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

Chapter 136 The Immortal Goddess! He Xiangu!

"Within and outside the Three Realms."

Only the Tao is supreme.

"His body radiates golden light."

It covers my body.

Dad suddenly opened his eyes! In that instant.

The shrewdness and nagging that usually shone in his eyes were no longer present.

Instead, it was a dazzling divine light, as brilliant as the sun, moon, and stars! It was as if the vast universe was flowing in his eyes! He pushed his hands forward suddenly.

Point your palm toward the void.

He gulped down the last drop.

These are also the most crucial syllables:
"Possessed by a deity."

A divine light appears! Please—!

The words have not yet fallen.

A dazzling golden beam of light, beyond description.

It suddenly burst forth from the old man's body! The golden light instantly pierced through the already crumbling roof of the antique shop.

Like an angry golden dragon.

It roared and pierced the dark night sky that shrouded the city! The beam of light shot straight into the sky.

It seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

Then at a speed beyond imagination.

Heading towards the distant moon, enveloped in a ghostly blue light.

It shot away at high speed!

That tore open the roof of Dad's antique shop.

A golden pillar of light pierced through the pitch-black night. It disregarded physical distance, instantly penetrating the cold, lifeless vacuum between the Earth and the Moon.

The cramped cabin of the backup spacecraft.

Tru clutched the warm, smooth lotus-shaped pouch tightly.

It was as if I had grasped a burning hope.

A vast, indescribable warm current.

It carries an ancient and compassionate aura.

Suddenly, it surged out from the lotus-shaped pouch.

It surged upwards along Tru's arm.

It instantly washed over his limbs and bones.

The feeling... was like jumping into a boiling hot spring in the dead of winter.

It is like a lost soul bathing in the long-awaited dawn.

A chilling fear that seeped into the very bones.

Faced with this warm current.

Like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

It melted away completely in an instant.

"Ugh—!"

Tru let out a low growl he couldn't suppress.

This is not pain.

Rather, it is an instinctive outburst that comes from a forced elevation of one's level of existence.

He felt like a sponge that had been dried up for a long time.

It is being frantically poured into an endless, pure, and vast golden ocean!

Every inch of muscle.

Every nerve.

Everyone was cheering.

In joy.

It's transforming!
at the same time.

Behind Tru.

In front of the cold metal bulkhead.

Ripples spread across the space.

The light distorts and converges.

It was as if an invisible paintbrush was sketching in the void.

A hazy, radiant female silhouette bathed in soft, holy golden light.

It slowly emerged from nothingness.

Gradually solidify.

His figure is not towering.

It reveals a touch of delicacy.

It seems to have been meticulously sculpted from moonlight and lotus petals.

The simple and elegant long dress swayed with the halo of light.

A subtle, ethereal aura naturally permeated his body.

Yet the lotus fragrance can soothe the soul.

His face was shrouded in a sacred halo.

Blurry and unclear.

Its true appearance could not be seen.

Only a pair of eyes were clearly visible.

What kind of eyes were those? Calm.

indifferent.

It seems to reflect the passage of time.

Calm and uneventful; yet profound.

mercy.

It seems to have penetrated the Three Realms and Six Paths.

Everything is clear.

It was merely making eye contact.

Tru felt a profound sense of insignificance and awe emanating from the deepest recesses of his soul.

Him.

It is through the use of a real token.

An immortal god who descended to this place across endless time and space.

One of the Eight Immortals.

He Xiangu's will projection!

"Ok?"

A clear, ethereal voice, like heavenly music.

No air passed through.

Instead, it resonated directly deep within Tru's consciousness.

With a hint of surprise, as if from another world.

"Why have the gates of hell opened again?"

The voice wasn't loud.

Yet it contains the power to penetrate all illusions.

A strange power that reaches the very source.

Tru felt a jolt.

Turned around suddenly.

When I saw the sacred figure behind me, bathed in golden light and lotus fragrance.

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells.

A mixture of awe and excitement.

This made him stutter a bit when he spoke:
Yes...yes.

Great God! It is...it is the Demon of the Moon.

"Zhou Lan! He...he escaped from hell!"

He Xiangu's illusory figure slightly turned its head.

Those all-knowing eyes didn't seem to be focused on Tru.

Instead, it turned its gaze to a deeper and more distant place.

It's as if it's silently reading the flow of information in the universe.

“Zhou Lan…”

He whispered.

There seemed to be a hint of... barely perceptible disappointment in his voice.

"We joined forces to banish it to the deepest part of hell in the turbulent flow of time and space."

The laws there are strong enough to extinguish the power of demons.

It erodes their mind. This is deduced from common sense.

Even if he managed to escape.

It should also be a sign of declining power.

A state of madness and derangement. The guardian of this era.

Even such a mutilated body couldn't be restrained?

This is a calm question.

Like an invisible whip.

Tru's cheeks burned from the slap.

He opened his mouth.

However, no rebuttal could be found.

indeed.

Ruo Zhoulan was merely in a weakened state after being freed from her cage.

Perhaps Uncle, Jackie Chan, and the others really do have a way to deal with it...

however.

Just as He Xiangu finished speaking...

His face, shrouded in a halo, seemed to twitch slightly.

His gaze suddenly sharpened.

He abruptly turned to look out the porthole—at the moon, which had been completely corrupted by an eerie blue light and was exuding an ominous aura!
A terrifying, violent, and bloodthirsty dark magical energy that is escalating exponentially.

Like a rapidly expanding abyss black hole.

It exudes a terrifying gravitational force that even the will of the gods trembles with!
This force.

It entered He Xiangu's senses with perfect clarity!

"wrong!"

The voice of He Xiangu.

For the first time, he was clearly surprised and solemn.

"This power... it's recovering! The lunar powers and dark magic that were stripped away and banished by the laws of hell."

He is rapidly returning to his original form!

He can see clearly.

Streams of dark energy, pure yet extremely malevolent.

Crossing the void.

From the direction of the distant Earth.

Like all rivers flowing into the sea.

It poured endlessly into the body of the ancient demon god who was awakening on the moon!
"My lord! Please let me explain!"

Tru saw this.

It was as if they had grasped at a straw.

He hurriedly reported this loudly.

"It's those demons! They somehow got hold of some extremely strange black spells! Especially the Holy Lord... that evil dragon! He uses those spells."

Not only did he regain all his strength.

It also helped the other seven demons regain their lost power and...and their sanity!

"Black Curse?"

The phantom of He Xiangu seemed to frown.

The golden aura and lotus fragrance surrounding him were momentarily disrupted.

"It can reverse the laws of exile from hell."

A spell to forcibly recall lost powers and magic?

In His tone.

It was filled with unprecedented and unbelievable moments.

This... has touched the very foundation of the cosmic order!
The Law of Hell.

It is one of the ancient rules that have existed since the beginning of the universe.

It is used to punish, weaken, and exile those dark beings who wreak havoc on the world.

What kind of curse is it?

How could it be so domineeringly overturned? Even...reversed?!
He Xiangu's gaze once again turned towards the moon where Zhou Lan was.

Deep within those eyes that were originally calm and undisturbed.

Finally, a genuine sense of vigilance and... fighting spirit ignited!
The difficulty of the situation.

It seems to have far exceeded His initial expectations when He came.

This era.

What exactly happened?
(End of this chapter)