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

Chapter 103 A Counterattack from the New Era
Rumble.
Some special gravitational force swept through, and the city's buildings were broken into stones, which floated into the air along with the terrified people inside.

They screamed in terror, but could not break free from the shackles of that great will.

Wow.
The ocean roared angrily, submerging coastal cities one after another.

The immense disaster unleashed waves of wailing and sobbing throughout civilization.

Disaster, a real disaster, is taking shape.

In a transcendent dimension.

A monster from calamity attempted to descend upon the world, but was suppressed by the bright moon in the sky.

The power of the shadow dimension surges in the shadows, yet cannot transcend reality in the moonlight.

The present moment belongs to the bright moon in the sky. Before the New Year's bells of the Dragon Kingdom ring, no dark creature can descend beyond the ancient moonlight.

The original black-qi creatures were also suppressed, and they waited anxiously for the outcome of the clash of eras amidst this savage will.

A plump figure dressed in brocade and silk swept through the city.

Fear is gathering in the city, coalescing into black crystals in the hands of this evil god whose lower body is a trail of smoke.

Fear nourishes itself in the midst of calamity, yet it dares not look up at the sky.

Beneath that ancient and powerful figure, even fear trembled with trepidation.
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Wow.
Giant waves thousands of meters high destroyed the city's skyscrapers.

The fish, terrified, crashed against civilization with the waves, unleashing an epic series of calamities.

The increasingly cold moonlight intensified the chill that permeated the entire world.

An old man wearing a straw hat and a coarse linen shirt coldly watched the wails of the crowd.

Countless black wisps of smoke rapidly converged and entered his body, eventually forming a black and crystalline substance.

He didn't look up, nor did he dare to. That figure was too dazzling. Perhaps fear didn't bother living under his rule, but it certainly didn't want a direct conflict with him.

Under some kind of will, even those things that their supreme god considers leeks are not to be saved by Him.

Because this calamity was created by that very will, and it is watching over it—

In contrast to the calamity-stricken area, there stood an incredibly stable ancient castle.
A figure dressed in a bright red imperial robe and wearing a crown raised his head.

He looked at the increasingly pale moonlight and seemed to see the figure sitting on the throne on the moon, and through this ancient moonlight, he seemed to see the glorious era when thousands of demon wizards ruled the world together.

There was a hint of melancholy in his bloodshot eyes; only he could have suffered such a massive calamity.

Natural life
After this, no matter what, perhaps the world will have to enter a new era?
The rules of the world are being constructed, anchored by a great will, into an ancient and savage order.

After the established order is completed, the new order will be assimilated, returning to the ancient past.

This massive disaster is accelerating this assimilation, but it is also rapidly intensifying and elevating the differences between eras.
The ancient glory came too fiercely, and the newly born destiny looked at the catastrophic scene before it with a trace of confusion in its eyes.

The future belongs to Cursed Blue.

The indifferent yet arrogant voice kept repeating itself. The righteous energy around the old man kept gathering. He walked through the calamity, and his enormous magical power kept radiating, soothing the cries of the motherland and saving countless people who were struggling in the calamity.

Teleportation magic was integrated into every step he took.

Every step he took led him into a disaster, and wherever he went, he would instinctively do everything in his power to save all his compatriots within sight.

However, he remained confused.

The collapse of the restraining spell still left him somewhat incredulous.

Can such a powerful former monarch really be defeated?

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, he had reached the summit of a mountain range.

There is a Taoist temple here that hasn't been cleaned for a very long time.

The old man stopped and stared blankly at a prayer mat in the Taoist temple.

The futon was covered in spider webs, but the spiders on it were now in a state of panic, scurrying about on the ground, but unable to find any safe place.

The old man looked at a small temple not far from the Taoist temple.

In the incense burner in front of the small temple, there were three sticks of incense that had already burned out.

On the left side of the triangular roof of the small temple, there was a human handprint emitting specks of black energy. The handprint shook the eaves of the temple, causing cracks and making the small temple look even more dilapidated.

How did I get here?

He murmured softly, no longer referring to himself.

He came to his senses and wanted to leave, but the confusion in his eyes prevented him from taking a step.

He turned around and walked into the old temple with his somewhat hunched figure.

Looking at everything so familiar, he realized he had lived here for thirty-five years, spending his entire youth here.

He walked to an altar, but instead of looking at the tablets of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, he took out an incense stick from a drawer, turned around, and walked to the small temple.

Magic surged in his hands, and wisps of green smoke rose.

The old man looked at the statue in the temple; it was a short, old man.

Others might mistake it for a temple dedicated to the mountain god of Mount Tai, since the temple was built to that specifications.

But the old man knew that this little old man had actually existed and had selflessly taught him for over thirty years.

"Master!"

He wanted to ask something, but he didn't know what to ask.

After a moment of silence, he sighed, "I'm someone else's mentor now."

He is now someone else's master, and can no longer ask his master any questions as he did over the past thirty years.

He has no one to rely on anymore.
Because he is now someone else's support.
Turning around, his figure seemed to grow even more hunched, and magical energy rippled around him. The space around him twisted and distorted, carrying him through spatial distances.

The incense stick burned rapidly, and a gust of wind swept in, dispersing the rising smoke.

In the raging wind, the smoke faintly formed the shape of an old man.

He looked in one direction with a mixture of worry and heartache, as if trying to hold onto something, but he didn't move an inch.

The wind howled even more fiercely.

The humanoid figure formed by the smoke suddenly dissipated, along with a portion of the righteous energy emanating from the newly appointed Destiny.

These destinies, in another dimension, seemed like smoke, carried away by a gale and blown far away.

