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

"Give back the Pangu Box!"

Jackie Chan and his crew hurriedly chased after Ah Fu, attempting to snatch back the Pangu Box before the gates of hell were opened.

But Afu immediately shielded the Pangu Box behind him.

"dream!"

At this critical moment!
"Oh dear! It's not over yet!"

Dad's voice suddenly rang out!
He had arrived at some point, holding an old sword that looked ordinary and even a little rusty!
"Jackie Chan! Catch!"

The old man suddenly threw the sword in Jackie Chan's direction!
Jackie Chan instinctively reached out and caught it!

The moment his hand gripped the sword hilt, a surge of righteous energy, mixed with an incomparably sharp sword intent, instantly flooded into his body!

This is... a divine relic used to seal the Holy Lord!
Lü Dongbin's precious sword!

"Demons and monsters, get out of here!" the old man shouted at the same time, and began to chant the sealing incantation!
Jackie Chan, in a moment of inspiration, poured all the positive energy within him into the sword in his hand!
Om-!
The ancient sword burst forth with dazzling golden light, and its sharp sword energy soared into the sky!

"Do not--!"

Standing before the castle, the Holy Lord, who was preparing to welcome the demons through the gates of hell, seemed to sense something and let out a terrified and desperate roar!

Inside the castle, Jackie Chan raised his gleaming golden sword high and slashed fiercely at the Holy Lord standing atop the fortress!
"boom--!"

The golden sword light, like divine punishment, instantly enveloped the Holy Lord!
A powerful sealing force erupted!
The fiery gate that connected to hell trembled violently under the impact of the golden light, groaning under its unbearable weight.

Finally... it opened with a roar!
The Holy Lord's soul was isolated by this powerful sealing force, completely losing its way back to the human world!

Meanwhile, in hell.

The seven demons, who were frantically rushing towards the eighth door, suddenly sensed the aura of the Holy Lord ahead...

Coming back!

The passage connecting the human world has been opened.
"Let's see who has the best skills!"

The demons exchanged glances and then charged madly toward the area where the Gates of Hell were located.

As a Sky Demon, Ximu is the fastest!
But unfortunately,
The other demons wouldn't stand idly by and watch Ximu reach the gates of Hell; none of them would use their powers to drag Ximu deeper into Hell.

then,

Continue charging towards the location of the Gates of Hell.

Zhong Su was swept down by Basha's water flow, Xiao Feng was pulled back by Zhou Lan's gravity, and Di Kui and Zhou Lan at the forefront were suddenly knocked down by Xi Mu Yong's black magic!
Seeing all the demons left behind, Ximu smiled slightly:
"Gentlemen, let me go to this mortal world."

"You all have witnessed my abilities."

"Only if I go to the human world will you have a chance to leave hell."

Say so.

But everyone knows that this is full of uncertainties!
All the doors are closed.

How can other demons leave Hell?

They'll be trapped here forever, this damn place!

"Ximu!"

However, before Ximu could be happy for long, he heard Xiaoyu's familiar voice from in front of him.

Ximu turned around in horror.

Seeing Xiaoyu standing in front of the Gates of Hell, waving goodbye to him, he said, "Only one person can pass through the Gates of Hell, that's the rule."

Subsequently,

Xiaoyu jumped into the gates of hell, and the gates closed!
"No--!!"

A desperate roar echoed throughout hell!

The seven demons attacked the void space frantically, but could no longer sense any trace of human presence.

They were once again completely trapped in hell!

Ximu, who was the first to rush to the door, was just one step away from stepping into the human world, but now he could only watch helplessly as the path of hope completely collapsed in front of him!
"Jackie Chan! Dad! And... that little girl!"

Ximu let out a sharp, piercing roar, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.
"I'll remember you! Just you wait! I'll find a way out! And then... I'll make you wish you were dead!!"

……

Inside the cave, the golden light dissipated.

Jackie Chan leaned on his sword, panting heavily.

