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

The stone path was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a faint smell of coal smoke and... an indescribable, strange smell, similar to that of a livestock shed.

Xiaoyu opened her eyes, feeling dizzy, and found herself lying on a muddy ground, clutching the shimmering fragment of a book page tightly in her arms.

She struggled to her feet and looked around.

Before me lay a completely unfamiliar town.

The low, dilapidated houses are mostly built of rough stone and wood, with thatched roofs, and are crookedly crammed together.

The streets were narrow and dirty, and the people, dressed in unusually ancient clothes, walked along numbly.

They wore clothes made of coarse cloth, their colors dull and gray, and their faces bore a deep, ingrained fear and subservience.

The sky was overcast and not a ray of sunshine could be seen, as if shrouded in a thick haze.

"Where...where am I?" Xiaoyu looked around blankly, feeling as if she had stumbled into an ancient, oppressive dream.

This was a completely different world from the modern metropolis she was familiar with, filled with skyscrapers and speeding cars!

Suddenly, a deep, rhythmic rumble came from the end of the street.

Boom... boom...

The sound grew closer, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

The people who were walking numbly on the street instantly showed extreme fear on their faces when they heard this sound!

Like startled rabbits, they knelt down, trembling, burying their heads deep in the ground, not daring to breathe!

"Kneel down now! Girl! Do you want to die?!"

An old, hoarse voice rang in Xiaoyu's ear.

Immediately afterwards, a rough, calloused hand grabbed her arm and pulled her down forcefully!

Caught off guard, Xiaoyu's knee slammed heavily onto the cold stone slab, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes.

She looked up and saw that the person who had grabbed her was an elderly man with gray hair and wearing tattered hemp clothes. The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy but filled with fear.

"The Demon King... the Demon King's procession is here! Lower your head! Don't let them see your face!" the old man said urgently in a breathy voice, while pressing Xiaoyu's head down forcefully.

The Demon King?

Xiaoyu was filled with doubt and unease.

Is this era truly ruled by demons?
Boom... boom...

The heavy footsteps grew closer, and the ground trembled slightly.

Xiaoyu couldn't help but secretly raise her head a little, peering through the gaps in the crowd towards the direction from which the sound came.

At the end of the street, a... team appeared?
No, that wasn't a human team at all!

Leading the way were several ferocious demonic minions wielding enormous bone clubs! Their skin was dark, their muscles bulging, and their eyes gleamed with cruel light as they drove the kneeling crowd ahead.

Behind them stood a colossal throne carried by even taller and more terrifying demons!
The throne was made of an unknown black metal, engraved with countless twisted and wailing soul patterns, and exuded a nauseatingly evil aura.

A figure sat regally on the throne.

The figure wore a magnificent dark red robe embroidered with flame totems and a ferocious demon crown on its head.

His face was... Jackie Chan?!

Do not!
No! Although it's Jackie Chan's face, his eyes burn with a cold, demonic crimson flame!

A cruel and arrogant smile curled at the corners of his lips as he looked down at the humans crawling below, like ants!
It's him!

Holy Lord!

Xiaoyu's heart sank to the bottom in an instant!
She finally understands!

The history altered by the Holy Lord has become a reality!
In this distorted timeline, the eight great demons were never sealed away, and they have been ruling the human world ever since!

And the Holy Lord became the supreme Demon King!

All of humanity has become his slave!
Fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed Xiaoyu.

She instinctively clutched the fragment of the history book in her pocket.

The warm touch seemed to bring a slight sense of comfort.

why?
Why am I the only one who hasn't been affected?

Is it... because of this fragment?
Looking at the people prostrate on the ground, trembling around her, and at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the throne, radiating overwhelming demonic power, Xiaoyu's eyes gradually ignited with an indomitable flame.

No!

We can't let things continue like this!
She has to find a way!

History must be corrected!
but……

What should she do?
In this age ruled by demons, she was just a little girl all alone...

The throne of the Holy Lord, surrounded by the minions of demons, slowly rolled across the street.

The suffocating pressure enveloped the entire town as if it were a tangible force.

Only after the menacing procession completely disappeared at the end of the street did the people crawling on the ground dare to cautiously raise their heads, their faces still bearing deep fear.

"Get up quickly, girl." The old man who had pulled Xiaoyu up earlier stood up shakily, dusted himself off, and said in a hoarse voice, "The Demon King is gone."

Xiaoyu also stood up, rubbing her numb knees, her little face filled with seriousness.

She looked at the crowd around her, now numb again, dispersing like zombies, and her heart was filled with sorrow and anger.

Is this the world ruled by demons?

There was no hope, no freedom, only endless fear and enslavement.

No, she has to do something!
Xiaoyu took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down and think.

My father once said, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

She knows nothing about this altered world, and acting rashly would only expose herself.

She needs to understand the situation first and find someone she can trust.

“Grandpa,” Xiaoyu walked up to the old man, trying to make her voice sound innocent, “was that... really the Demon King? He looked... like someone I know.”

The old man glanced at Xiaoyu warily with his cloudy eyes, seemingly finding her question somewhat strange.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The old man quickly pulled Xiaoyu to a secluded corner and whispered, "Girl, you just came from the countryside, right? You mustn't speak carelessly!"

"That lord is the supreme Holy Lord who rules this land, and even the entire world! The Demon of Fire! The head of the Eight Great Sovereigns!" The old man's voice was filled with awe and fear. "As for you saying he resembles someone you know... how could that be? The Holy Lord is a great demon; how could a mortal possibly resemble him?" (End of Chapter)