But in this dark age, amidst the stench of barbarity, this aura of justice, representing order and civilization, is both solid and conspicuous. This wisp of righteousness lingers in front of an antique shop, seemingly anticipating something, or perhaps trying to awaken something.

"Uncle Long! We have to go save Dad! He's in danger!"

A young girl spoke urgently, her eyes filled with unease and anxiety.

Huhuhu~
A typhoon swept through the coastal city of San Francisco.

Huge waves destroyed the city's outskirts, but the sky, illuminated by moonlight, was unable to produce any rain clouds.

Under the cold moonlight, the wind took shape, wantonly destroying the already withered leaves and cruelly plucking the few leaves they had managed to preserve.

"But how do we rescue them?"

Jackie Chan looked dejectedly at the scene of the raging wind outside. A breakfast shop sign flew by and smashed over a car, causing a chorus of terrified screams from those around him.

"We need to go to the moon!"

Xiaoyu's tone was very firm. She looked at Tru and said, "Right now, only the two of us have the ability to cast spells. You have to help me, Tru."

"No, it's too dangerous."

“Nothing is impossible!” Jade interrupted Jackie Chan loudly, staring intently at him. “If Daddy doesn’t come back, then the world is truly doomed!”

Jackie Chan stared blankly at Jade. He really wanted to say, "I'll go by myself. Children should stay behind adults."

But he couldn't bring himself to say that lesson, because without Xiaoyu's help, he wouldn't have been able to get to the moon.
Jackie Chan sighed: "What should we do?"

boom!
At that moment, a loud bang rang out.

The three people in the old man's antique shop all turned to look outside, and then their expressions turned extremely ugly.

At that moment, a building not far from Chinatown slowly collapsed, and inside the glass windows, people dressed in suits screamed in terror.

Disaster is imminent.

"Xiaoyu!!!"

Jackie Chan looked at Jade, who had been thrown out unconsciously, and without considering whether he had the ability to survive in a disaster, he rushed out as well.

He stared intently at that small figure, braving the fierce wind as he moved forward.

If anything happens to Xiaoyu, he will never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

“Reshape the scroll.”

Xiaoyu's solemn voice drifted faintly on the strong wind.

Jackie Chan looked up and immediately saw a scroll in front of Jade that exuded a strong aura of justice.

The milky-white energy propped up the collapsing building and saved countless families from tragedy.

"Separate scroll!"

As the building gradually stabilized, Xiaoyu took out the second scroll, separated all the people inside, and sent them to an open space.

The scroll in front of him slowly retracted.

Xiaoyu, braving the strong wind, looked ahead, slightly out of breath, her expression frozen.

This was the third time she had witnessed a disaster of this magnitude.

The various safety facilities of human civilization appeared so insignificant in the face of a tsunami hundreds of meters high and a hurricane of more than ten levels.

Xiaoyu's clothes fluttered wildly in the wind, as if even magic could not stabilize her body in the rage of nature.

Rumble.
The floodwaters struck, and the building that had just been propped up collapsed again.

There was no one inside anymore, so Xiaoyu didn't help it up again. Instead, she took out a scroll and manipulated the angle at which it fell, trying her best to avoid any casualties.

After doing all this, Xiaoyu's breathing became even more unstable. These three rune scrolls came from Lope.

With Xiaoyu's current magical power, using something so powerful is still a bit of a stretch, even if she's just controlling it.

Boom~
The sound of waves rose again. Xiaoyu looked around and saw that the dock had been destroyed and there were no buildings left in the port.

This was a real disaster; Xiaoyu looked so helpless and lost in the air.

"Xiaoyu, it's dangerous, come down quickly!"

Jackie Chan's voice could be heard faintly in the wind. Jade looked down and saw Uncle Jackie and Tru struggling to stand in knee-deep water against the strong wind, calling out to her in a disheveled state.

Xiaoyu looked up at the sky.

That bright moon, with its wild and untamed aura, has always stood there, seemingly unchanged, but now, why does it feel so unfamiliar?

Girl, lend me some strength.

A low murmur seemed to be ringing in my ears.

Xiaoyu turned her head somewhat blankly; the voice seemed to come from the distant East.

The righteous energy that had been lingering around Xiaoyu finally dissipated at this moment.

They seemed to know they couldn't break the balance within Xiaoyu's body, so they followed Xiaoyu's gaze and rushed to the other side of the world.

Xiaoyu snapped out of her daze. She didn't know what the voice was, but...
It can't get any worse than it is now, can it?

Following the call of her heart, she reached out and cut open the scroll from Lope, revealing a green triangle pattern that gradually transformed into a milky white sword shape.

As Xiaoyu poured her power into the scroll.

The wind stopped.
The churning sea gradually calmed down at this moment.

The moon, shining from the wilderness, reflected on the sea, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, creating an incomparably magnificent scene.

A beam of green light shot towards the ancient East.

The scroll in front of Xiaoyu gradually turned to ashes. Her figure seemed to sway slightly, but she did not fall from the sky.

Her gaze towards the east suddenly filled with anticipation; perhaps... there was still a chance for things to turn around?
After a brief silence, an overwhelming aura of justice suddenly erupted.

Zheng~
A resounding sword cry echoed across the entire Blue Star, abruptly severing the calamity descending from the heavens. A beam of sword light blocked the malice from space.

A massive, righteous energy roared.

The new era has begun its relentless counterattack against the glory of the past!

And above the heavens, on the ancient throne of the moon, the gaze that had been silently watching everything slowly solidified and gradually focused.

　One more chapter might be a little late. I had my birthday yesterday and woke up a bit late today, sorry. I'll try my best to finish writing it before 1 a.m.
　
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