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

Chapter 161 The Book of a Hundred Ghosts, The End of Darkness!
"Then what do we do?" Tru asked in a gruff voice, his huge fist clenching again.

The old man looked up at the still dark red sky and sighed, "Now, we can only hope that the Holy Lord will have a little backbone and not hand over the book so easily. At the same time, we must find Xiaoyu as soon as possible! Only by finding that legendary, great being can we possibly resolve this crisis completely!"

"Can Xiaoyu really be found?" Jackie Chan wondered.

“I don’t know,” the old man shook his head. “But she’s our only hope right now. We have to believe in her.”

Sheriff Black pulled out his communicator: "I'll contact District 13 immediately and track Westwood's whereabouts with all our might, while also searching for any information about the 'Book of Ghosts and Monsters' and that majestic being!"

“Let’s leave here first.” Jackie Chan looked around. Although the battle under the bridge was over, the evil atmosphere in the air and the chaos in the city still made people uneasy. “Let’s go back to Dad’s shop and make further plans.”

The four quickly left the eerie underpass, their figures disappearing into the chaotic city streets.

Meanwhile, at the Black Hand organization's secret base.

This fortress, hidden in the shadows of the city, is currently shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of oppression.

Afen, Lasu, and Zhou huddled in a corner, not daring to even breathe.

In the central hall of the base, Valon, dressed in a black suit with a cold and stern face—or rather, the Holy Lord possessing him—sat in the main seat, his scarlet eyes flashing with an unpredictable light.

suddenly!

Boom! !
The base's thick metal walls, as if made of paper, suddenly exploded inwards! Debris and metal fragments flew everywhere!

An intensely dense dark energy surged in like a raging tide, instantly filling the entire hall!

A small, thin figure, exuding an immense, malevolent aura, flapped its black wings and slowly flew in through the torn hole.

His pure black eyes, burning with dark flames, looked down at the holy lord on the throne.

It's Ximu!

“Holy Lord.” Ximu’s voice was cold and arrogant, with an unquestionable tone of command, “Hand over the ‘Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales’.”

Valon's (the Holy Lord's) facial muscles twitched, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ximu, barely suppressing his anger: "Ximu, what do you mean by this? You've trespassed on my territory, and you dare to speak to me in this tone?"

"Your territory?" Ximu scoffed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Holy Lord, haven't you figured out the situation yet? Right now, you're nothing more than a remnant soul residing in a mortal body, while I,"

He spread his arms, and the surging dark flames around him instantly intensified, the terrifying pressure causing the entire base to tremble.
"We have mastered true power!"

Ah Fen and the other two were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear.

The Holy Lord felt the terrifying power emanating from Ximu, far surpassing his own, and his heart sank. He knew that what Ximu said was true.

After absorbing the power of those dark containers, his younger brother, whom he had always regarded as a clown, had been transformed into an existence that he could not match.

But his pride as a demon lord wouldn't allow him to bow down.

"The Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales is a thing of the night, what does it have to do with you?"

The Lord is trying to delay.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Ximu lost his patience, his dark eyes flashing with murderous intent. "That short-lived bastard Ye is dead, so his things should naturally go to the capable! I'll say it again, hand over the book! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to crush your remnant soul to pieces first!"

An even more terrifying dark pressure, as if it were a tangible force, pressed down on the Holy Lord!

Valon's body groaned under the strain, his bones creaking, and fear and resentment finally showed in his crimson eyes.

(Damn it! That bastard Ximu!) The Holy Lord roared in his heart, but he knew that he was no match for Ximu at all.

Where there is life, there is hope.

"Fine." The Holy Lord gritted his teeth, practically squeezing out the word. He raised his hand with difficulty, pointing to an inconspicuous safe in the corner of the hall. "The book is there."

Ximu snorted coldly, not even glancing at the safe, but simply moved his mind.

boom!
The heavy safe door was torn apart as if by an invisible hand, twisting and deforming to both sides!
A book wrapped in black leather, exuding an ancient and sinister aura, flew out of the wreckage of the safe on its own and slowly landed in Ximu's outstretched claws. The book's cover was cold and rough, as if tanned from the skin of some unknown creature, with a twisted, indescribable symbol branded in the center, which was unsettling just to look at.

