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

Chapter 139 The Wheel of Fate Never Stops Turning!
Moon.

Deathly silence.

The chilling, eerie blue light vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

All that remains is an eternal desolation. And... the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Inside the backup spacecraft.

"Huh...huh..."

Tru slumped in the driver's seat, his chest heaving violently, beads of sweat sliding down his face.

It dripped onto the cold metal floor.

The experience of being possessed by a spirit had almost drained all his energy.

Now I feel like my limbs and bones have fallen apart, and it's even difficult to lift a finger.

The lotus-shaped bag lay quietly on his lap.

The warm, smooth texture remained, but the immense divine power had dissipated, and it had returned to being an ordinary-looking cloth bag.

Jackie Chan struggled to get up from the moon dust.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

He looked up and saw that the beautiful blue planet still hung safely in the dark sky.

An indescribable sense of exhaustion, mixed with immense relief, welled up inside me.

"Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu's voice, trembling with tears, came through the communicator, "Are you alright?!"

"I...I'm fine, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan grinned.

I want to show a reassuring smile.

But it strained the muscles in my body.

He winced in pain, "It's just... the fall hurts a bit."

He limped toward the nearby backup spaceship. When Zhou Lan disappeared, the terrifying gravity suddenly dissipated, and although he wasn't crushed into a pulp, he still fell solidly to the ground.

"Click."

The docking hatch opened, and Jackie Chan staggered in.

"Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu immediately pounced on him, looking him up and down.

They breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was only a little disheveled and had not lost any limbs.

Tru managed to lift his head, revealing a weak smile: "Jackie Chan... are you... are you alright?"

"Thank goodness, Tru, it's all thanks to you and Dad."

Jackie Chan patted Tru on the shoulder.

Turning my gaze to the center of the cockpit, there, He Xiangu's golden phantom had dimmed considerably, but it had not yet completely dissipated.

Jackie Chan composed himself.

He bowed respectfully to the hazy figure and said, "Thank you for your help, God."

He Xiangu's illusory figure nodded slightly.

His figure was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Those calm, unwavering eyes swept over the three exhausted people, finally settling on Jackie Chan.

"Zhou Lan... is too strong."

Jackie Chan said with lingering fear, his voice tinged with lingering apprehension, "If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid..."

He couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Are the remaining demons... just like him?"

The thought that there might be seven more terrifying beings like Zhou Lan is unbearable.

Jackie Chan's heart sank involuntarily.

"No."

He Xiangu's clear and ethereal voice rang out, carrying a soothing power, "Zhou Lan is the leader of the Eight Demons. The gravity she controls is related to the movement of stars, so she is naturally different from other demons."

He paused.

Seemingly choosing his words carefully: "Compared to Zhou Lan, the other seven demons are indeed slightly inferior in terms of the essence of their power. Your ability to seal him away earlier was not entirely by chance."

Hear this.

Jackie Chan, Jade, and Tru all breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is still a demon.

But as long as they don't possess the ability to easily manipulate planetary gravity like Zhou Lan, they have a better chance of winning.

however.

Just then, a barely perceptible ripple seemed to flash in He Xiangu's originally calm eyes.

His gaze.

It was as if they had pierced through the spaceship and were gazing into the distant unknown. "However..."

He Xiangu's ethereal voice suddenly turned deep, like ice from the heavens, carrying a chilling cold.

The once calm and still eyes, reflecting the universe and stars, were now rippled with an indescribable solemnity.

"Everything is subject to change, and the wheel of fate never stops turning."

"Jackie Chan."

He Xiangu's gaze suddenly sharpened, like two golden lightning bolts piercing through the void and locking firmly onto Jackie Chan.

That look contained an unprecedented warning, as if it foresaw some terrifying future.

"You need to be careful... Ximu."

"Ximu?"

Jackie Chan was jolted awake; his fatigue was instantly dispelled by the abrupt warning.

This name, like a long-forgotten pebble, was thrown into the deep pool of his memory, stirring up ripples.

That... always shrill-voiced, flapping-winged, seemingly harmless Sky Demon?

How could he...

"In the long river of time, I glimpsed a glimmer of ominous foreboding."

He Xiangu's voice became increasingly ethereal, carrying a power that penetrated the soul.

His golden phantom, like moonlight reflected on water, began to fluctuate violently and dim rapidly.

Light particles are peeling away and dissipating from its outline.

"Those corrupting laws of hell, granting demons twisted powers, can even help them break free from ancient black curses..."

His voice paused, each word carrying immense weight, striking the hearts of the three.

"Its origin... its dark core... I have a strong feeling that it may be inextricably linked to Ximu, perhaps even... inextricably linked!"

"what?!"

Shocking!

Jackie Chan, Jade, and Tru were struck as if by an invisible hammer, simultaneously letting out a cry of alarm, their faces drained of color.

Westwood? !
The Sky Demon, whose presence among the eight great demons seemed to be not particularly prominent, and who was even repeatedly toyed with by them?
That coward? That comical imitator?
He was actually the mastermind behind that terrifying black curse?!

How can this be? !
A sense of absurdity and intense unease gripped their hearts instantly.

"My Lord! You mean..."

Jackie Chan was in shock. He took a step forward and pressed for answers, trying to find the last clue.

However, He Xiangu's illusory image had become extremely blurred.

The golden outline was like a candle flickering in the wind, its light swaying as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

His face was no longer visible, only a hazy, holy halo remained.

"The order of the universe...has its own balance...the cycle of heaven...is clear and unerring..."

"Take care...and do it..."

The last few words, spoken intermittently, were like a dream murmur that had traveled through endless time and space, carrying endless mystery and a final warning, before completely dissipating into the air.

The golden light receded like the tide.

The last wisp of sacred energy also vanished into nothingness.

Silence returned to the cockpit.

Only the spare spaceship engine remained, emitting a monotonous, faint hum.

And then there were the heavy, chaotic heartbeats of Jackie Chan, Jade, and Tru.

Having just defeated Zhou Lan, the immense joy of surviving a calamity felt like being doused with a bucket of ice water.

There is no such thing.

Instead, there was a deeper worry, and a chill that was hard to describe.

Westwood...

Black curse...

Jackie Chan's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He clenched his fists instinctively, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

My gaze pierced through the porthole, looking out at the tranquil and profound universe.

The blue planet suspended on the black velvet curtain remains beautiful, spinning endlessly.

But in Jackie Chan's eyes, it seemed as if an ominous shadow had been cast over the scene.

He was perfectly clear about it.

The battle on the moon may only be the prelude.

An even bigger storm is brewing silently.

The new troubles are far more insidious and difficult to resolve than imagined.

It has already... quietly arrived.

(End of this chapter)