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

Chapter 143 Opening the Gates of Hell! The Earthly Demon Descends!
The sheep talisman emitted a soft white light in Xiaoyu's hand.

It was as if she had grasped a warm, living cloud. She took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes, pressed the talisman close to his forehead, and said, "Dad, I'm here!"

A slight feeling of dizziness washed over me.

It felt like my body had been thrown into a spinning washing machine, but the next second, my feet were stepping on incredibly soft... grass?
Xiaoyu opened her eyes.

I found myself in an endless expanse of green hills.

The sky was a wonderful pale purple.

Floating above were not white clouds, but ancient scrolls exuding the fragrance of ink.

And... a plump sheep swimming slowly?
In the air.

The air was filled with the scent of grass, old books, and a faint, lingering smell of herbs mixed with dust, like the one my father always wore.

not far away.

A flock of fluffy sheep is surrounding a figure floating in mid-air.

The figure was wearing a familiar yellow wool sweater and holding a teacup whose contents were unclear.

It's my dad!

However, there was not a trace of his usual anxiety and impatience on his face at this moment.

Instead, it carried a kind of...sleepwalking-like tranquility.

"Dad!"

Xiaoyu rushed over, the grass beneath her feet as soft as cotton candy. "Dad! Wake up! Uncle Long needs help! The Earth Demon is out! How do we deal with him?"

The old man floating.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, but spoke in a distant and indistinct voice.

He mumbled in a dreamlike voice, "Earthly Demon... um... that big lump of mud... troublesome..."

"I know this is trouble! What should we do to deal with him, Dad?"

Xiaoyu was so anxious she was jumping up and down.

"We need... a divine token..."

The old man's voice seemed to come from a great distance, broken and intermittent. "An ancient... seal..."

"What token?" Xiaoyu asked quickly.

The old man slowly raised one hand and pointed to a flower blooming alone in the purple sky not far away.

A flower emitting a faint glow?

"A...flower..."

His fingers traced patterns in the air, leaving behind wisps of white fluff that drifted like wool.

"Flowers? What flowers? Where can I find them?!"

Xiaoyu asked eagerly, "What else? Is any magic needed?"

"Qi... Qi Spell..."

The old man's voice softened, and the sheep around him began to rise slowly, carrying him along with them. "The main thing... um... is... a ewe... fluffy... warm..."

"and many more!"

Xiaoyu watched her father drift further and further away, surrounded by a flock of plump sheep, looking like a strange balloon. "What kind of ewe's wool? Do you want anything else, Dad?!"

It seemed like Dad heard it.

He seemed not to hear him, and waved his hand, as if saying goodbye, or perhaps shooing away flies.

Figure.

They gradually disappeared into the floating scrolls and the higher flocks of sheep.

An invisible force came.

Xiaoyu felt dizzy and disoriented.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the antique shop, and she plopped down on the cold floor.

The sheep charm slipped from his hand.

It makes a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

Dad.

Still lying on the table, fast asleep, drool spreading a little more on the metal-covered ancient book.

"Flower? Mother wool?"

Xiaoyu picked up the talisman, grumbling angrily, "What kind of clue is this! It's like saying nothing at all!"

She looked at her father, still fast asleep, and felt a wave of helplessness wash over her.

……

Pamplona, ​​Spain.

The setting sun is like blood.

The remaining fervor of the Running of the Bulls was tinged with an eerie atmosphere.

The noisy crowd had largely dispersed, leaving behind a mess.

Jackie Chan hid in the shadows of a narrow cobblestone alley, anxiously whispering into the communicator on his wrist: "Inspector Black! It's me."

"Jackie Chan! Emergency! I've lost track of the Mafia."

"They've stolen the Pangu Box! They're going to release the Earth Demon, Di Kui! It's in Pamplona! I need satellite support."

"Locate their position immediately! They should be carrying a glowing metal box!"

A calm voice came through the communicator: "Received, Jackie Chan."

"District 13 is mobilizing satellite resources to maintain smooth communication. We will provide you with the coordinates as soon as possible."

Hang up communication.

Jackie Chan peeked out, looking warily in a certain direction. There.

This is the place where Zhou disappeared.

soon.

The satellite support mobilized by Sheriff Black arrived successfully, guiding Jackie Chan in the right direction.

In the distance of the city.

This is a very open space, filled with flowers.

Ah Fen and Rasu stood nervously in Valon...

Or rather, after the Holy Lord's passing.

Not daring to breathe, Zhou Ze held the Pangu Treasure Box, which was constantly flashing with light, his hands trembling slightly.

"This is it."

The Holy Lord's voice was cold and devoid of emotion as his gaze swept over the dilapidated room.

It's like looking at an eyesore of garbage.

"Zhou. Open it."

"Yes...yes, boss!" Zhou swallowed hard.

I carefully placed the Pangu Box on the edge of the fountain and, following the instructions I had been given, twisted several parts of the box.

"Om-"

The Pangu Box suddenly burst forth with a blinding light.

Complex geometric patterns shot out from the box.

Imprinted on the ancient stones of the fountain.

The entire area began to shake violently!

"Crack...knock..."

A hard stone surface.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared, and the dark, gaping maw of the beast suddenly widened.

Tear!

A spinning vortex of energy, a mixture of murky brown and ominous green, appeared out of thin air!
A feeling that seemed to come from the depths of the earth.

Dull.

A suffocating atmosphere, mixed with the rich smell of earth and rocks, surged out from the vortex!

The ground is trembling!

A huge, heavy figure, as big as a small mountain.

Slowly.

It squeezed out of that energy vortex!

Its body.

It is composed entirely of rough rock and solidified soil.

Sharp edges and corners.

It exudes an ancient desolation.

Two eyes.

They were two burning, ghastly green flames, filled with a violent and destructive desire.

The Demon of the Earth.

Dikui!

Its deep roar.

Like the friction of tectonic plates, the vibrations made the entire square buzz.

The Holy Lord looked at the "brother" who had returned from hell.

A barely perceptible, icy smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Roar--!"

Like the roar of plates rubbing and squeezing deep within the Earth's crust.

The Earthly King's enormous rocky body.

Having finally broken free from the shackles of the Gates of Hell, his heavy feet trod upon the ancient stone slabs of Pamplona, ​​leaving behind a spiderweb-like crack.

Those eyes burning with a ghastly green flame.

Scanning this world that was both familiar and strange, he felt a savage rage and... a hint of barely perceptible confusion.

"here……"

The Earth Demon spoke in a deep, gruff voice, like countless stones rolling and rubbing together, "This is not my palace!"

He abruptly turned his rock-formed head, his green eyes locking onto someone standing not far away.

That figure, dressed in an oddly fitting robe, seemed out of place.

And the three humans behind him who were clearly his lackeys.

"Holy Lord?"

Di Kui's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, but more of a commanding question.

"I demand that you rebuild my palace!"

Afen and Lasu were so frightened by Di Kui's enormous body and terrifying aura that their legs trembled.

Subconsciously, Zhou shrank back behind the Holy Lord, clutching the Pangu Box tightly as if he wanted to stuff himself inside as well.

(End of this chapter)