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

The Pangu Box trembled violently in Jackie Chan's hands, emitting an ominous glow.

The ancient patterns on the box's surface seemed to writhe like living things, and a cold, chaotic aura emanated from it.

"Oh no! Stop it!"

The old man shouted anxiously, "The demons are trying to force open the passage!"

Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan immediately tried to close the box with brute force, but the powerful force from the depths of hell was something he could not contend with.

The box seemed to have its own will, broke free from its restraints, and suddenly flew into the air!
"Om-!"

The box spun rapidly in the air, projecting a distorted beam of light that struck the empty ground directly.

The ground rippled like water, and a swirling black vortex, exuding a stench and an aura of despair, appeared out of thin air and was expanding at a visible speed!

That leads to hell...

Temporary passage!

"Dad!" Jackie Chan was extremely anxious as he watched the ever-expanding vortex and the chilling roar emanating from it.

"There's no other way!" A resolute glint flashed in the old man's eyes. "We have to use that method!"

He bit his fingertip hard, squeezing out a drop of blood containing righteous energy, and quickly drew a complex golden rune on his forehead.

"True! Protect my physical body!" the old man solemnly instructed.

"Understood, sir!" Tru immediately stepped in front of his father, his massive body like a mountain.

The old man took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began chanting an ancient and mysterious incantation.

As the incantation was chanted, his body began to emit a faint golden light.

The next second, a semi-transparent golden figure, exactly like his father, slowly rose from above his head.

Astral projection!

The old man's primordial spirit, condensing the essence of his life's cultivation, rushed towards the spinning hellish vortex without hesitation!

He must find a way to distract the demons from the other side of hell and buy time for Jackie Chan and the others!
However, just as the old man's primordial spirit was about to be swallowed by the vortex, another change occurred!
Xiaoyu, who had been standing to the side, curiously taking pictures with her camera, suddenly slipped!
"Wow!"

She gasped, lost her balance, and the camera slipped from her hand, flying unintentionally towards the vortex of hell!
Xiaoyu instinctively reached out to grab the camera, and her body leaned forward as a result!
"Xiaoyu!" Jackie Chan and Tru exclaimed at the same time, trying to stop them, but it was too late!

Xiaoyu's body, along with the camera, fell into the spinning and expanding hellish vortex!
"No—!" The moment his father's spirit entered the vortex, he witnessed this scene that terrified him!
He wanted to turn around to save Xiaoyu, but the power of the laws of the Hell Passage had already acted on him, pulling him toward the depths of Hell!

"Xiaoyu! Listen!"

With all his might, the old man sent out his last words, "The Eighth Door! The Gate of Hell of the Holy Lord! That is your only chance to leave! You must find it before the demons! You must get out—!"

The old man's voice was completely swallowed up by the vortex.

The passage is closed.

The ground returned to calm, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

All that remained were a stunned Jackie Chan and Tru, and... the cold reality of having lost Jade forever.

……

hell.

Xiaoyu felt like she was on a super-fast roller coaster without a seatbelt. After spinning around, she landed heavily on her bottom on a hard, hot black rock.

"Ouch..." she cried out in pain, rubbing her bottom as she got up and looked around blankly.

A crimson sky, twisted mountains, flowing lava, the pungent smell of sulfur, and distant wails...

Could this place... be... hell?!

A tremendous fear gripped her instantly.

But she quickly remembered her father's last words—the eighth door!
She had to find that door! Xiaoyu composed herself and picked up the camera that had fallen to the side.

Fortunately, the camera wasn't damaged.

She instinctively pressed the shutter button.

Click.

"Hmm... the lighting is still not good."

She looked at her own dusty, terrified face on the screen and habitually made a sarcastic remark.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and began to observe her surroundings.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from above.

Xiaoyu looked up and saw a tattered black shadow falling crookedly from the sky.

boom!
The dark shadow crashed onto a rock not far away with a muffled thud; it was none other than the one they had seen once before in the human world…

The remnant soul of Ximu!
Ximu clearly hadn't expected to see a human little girl here; his ethereal face was filled with astonishment.

Before he could react, the camera slipped from Xiaoyu's hand again due to the vibration.

This time, it hit Ximu's illusory head squarely.

"Ouch!" Ximu cried out in sharp pain.

He instinctively covered his head, his gaze falling on the camera that had fallen to the ground.

That familiar shape... it's something from the human world!
Then look at the little girl in the strange clothes in front of you...

Ximu suddenly remembered something!
It's him! It's this little girl! And that old man and Jackie Chan!

They are the ones who caused us to be sent back to hell and become so weak!

A surge of overwhelming anger instantly welled up in Ximu's heart!
But he quickly calmed down.

He is now just a remnant soul with weak power, while this little girl... seems a bit strange.

Ximu rolled his pure black eyes, and a wicked thought rose in his mind.

He picked up the camera from the ground and pretended to look at it with curiosity.

“Little thing, what is this? A human toy?” Ximu asked in a sharp voice that tried to sound as “kind” as possible.

Xiaoyu looked at him warily without saying a word.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Ximu smiled, though the smile was more like a grimace. "I'm the guide here... uh... are you lost? I can take you to your family."

Xiaoyu remained silent, only tightly clutching the ancient book in her arms.

Ximu rolled his eyes, raised his camera, and aimed it at Xiaoyu.

"Is this how you use this little gadget?"

Click!

He pressed the shutter, and a flash went off.

Ximu looked at the frozen image of Xiaoyu on the camera screen and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Alright, little guide, now you can take me to find the other demons, right?" A clear voice suddenly rang out.

Xi Mu was taken aback and looked down at Xiao Yu.

Xiaoyu had somehow straightened up. Although her face still showed some fear, her eyes were unusually calm, even carrying a hint of… cunning? (End of Chapter)