"Hehehe, 'The Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales'..."

Ximu stroked the cover, feeling the dark power contained within—a power that shared his origins yet was far deeper and more chaotic. An unprecedented greed and fervor erupted in his pure black eyes. "Finally, I've got it!"

He eagerly turned the pages of the book.

Om-!
A powerful surge of black energy, filled with resentment and madness, suddenly erupted from the book, attempting to devour anything that approached it!
But Ximu just sneered, and the dark flames burning around him suddenly surged, and the purer and more domineering power of the black energy source instantly suppressed the resistance in the book!

"You dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?" Xi Mu's voice was like a cold blade scraping across the pages of a book.

Those ancient, distorted, and incomprehensible characters and strange patterns seemed to come alive under the powerful black energy source of Ximu!
They began to wriggle and deform, eventually turning into streams of black information that flooded into Ximu's mind!
Countless forbidden black magic spells! Secret arts for summoning, commanding, and even creating terrifying monsters!

Evil knowledge that distorts reality and manipulates the soul!

Like opening Pandora's box, the dark wisdom of the night, accumulated over countless years, was unreservedly revealed to Ximu!

Ximu hovered in the air, his body trembling slightly, his face contorted with a mixture of pain and extreme excitement.

The dark flames swirling around him became even more unstable, sometimes coalescing into a hideous ghost face, sometimes transforming into twisted tentacles. The oppressive aura emanating from him caused the entire base to groan, and fine cracks appeared on the walls!
As the Holy Lord (Valon) watched this scene, his crimson eyes were filled with horror and deep fear.

He could clearly feel that Ximu's power was surging at an unbelievable speed! It was a kind of pure and terrifying darkness that even he at his peak might not be able to reach!

(This madman... he really... has mastered the power of the night!) The Holy Lord's heart was filled with resentment and a trace of fear.

He realized that he had completely lost control of the situation.

Finally, Ximu slowly closed the "Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales".

He raised his head, and in the depths of his pure black eyes, it seemed as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as the roars of countless ghosts, were reflected. Gone was the cunning or comicality of before; only unfathomable, godlike indifference and evil remained.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the book "Tales of a Hundred Ghosts and Strange Things" transformed into a beam of black light and merged into his body.

“Holy Lord,” Ximu’s voice became deep and majestic, with an indifference as if looking down on ants, “your usefulness ends here.”

The Holy Lord (Valon) felt a pang of anxiety and was about to speak.

“However,” Ximu changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the three men, Afen, who were sprawled on the ground, a cruel smile curving his lips, “I now need some… servants. To build my kingdom, I need some… insignificant labor.”

He looked at the Holy Lord: "For the sake of our brotherhood, I can give you a choice."

"Submit to me, or... disappear completely."

The Holy Lord (Valon) was ashen-faced, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

To make him submit to Ximu, whom he once looked down upon the most? That was worse than killing him! But feeling the tangible killing intent and irresistible power emanating from Ximu, he knew he had no other choice.

“I…” the Holy Lord began with difficulty, his voice hoarse, “I… surrender.”

"Hehehe! A wise choice!" Ximu laughed with satisfaction, his laughter echoing in the hall, full of the arrogance of a victor.

He slowly landed on the ground, walked to the throne, and without even glancing at the Holy Lord (Vallon) who had made way for him, sat down directly.

He spread his arms, feeling the surging, earth-shattering power within him. His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the base, looking out at the sky that had been dyed dark red by his power.

"The old era has ended." Ximu's voice, like a cold declaration, resounded in every corner. "Now, it is my era, the era of Ximu, the Lord of the Sky!"

"I will re-establish the order of darkness on this land! I will build my kingdom!"

His eyes burned with a mad ambition and a destructive light.

A darker, more terrifying era is about to begin, as announced by this newly crowned demon lord.

(End of this chapter)