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

Chapter 180 The Unexpected Gates of Hell
"what--!"

Basha's figure vanished into the crack in an instant.

All of this happened so fast that the people on the shore hadn't even had time to react.

"Did you succeed?" Jackie Chan asked.

"It seems...yes." Tru wasn't quite sure either.

Just then, a cry of surprise rang out.

"Wow!"

It's Xiaoyu's voice!

Everyone turned their heads sharply to look.

Suddenly, Xiaoyu appeared to have run to a spot very close to the shore, holding a camera in her hand, seemingly taking pictures of the spectacular scene of the tsunami and her father's spell.

She was too close when Basha was hit and the Hell Rift opened!
A rock that had been wet by the sea suddenly came loose under her feet. Xiaoyu lost her balance and fell forward with a scream!

And the direction she fell was precisely that hellish rift that was about to close!

"Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan's eyes widened in fury, and he rushed over immediately!

Old Man, Tru, and Sheriff Black were all pale-faced as they rushed towards Jade!

But, it's too late!
The Hell Rift, like a greedy mouth, suddenly slammed shut the moment Xiaoyu fell in!

Snapped!
The crack disappeared, and the sea returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

All that was left was Jackie Chan, who, propelled by inertia, rushed to the shore but only managed to grab onto a wisp of air.

And there were the old man, Tru, and Sheriff Black, who stood frozen in place, as if petrified.

“Little…Little Jade…” Jackie Chan’s voice trembled as he stared in disbelief at the empty space in front of him.

"No...no..." The old man trembled all over, and the pufferfish in his hand fell to the ground.

His eyes instantly lost all their light, turning ashen and gray, like ashes that had been burned out.

“Hell… Xiaoyu… has fallen into hell…” The old man’s voice was filled with despair and pain, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in his hands, groaning in pain.

"My little Yu..."

Tru and Sheriff Black also looked grief-stricken and remorseful.

Jackie Chan suddenly stood up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot. He rushed to his father, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him violently.

"Dad! Quick! Think of something! Open the door! We have to save Xiaoyu!" Jackie Chan's voice was hoarse with excitement.

The old man slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with endless despair.

“It’s no use… Jackie Chan…” Old Man’s voice was low and hoarse, “That door… is locked…”

He closed his eyes in pain.

"Like the doors to the other seven demons... when a demon is forcibly sent back, or accidentally falls in, that door will be completely sealed from the inside by the power of the laws..."

"It will never...never be able to open..."

The old man's voice grew softer and softer, filled with a deathly silence.

The entire beach was shrouded in a suffocatingly somber atmosphere.

Hope seemed to have been completely ripped away.

Xiaoyu, that lively and brave girl who helped them escape danger time and time again, has fallen into a hell of eternal pain.

The gates to hell are now closed forever.

Jackie Chan released his father's shoulder, took two steps back dejectedly, and his face was completely drained of color.

Is there really no other way?
suddenly!

The old man, who was slumped on the ground, suddenly jolted!
As if he had remembered something of utmost importance, a faint yet incredibly bright light suddenly burst forth in his previously lifeless eyes!
"Wait!" The old man's voice trembled with excitement. "No! There's another door!"

Jackie Chan, Tru, and Sheriff Black immediately looked at Uncle! "Holy Lord!" Uncle suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with hope!

"The Gates of the Holy Lord! The Eight Great Demons, there are eight corresponding Gates of Hell!"

The old man's voice became urgent.

"The other seven demons, including Basha who just returned, all had their doors sealed by the laws! But the Holy Lord!"

"The Holy Lord has not been completely sealed away and sent back to Hell! He is still residing inside Valon!"

"Therefore, the eighth door that seals the Holy Lord... is not completely locked yet!"

The old man suddenly stood up from the ground. Although his body was still trembling, his eyes had regained their usual sharpness and determination!
"If we find the eighth door that seals the Holy Lord, we might be able to open it and rescue Xiaoyu!"

Hope, like a lighthouse in the darkness, has once again illuminated everyone's hearts!
"The Eighth Door!" Hope rekindled in Jackie Chan's eyes. "How do we find it?"

"The Pangu Box!" the old man exclaimed immediately. "The Pangu Box contains the locations of all the gates of hell! As long as we retrieve the Pangu Box, we can find the eighth gate that imprisons the Holy Lord!"

“The Pangu Box was taken by Valon, no, by Shendu!” Tru said.

"It seems he didn't take anything with him when he escaped," Sheriff Blake recalled. "He flew away in a great hurry."

"It must still be with Valon!" the old man said confidently. "While Shendu was unconscious, Valon knocked himself out with the treasure box!"

“Then we must find Valmont first!” Jackie Chan said immediately.

"No, let's go find the treasure box first." The old man shook his head. "Vallon has Shenron inside him. He's regained consciousness now and his whereabouts are uncertain. Searching for him is too much of a waste of time. I remember the place where Vallon was knocked unconscious; the treasure box is very likely to have fallen there!"

"Alright! Let's go find the Pangu Box right away!"

Without hesitation, everyone turned around and headed towards the spot where Valmont had been knocked unconscious.

……

Screen switching.

hell.

This is a dimension completely different from the human world.

Beneath the scarlet sky, there are twisted and grotesque mountains, and rivers of scorching lava flow.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and the eternal wails of countless souls.

There is no light here, only oppressive dark red light and endless despair.

Pfft!
With a soft thud, a small figure fell out of a suddenly appearing crack and landed on the hard, hot black rock ground.

It was Xiaoyu.

"Ouch!" Xiaoyu cried out in pain, rubbing her sore bottom.

She raised her head blankly, looking at the completely unfamiliar, terrifying, and eerie environment around her.

Lava, strange rocks, crimson sky, wailing...

"Where...where is this?" Xiaoyu's face was filled with fear and unease.

She was so focused on taking pictures that she slipped and fell into a dark hole, which led her to this awful place.

Overwhelmed by fear, Xiaoyu almost burst into tears.

But soon, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Being afraid is useless.

Uncle Long and Old Man will definitely come to save her!

What she had to do was protect herself before they arrived.

Xiaoyu stood up and dusted herself off.

She instinctively touched her pocket; thankfully, the camera was still there.

Xiaoyu raised her camera, looked at her own dusty, somewhat frightened face on the screen, and suddenly an idea popped into her head.

She pressed the shutter.

(End of this chapter)