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

Chapter 140 The Ancient Secrets of the Eight Great Demons Revealed!

Westwood...

These two words, like two red-hot branding irons, were deeply imprinted on the hearts of Jackie Chan, Jade, and Tru.

Inside the cockpit, there was a deathly silence.

All that remained was the monotonous hum of the engine and the heavy, disordered heartbeats of the three people.

"My Lord... what you just said..."

Jackie Chan's throat was dry. He took a step forward, trying to catch the rapidly dissipating golden light and shadow, wanting to ask for more details.

However, He Xiangu's projection was already like a candle flickering in the wind.
The last particles of light peeled away from His blurred outline and dissipated.

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

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

The intermittent sound, as if traversing endless time and space, carried a final warning before completely dissipating into the air.

The golden light faded, and the sacred aura vanished completely.

The cockpit, a return to cold reality.

The immense joy of surviving a calamity after just defeating Zhou Lan was completely dampened by this sudden turn of events.

A deeper worry, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around their hearts.

Ximu… that shrill-voiced, wing-flapping sky demon who always seemed to be imitating the Holy Lord, even in a somewhat comical way…

It turns out to be the source of that terrifying black curse...?
This is simply... so absurd it's chilling.

"Uncle Long...is...is this real?"

Xiaoyu's voice trembled, and her face was deathly pale. She couldn't connect the weakest demon recorded in the book with the terrifying being described by the gods!
They seem to be completely different demons!
Tru slumped in his chair, his face even more pale than when he fought against Zhou Lan. His massive body trembled slightly, clearly shocked by the news.

Jackie Chan did not answer.

His brows were furrowed, forming a deep frown.

My gaze pierced through the porthole, looking out at the tranquil and profound universe.
That blue planet, suspended on the black velvet curtain, remains beautiful and continues to spin.

But in Jackie Chan's eyes, at this moment, it seemed as if an ominous shadow had been cast over him.

He was perfectly clear in his mind,
The battle on the moon may really just be the prelude.

An even larger and more unpredictable storm is quietly brewing.

……

The journey back to Earth was unusually silent.

The spacecraft smoothly passed through the atmosphere and landed on the already cleared helipad in Zone 13.

Sheriff Black, accompanied by several detectives, had been waiting for some time. When he saw Jackie Chan and his two companions return safely, a rare look of relief appeared on his tense face.

But when he saw the three men's expressions, so solemn they were almost dripping with worry, he knew that things were probably far from over.

After a brief handover, Jackie Chan didn't linger for a moment. He took Jade and Tru, who were also preoccupied with their own thoughts, and headed straight for Old Man's Antique Shop.

Pushing open that familiar wooden door with the "Closed" sign,

A scent mingled with old books, dust, and... a faint sandalwood fragrance wafted towards me.

The shop was even more disorganized than when I left.

Open ancient books were scattered on the ground, and extinguished incense and candles and several strange magical artifacts were placed on the table, clearly traces left by the spell to summon the gods.

The old man was standing with his back to them in front of a table piled with ancient books, his back hunched, seemingly studying something.

He didn't turn around, but said in his distinctive, heavily accented, old voice, "Oh, it's good that you're back. I knew you guys could do it."

His tone carried a hint of weariness, but more than that, it conveyed a sense of solemnity, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Dad," Jackie Chan strode forward, his voice urgent, "We're in trouble, huge trouble!"

The old man slowly turned around.

The deep wrinkles on his face seemed even deeper than before, but his eyes held a sharp, all-knowing gaze.

“Father knows,” he sighed, pointing to the scattered ancient books on the table, “Although Zhou Lan has been exiled again, things are not over yet.”

“Dad,” Jackie Chan took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty, “He Xiangu… that deity left behind a message before she disappeared.”

He recounted He Xiangu's warnings about Ximu and the Black Curse in detail.

As Jackie Chan narrated, the wrinkles on his father's face tightened more and more.

Xiaoyu and Tru stood aside, barely daring to breathe, nervously watching their father's reaction.

“Ximu…” The old man’s knuckles were white from clenching his fists. He turned around abruptly and began rummaging through the bookshelves, muttering to himself, “Oh dear, how could it be him… that little ordinary demon who can only fly around…” A moment later, he pulled out a thick, yellowed, musty-smelling ancient book from the bottom shelf.

With a "thud," the book was slammed onto the table, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With his age-spotted fingers, he trembled as he turned the pages, his eyes searching through the lines of obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient text.

"found it!"

The old man suddenly stopped, pointing to a passage of text, "Here! It's recorded here!"

Jackie Chan quickly leaned over to take a look, but he couldn't understand a single one of the distorted symbols and ancient hieroglyphs.

"Dad, what does it say here?"

"Oh dear, you're an archaeologist, can't you even understand this little bit of classical Chinese?"

The old man habitually complained, then his face turned extremely serious. "The book says... Ximu, a sky demon, is cunning and adept at transformation, and his heart... is unfathomable."

He paused, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of disbelief that even he himself found hard to believe.

"More importantly... the book subtly mentions that Ximu... is not simply a sky demon, he... he is also... a demon wizard!"

"A demon wizard?!"

Jackie Chan and Jade exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"Like Holy Lord?"

Xiaoyu's eyes widened.
“No,” the old man shook his head, his face terribly grim, “I’m afraid… he’s… more… skilled… and… ancient than the Holy Lord…”

A suffocating silence fell over the antique shop.

A demon wizard who is older and more skilled in magic than the Holy Lord?

And this demon

He disguised himself as an insignificant, even somewhat comical, nobody, lurking among them.
This realization sent a chill down Jackie Chan's spine.

"Then... what about the second thing He Xiangu mentioned?"

Jackie Chan composed himself and asked another huge question that had been nagging at him, "She said... before the Eight Immortals sealed the demons, the demons... had already been severely injured by some... mysterious being? Then... who was that?"

This question seems to touch upon an ancient taboo even more than the true nature of Ximu.

The old man's brows furrowed even deeper.

He began to peruse the ancient books on the table again, one after another, even picking up a magnifying glass to carefully examine the blurred characters.
for a long time.

The old man shook his head wearily.

"have no idea,"

His voice was hoarse, filled with deep confusion, "There is no clear record of this matter in these ancient books."

"It's as if... that period of history was deliberately erased."

Jackie Chan's heart sank.

Even my father doesn't know, so who else could?

Just then, the old man's gaze fell on a book that looked different from the others, tucked away in the corner of the table.

That book,
The cover is made of some strange metal, covered with incomprehensible spiral patterns, emitting a faint glow.

It was the mysterious book that had been brought back from the Jade Pavilion.

A complex light flashed in the old man's eyes, a mixture of curiosity, apprehension, but more than anything else... a determination to gamble everything.

He reached out and gently stroked the cold metal cover.

"perhaps……"

The old man's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, yet it was as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"Only by thoroughly studying this book can we achieve this goal."

Only then can we know... what exactly happened in that distant past.

Only then will we know... who exactly is the being that severely injured the eight great demons.

"Only then will we know... just how many secrets are hidden behind Ximu and that black curse."

The old man raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Jackie Chan, Jade, and Tru.
"Oh dear, it looks like Dad's going to be staying up all night again."

Although his tone still carried a hint of complaint, his eyes were filled with seriousness.

But this foreshadows an even more difficult and dangerous exploration.

This is just the beginning.
(End of this chapter)