Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 102 The Future Belongs to: Cursed Blue!
hum~
Throughout the universe, a vast aura gradually swept across the entire world.

Under the extreme collapse of balance.

A brief revival of the Dark Ages.

A few black, willow-like particles drifted slowly down into the air.

This is the legendary black mist, which can only be seen by experienced mages using specific magic or by demon wizards.

At this moment, however, the density is so high that even ordinary people can see it.

Everyone felt panic at that moment.

All those with extraordinary abilities felt things more deeply, and their fear was even more intense.

Even the Dark Wizard wasn't happy.

Because the black mist that now carries a hint of barbarity does not belong to this era, nor is it close to the black mist creatures of today.

They belong to ancient glory, but now they belong only to that one demon.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty!"

The black giant wolf uttered a difficult yet fanatical demonic language.

Its proud wolf head slowly lowered, and it led the pack to disintegrate.

Within that vast complex of buildings, all the figures crumbled at that moment.

Scattered black lights, bathed in moonlight, drifted toward the demon.

Zhou Lan felt neither the loss of his followers nor the pressure of honor brought about by the expectations of other demon wizards.

He stood there quietly, his four hands tucked into his sleeves, and floated over the lonely moon palace toward his father.

On his robes, black specks of light gradually formed a picture scroll: a giant wolf and a strange white rabbit were looking up at the moon in the sky, and on the moon, a bat wing was faintly visible.

That was the one who initiated the coronation ceremony, and now, he will either be eternal with the demons, or perish with them.

The atmosphere of the past grew increasingly wild and desolate, and the moonlight became increasingly dazzling.

The entire planet was now bathed in moonlight, and the temperature had dropped by at least ten degrees.

This is moonlight from tens of thousands of years ago, shining on the blue planet we know today.

The old man couldn't help but take a half step back, and he tightly grasped a small lotus bud.

Although it was just a lone demon, the pressure it exerted on the old man at this moment was greater than the pressure from the countless demonic phantoms just now.

The demon was drawing closer.

This is the scene that the old man most wanted to see. Without the interference of other demons, as long as this demon is sealed, everything will be over.

Ninety percent of the world's righteousness is gathered in the old man. The destiny of the new era is trying to shine its own light in the moonlight of the old era, but at this moment it seems so insignificant.

Zhou Lan was very close, extremely close.

The old man raised his hand.

The activated lotus bud instantly unleashed a powerful aura of justice.

A beautiful woman seemed to be faintly visible in the void.

But the next moment.

Zhou Lan reached out and pinched.

hum~
The woman's illusory image shattered instantly.

The lotus bud petals, flying rapidly towards Zhou Lan, shattered into specks of pollen, passing by the demon and drifting into the boundless universe, unable to stop the demon's advance.

"Is this the destiny of the new era?"

The demon's voice, which could even be described as gentle, rang out beside him.

When the old man came to his senses, the tall figure had already passed him and floated towards the front of the moon.

There was no anger, nor a return to hysteria.

He calmly shattered his own sealing magic, ignoring himself as a righteous mage.

There was disbelief in the old man's cloudy eyes.

He couldn't understand why the usually invincible sealing magic had failed at this moment, when Shendu, Bogan, and Basha had all been easily defeated by the magic's counter.
The empty palace complex before them shimmered faintly, emanating an even more ancient and desolate aura, making the black mist savage and aggressive.

The old man turned around, about to say something, when he felt his body merging into the surface of the moon, leaving only his head looking at the blue planet.

The demon showed no intention of communicating with him, uttering only one sentence throughout the entire exchange.

He had no power to resist.
Destiny? What is destiny?

If this destiny refers to myself, then why do I feel so powerless?
The Panku Box swept past my eyes.

As Zhou Lan reached out, the Panku Treasure Box floated in the void.

"The capital of God."

A refined voice appeared on the moon.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if his words became law.

Two phantom figures appeared on the moon, gradually solidifying until they were fully visible.

The arrogance and disdain in the eyes of the little demon dragon completely disappeared at this moment. He stood obediently behind the Holy Lord, not raising his head, trying his best not to make eye contact with Zhou Lan.

"Long time no see, Zhou Lan."

The Holy Lord, however, did not have so many thoughts. He smiled and looked up at Zhou Lan, his eyes filled with more emotion.

In that glorious era, there might be debate about who was second in terms of strength, but no one could dispute who was first, regardless of whether there were gods or not.

It seems that even in this degenerate age, this is still the case.
"This is for you."

Zhou Lan raised his hand, and the Panku Treasure Box, emitting specks of green electric arcs, floated in front of the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord was somewhat embarrassed: "I can't touch it; you know how weak I am."

Zhou Lan nodded, his gaze fixed on the Panku Treasure Box.

It takes about three seconds.

He silently looked at the blue star and reached out to grasp it.

A tall, middle-aged man in a suit with a nose strip on his nose appeared, looking completely bewildered.

As the Panku Box approached, Rasu instinctively caught it, looked around, and exclaimed, "Wow, an unexpected space trip!"