The old man also stopped chanting the incantation, and a tired but gratified smile appeared on his face.

Tru and Sheriff Black tied up the unconscious Black Hand trio.

The crisis seems to have... been temporarily averted?

However, at that moment, the Pangu Box in Jackie Chan's hand suddenly trembled slightly, and an ancient symbol on the box lit up for a moment before quickly dimming.

No one noticed this subtle change.

They thought that this nightmare about the devil was finally coming to an end.

Little did they know, in the deepest recesses of hell, an even more insane and desperate plan was quietly brewing...

Hell. Deathly silence.

The figures of the seven demons stood like frozen sculptures before the void that once led to the eighth door.

The devastating blow of shattered hopes plunged these once-arrogant demon lords into an unprecedented state of despair and violence.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.

for a long time.

“Holy Lord…” Zhong Su broke the silence first, his voice as deep as rolling thunder, each word filled with rage capable of crushing rocks, “It’s all because of you, you piece of trash! Traitor!”

If it weren't for the Holy Lord's repeated failures and exposure, how could they have ended up in such a predicament?!

“That’s right!” Bo Gang echoed in a deep voice, his huge fists clenched so tightly they cracked. “I’m going to eat him! Right now!”

Cursed Moon's icy gaze swept over the demons: "He is now just a remnant soul, trapped in the mortal body of the human realm. What should we do with him?"

Just as the demons were focusing their boundless rage once again on the Holy Lord.

My brothers and sisters, it's not my fault; Jackie Chan and his crew were just too cunning.

A hoarse voice sounded.

It is the Holy Lord.

As the sword slew the demonic dragon, the Holy Lord's soul was once again sent back to hell.

His soul appeared before the demons, illusory yet burning with an almost insane determination in his crimson eyes.

"Now that things have come to this, there's no point in blaming each other."

The Holy Lord's voice was filled with helplessness: "We're all trapped here, aren't we?"

He also really wanted to complain.

He delivered the demons as promised this time, so how could they blame themselves for being sent back to hell for their disappointment?
He looked around at his angry and desperate compatriots.

"But that doesn't mean we have no hope."

"hope?"

Ximu let out a sharp sneer, his tattered primordial soul churning in the black mist. "Holy Lord, what kind of daydream are you having now? All the doors are sealed! We will be trapped in this hellhole for eternity!" "No." The Holy Lord slowly shook his head, an unsettling light flashing in his crimson eyes. "There is another way."

"A...last resort."

All the demons' eyes were focused on the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord took a deep breath, as if making a certain decision, his voice becoming low and seductive:
"We can...change everything."

"Change the past, change the present, change the future!"

"As long as we can find...and rewrite...that book that records the fate of all things..."

"The History of Time!"

"what?!"

"A history book of years?!"

"Are you insane, Holy Lord?!"

"That's forbidden! It's a domain that even we demons cannot easily touch!"

The Holy Lord's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples!
All the demons were shocked!
The Book of Time is a mysterious book that is said to record all history and future trends since the birth of the universe, containing the ultimate secrets of the laws of time!
To distort the annals of history?

That means going against the order of the entire universe!
The consequences are simply unimaginable!

"I'm not crazy!" The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, carrying a desperate madness, "This is our only way out!"

His bloodshot eyes swept over every demon, his voice filled with seductive power:

"Just think about it! If only we could rewrite history! Make sure the Eight Immortals never existed! Make sure that damned Lin Tian never was born!"

The mere mention of the name "Lin Tian" caused all the demons to hold their breath!
"Will we be sealed away again?!"

The Holy Lord continued to roar, "No! We will rule the world forever! We will become the true rulers of this universe!"

“That guy… left such a deep shadow…” Zhou Lan’s deep voice rang out, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

The other demons also fell silent.

Lin Tian and the Sword of Time are the fears imprinted deep within their very being.

If... if we could really erase that existence completely...

