches.

The lunar rocks have begun to melt.

It almost completely swallowed the entire moon.

It became part of his power.

on the earth.

Panic is like an invisible virus.

It instantly infected every corner. Observatories all over the world.

The piercing alarms blared incessantly.

It never stopped. On the huge screen.

The simulated lunar orbit.

It has turned into a bright red, despairing straight line.

Pointing straight to the heart of the Earth. (From news footage.)

The host's face was as pale as a sheet.

A trembling voice broadcast this scene, which resembled apocalyptic judgment. A coastal city.

An unprecedented giant wave crashed onto the land like a monster.

It is swallowing up the embankment and houses.

And all the lives that couldn't escape. Inland areas.

The earth began to tremble uneasily.

The earth's tectonic plates groaned.

Earthquakes are frequent. An atmosphere of despair hangs heavy like a leaden cloud.

It enveloped the entire planet.

People were crying and screaming.

Running.

But they found there was nowhere to escape.

"Dad."

moon.

"The moon is moving faster!" Tru looked out the porthole at the enormous sphere that was constantly approaching.

And the dark blue energy churning on its surface.

The voice was filled with an overwhelming fear. That once gentle planet.

At this moment, it has become a weapon that brings destruction.

"I know!"

My father's voice came through the phone.

There was a hint of urgency that was barely perceptible.

Tru.

Has the token arrived yet? Time is running out!

at this time.

On the spacecraft's radar screen.

A bright spot of light broke through the gravitational field at an astonishing speed.

Approach quickly!
"coming!"

Tru's spirits lifted suddenly.

It was like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

"Dad."

The spaceship carrying the message has arrived!

A small but exceptionally sturdy special spaceship.

Like a nimble swimming fish.

Navigating through turbulent gravitational currents.

It precisely approached the backup spaceship where Tru was located. The robotic arm swiftly extended after complex calculations.

A sealed metal box that shimmered with a faint light.

It was securely fixed to the docking hatch of the backup spacecraft.

Tru practically tumbled and crawled towards the docking compartment. (Hatch door)

"laugh"

It opened with a click.

The cold, thin air of space rushed in. He held his breath.

Carefully remove the metal box.

It felt unusually heavy.

It seemed to carry the hopes of the entire world. Back in the relatively safe cockpit.

His hands were trembling.

Quickly open the box. Inside.

A seemingly ordinary, rustic cloth bag lay quietly inside.

It's a lotus-shaped bun! But this one...

Yet it exudes an indescribable, warm, and sacred aura.

Just watching.

This calmed Tru's frantic heartbeat considerably.

This feels completely different from the token Jackie Chan had before. This is the true token of an immortal god!
"Dad."

I got it!

Tru spoke into the communicator.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"it is good!"

The voice of my father.

It was instantly filled with boundless power.

It's as if he's become a completely different person.

Tru.

Hold it tight! Feel it with your heart! Now.

"Dad's about to start!"

Dad's Antique Shop.

The store was in a mess.

It looked like a thorough search had just taken place. The old man stood in the center of the shop.

Various ancient books and talismans were scattered around him. On the table in front of him...

A clearing was created.

There were incense burners, candlesticks, and several ancient ritual implements on the table. Sheriff Blake stood nervously to one side.

I didn't dare to express my anger.

Dad took a deep breath.

Slowly close your eyes. The surrounding air.

It was as if everything froze in that instant. The lights in the shop were clearly off.

But no one knows when.

It was enveloped in a soft yet solemn golden light.

It made the strange masks and decorations on the walls seem sacred.

The old man stretched out his wrinkled hands.

Palms up.

Place it on your chest.

He began to mutter incantations. It was an extremely ancient and obscure language.

Each syllable seems to contain the power of creation.

His voice vibrated, creating subtle ripples in the air.

It started slowly and deliberately.

Like the slow tolling of an ancient temple bell.

Bearing the vicissitudes and mystery of time.

As the incantation was chanted.

The imposing presence of my father.

An astonishing change began to occur. His previously somewhat hunched body...

It actually straightened up little by little.

It was as if an invisible force was supporting him. His face was etched with the wrinkles of time.

It seemed to be soothed by a divine radiance.

It exuded an aura of majesty that was not of ordinary mortals. An invisible, vast pressure.

It emanated from him.

Let the battle-hardened Sheriff Blake...

They all felt a sense of awe and insignificance that came from the depths of their souls.

"The Mysterious Ancestor of Heaven and Earth".

The root of all Qi.

The voice of my father.

It gradually became louder and clearer.

Like the sound of a huge bell.

The sounds resonated powerfully within the cramped shop.

Every word seemed to strike the heart.

“Extensive cultivation for countless eons.”

"Prove my supernatural powers."

He began to rapidly form hand seals.

His thin fingers were surprisingly nimble for someone of his age.

It drew complex and mysterious golden trails in the air.

More and more, brighter and brighter, specks of golden light began to appear.

Like an awakened spirit.

They twirled and danced joyfully around their father.

(End of this chapter)