Seemingly realizing what was happening, he muttered, "How could I still be alive on the moon? I must still be dreaming."

Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

"This is."

The Holy Lord was somewhat curious. He knew Rasu; when Rasu was still a stone statue, he was one of Valon's useless henchmen.

A rare hint of hesitation appeared in Zhou Lan's silent eyes: "The chosen one of the Panku Box?" He felt somewhat confused about the current concept of destiny.

But he quickly dismissed that doubt from his mind.

Fingertips moved slightly.

The Holy Lord's soul was being subtly pulled out of his body.

It was a yellow, transparent dragon soul, with seven rings of different colors tightly wrapped around it.

Let him be tightly connected to this body.

But with a gravitational fluctuation, two of the rings shattered, easing the dragon's sense of restraint.

let go.

The Dragon Soul returns.

The Holy Lord sensed his own soul and frowned: "Can't it be completely untied at once?"

"Your reputation."

"Alright, alright," the Holy Lord interrupted directly, "Two are fine too."

He looked behind Zhou Lan, where there was an old man bound. The Holy Lord asked, "Why don't you kill him?"

"Pointless."

Zhou Lan shook his head: "Righteous energy cannot be destroyed. Killing the vessel of righteous energy will only prolong the backlash."

The Holy Lord sighed, "If it were me, I would definitely kill him to buy more time to prepare."

Zhou Lan did not answer, but instead looked at the little demon dragon.

This was the first time Zhou Lan had seen a second-generation demon, and he could clearly see the structure of the demon dragon.

It was created from a portion of the Holy Lord's original power, one-tenth of his fiery authority, and some of the demons' soul energy.

He is the true son of the devil, and currently the only son of the devil.

Originally, Zhou Lan thought that the Demon Child was just a divider created by the Holy Lord.

A tool that allows the balance to more easily accommodate the Holy Lord and prolong His reign.

But now it seems that this is not the case. The appearance of this demon child does not seem to be the original intention of the Holy Lord, but rather an accidental creation.

The Holy Lord noticed Zhou Lan's gaze and subtly shielded the demon dragon behind him: "Now that you've fulfilled your promise, is there anything else?"

Zhou Lan came to her senses.

With a slight fluctuation in gravity, the three people in front of them disappeared.

He was the only demon left on the moon.

Zhou Lan silently looked at Lan Xing.

The Holy Lord was right. As long as he killed the old man, he could gain more time for peace and prolong the time before the backlash came.

However, Zhou Lan felt it was unnecessary. At his current level, he had 30% of his power and 50% of his intelligence, which was already his limit. Even if he wanted to recover, it would not be something that could be done overnight. There was no point in delaying it for several more years.

so.
come on!

He wanted to see if the righteous spirit of the new era was qualified to pull him down from the throne of the old king.

Can you curse him and destroy him?

"Hey~ What are you doing? Stop!"

Behind them, a voice imbued with magic rang out; it was the anxious voice of destiny, and also the echoing voice of righteousness.

Zhou Lan didn't stop. He stretched out one hand toward Blue Star, his eyes completely calm.

The moon has gone off track.

The old king must write his own rules in the new era.

Make a slight fist.

Gravity, transformation.

Now, Curse Blue has completely intensified the era's counterattack.

Calamity has befallen us!
Even in images from space, you can see the turmoil in the oceans of that blue planet.

The old man understood perfectly what this image represented.

He struggled frantically, but to no avail.

He loudly questioned Zhou Lan, watching helplessly as the ocean relentlessly swept across the land, as the land trembled, and as the lights representing civilization flickered.

"Isn't what you want to be ruled? Why?"

The old man asked blankly.

He could imagine countless people losing their homes and lives in that short period of time; he could picture the scenes of that disaster.

Floods, storms, earthquakes, disasters.

Everything will happen on Earth, but he can't stop it. He can only watch, he can only watch from here.

The aura of justice emanating from the old man grew ever stronger, and it seemed that the destiny of the new era could not escape the limitations of the moon.

The blue curse that had been ignoring him finally reacted.

He slowly withdrew his hand, turned around, and floated towards the empty moon palace.

At the top of the tallest building in the Moon Palace, the throne, seemingly constructed of crystal, slowly rose.

Zhou Lan flew to the throne and sat down.

Wilderness and solitude spread throughout the universe.

The demon on the throne lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the old man on the ground.

He spoke calmly.

“Your New Year’s bells will be the deadline. Before that, you can send me back to hell. The future will still be yours. After that deadline, I will still be sitting here.”

"Then the future belongs to Zhou Lan!"

The old man felt a lightness all over his body, and when he came to his senses again, he was already in the bamboo forest before heading to the moon.

The old man looked around blankly; the scene was all very familiar.

Tru's reluctance to part and Xiaoyu's struggle still seem to be right before our eyes.

Just like that... you let yourself go?
There was a hint of confusion in the old man's eyes. He didn't feel anger at being scorned, but rather a deep sense of powerlessness. It seemed as if a sentence kept echoing in his ears.

"The future belongs to: Cursed Blue!"

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