This temptation is too great!
It was so great that it made them temporarily forget their reverence for the annals of history!
“That’s right!” The Holy Lord pressed on, “Only by completely erasing Lin Tian’s existence can we truly escape this damned fate! And forever break free from the fear of being sealed away!”

"As for how to find the historical records of the past, and how to tamper with them..."

The Holy Lord's gaze deepened. "I have my own way. But it requires the power of all of us demons! We need cooperation! Cooperation like never before!"

He looked at these "brothers and sisters" before him, each with their own thoughts, yet all trapped in hell and filled with fear of Lin Tian, ​​and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The flames of hell seemed to burn even more fiercely.

A far more insane and far-reaching conspiracy is quietly brewing in this dimension of despair.

It was at this time.

Far away in the human world.

On that secluded and isolated magnificent building.

The last stone door, which had been tightly closed for countless years, slowly and silently opened a crack.

Inside the gate lies the seemingly eternally unchanging Jade Palace.

And in the deepest part of the Jade Palace, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a blurry figure sat quietly, as if waiting...

Countless cycles of reincarnation.

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing on that distant hellish dimension.

A meaningful smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

Hell. Deathly silence.

The figures of the seven demons stood like frozen sculptures before the void that once led to the eighth door.

The devastating blow of shattered hopes plunged these once-arrogant demon lords into an unprecedented state of despair and violence.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.

for a long time.

“Holy Lord…” Zhong Su broke the silence first, his voice as deep as rolling thunder, each word filled with rage capable of crushing rocks, “It’s all because of you, you piece of trash! Traitor!”

If it weren't for the Holy Lord's repeated failures and exposure, how could they have ended up in such a predicament?!

“That’s right!” Bo Gang echoed in a deep voice, his huge fists clenched so tightly they cracked. “I’m going to eat him! Right now!”

Cursed Moon's icy gaze swept over the demons: "He is now just a remnant soul, trapped in the mortal body of the human realm. What should we do with him?"

Just as the demons were once again focusing their boundless rage on the Holy Lord who was far away on Earth.

"Enough." A hoarse voice, yet one that carried an undeniable authority, rang out.

It is the Holy Lord.

His soul projection appeared before the demons. Although it was illusory, his scarlet eyes burned with an almost insane determination.

"Things have come to this point, blaming each other is pointless," the Holy Lord's voice was icy. "We're all trapped here, aren't we?"

He looked around at his angry and desperate compatriots.

"But that doesn't mean we have no hope."

"Hope?" Ximu let out a sharp sneer, his tattered primordial soul churning in the black mist. "Holy Lord, what kind of daydream are you having now? All the doors are sealed! We will be trapped in this hellhole for eternity!"

"No." The Holy Lord slowly shook his head, a disturbing light flashing in his scarlet eyes. "There is another way."

"A...last resort."

All the demons' eyes were focused on the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord took a deep breath, as if making a certain decision, his voice becoming low and seductive:
"We can...change everything."

"Change the past, change the present, change the future!"

"As long as we can find...and rewrite...that book that records the fate of all things..."

"The History of Time!"

"what?!"

"A history book of years?!"

"Are you insane, Holy Lord?!"

"That's forbidden! It's a domain that even we demons cannot easily touch!"

The Holy Lord's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples!
All the demons were shocked!
The Book of Time is a mysterious book that is said to record all history and future trends since the birth of the universe, containing the ultimate secrets of the laws of time!
To distort the annals of history?

That means going against the order of the entire universe!
The consequences are simply unimaginable!

"I am not insane!" The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, carrying a desperate madness, "This is our only way out!"

His bloodshot eyes swept over every demon, his voice filled with seductive power:

"Just think about it! If only we could rewrite history! Make sure the Eight Immortals never existed! Make sure that damned Lin Tian never was born!"

The mere mention of the name "Lin Tian" caused all the demons to hold their breath!
"Then will we be sealed away again?!" the Holy Lord roared. "No! We will rule the world forever! We will become the true rulers of this universe!" (End of Chapter)