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

“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 Baiyujing, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a blurry figure sat quietly.

At the summit of the magnificent palace, clouds and mist swirl, creating an eternal fairyland.

Lin Tian slowly opened his eyes, calm and undisturbed, yet seemingly reflecting the movement of the universe and stars.

With a light flick of the fingertips, the invisible energy moves at will, like the most sensitive tentacles, probing into the distant depths of time and space.

The aura of history books of time showed a subtle yet clearly discernible fluctuation.

It is the Holy Lord.

That soul, caught between worldly desires and demonic ambitions, has finally reached this point.

He wanted to venture into that forbidden realm, attempting to alter the order of the universe with his mortal pen.

Lin Tian slowly rose to his feet, his white robe fluttering even without wind.

He stood atop the magnificent palace, overlooking the rolling sea of ​​clouds below, his gaze piercing through endless time and space.

Countless causes and effects, like intricate threads, intertwined and flowed in his eyes.

The scheme he laid out, the threads he set up, have now all converged on this point.

The Lord's actions were both unexpected and reasonable.

The demons' greed and fear will ultimately drive them toward destruction, or... attempt to seize power that does not belong to them.

Falsifying history and erasing threats may seem like a shortcut, but in reality, it is a wrong path leading to a deeper abyss.

Lin Tian sighed softly. This sigh was not one of regret, but rather a kind of... calm as the curtain was about to fall.

He created certain "causes" with his own hands, so naturally he must also reap these "effects" himself.

The time has come.

Having been entangled across several eras and spanning the causes and effects of light and darkness, it's time to bring it to a close.

His figure, like an ink droplet thrown into water, gradually became ethereal, eventually transforming into an imperceptible wisp of pure air that quietly dissipated atop the magnificent palace.

Silent and still, as if it had never existed. Only the swirling clouds continue to roll and churn, witnessing the departure of a transcendent being, and... an impending storm that will sweep across the entire river of history.

……

hell.

Under the crimson sky, the atmosphere of despair and violence grew even stronger.

The patience of the Seven Demons had long been worn down by endless imprisonment and the betrayal of the Holy Lord.

"Holy Lord! You'd better give us an explanation!" Zhong Su roared, his voice booming like thunder, causing the surrounding black rocks to tremble.

"Our doors have all been sealed, yet you remain safely in the mortal realm!" Curse Moon's icy voice swept through like a cold current.

"I will devour you!" Bo Gang's massive body trembled with rage.

Just as the demons' rage was about to erupt completely, even at the cost of their own life force, they were about to forcefully attack the human world and bring destruction to the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord's voice, slightly hoarse yet exceptionally confident, came through the faint soul connection once again.

"My dear brothers and sisters, please calm down."

"I admit there were indeed some... misunderstandings before." The Holy Lord's voice carried a false sincerity. "But I assure you, this time, I have found a way that can truly solve our problem once and for all!"

"Another lie?" Ximu sneered sharply.

"No, this time, it's no lie!" The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, filled with an almost fanatical confidence. "I have found an ancient magic, a magic... that can keep the eighth door open forever, and even... affect the stability of the other seven doors!"

To increase the persuasiveness, the Holy Lord transmitted the blurry image again.

This time, instead of showing the "telephone book" directly, he focused the image on the densely packed, neatly arranged "symbols" and "numbers" on the pages.

"Look!" The Holy Lord's voice was full of seduction, "This ancient book records the secrets of the beginning of the universe! These runes contain the supreme power to maintain the stability of the spatial passages!"

"If I can return to the mortal realm and personally cast the magic on this, not only will the eighth door remain open for us forever, but it may even... loosen the seals on the other seven doors!"

The demons stared at the "runes" in the image—runes they couldn't understand at all, yet which seemed unusually "orderly" and "profound"—and hesitated once again.

The Holy Lord's words sound absurd, but... what if they are true?

The gates of hell are forever open?
Loosen the seals on the other seven doors?

what does this mean?
This means they can not only travel freely between the human and mortal realms, but may even... reassemble the full power of the eight great demons!

The temptation is too great!

It was enough to make them suppress their hatred and doubt towards the Holy Lord once again.

"You... are you serious?" The deep voice of the Earth Demon Curse Blue sounded, carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

“Absolutely true!” the Holy Lord immediately replied. “But to cast this spell, I need to return to the mortal realm in person, using specific ley line nodes and… some special materials.”

“Therefore,” the Holy Lord’s voice became incredibly sincere, “I need you to help me one more time! Send me back to the mortal realm!”

"This time, I promise that as long as the magic succeeds, I will return immediately and join you all in returning to the mortal realm to establish our eternal Dark Dynasty!"

Silence fell once again in hell.

The demons stared at each other, their eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Fear, doubt, anger... and that endless yearning for freedom and power that can never be completely extinguished.

In the end, the temptation to leave hell prevailed.

Rather than being trapped in this place of despair forever, why not... take another gamble! (End of Chapter)