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

Chapter 105 The Saint Ball Reappears

"Good! Well done."

Los Angeles, Hollywood, a high-rise building in an antique-style villa.

As the Holy Lord looked at the sky, a hint of excitement couldn't be suppressed in his eyes. What could be more gratifying than seeing one's mortal enemy get thoroughly beaten?
The demon dragon's eyes were filled with seriousness as it asked, "Father, do you think it's possible that all the immortal gods are actually dead?"

The Holy Lord was taken aback and shook his head: "It's unlikely. Although those gods didn't fare well in that battle, it wasn't to the point that they died."

"Those gods could even seal away a demon like Zhou Lan. Such powerful beings, besides death, what else could make them leave their weapons on Blue Star and disappear themselves?"

The little demon dragon was very puzzled, after all, the power that Cursed Blue was showing was beyond his comprehension.

In his eyes, the most powerful person in the world was his father, the Holy Lord. Back then, there was no Lope. Even the most powerful demon wizards could only flee under his father's majesty.

The whole world had been under his father's rule for thousands of years.

The current Zhou Lan is countless times more powerful than the Holy Lord back then.

The two sides are not on the same level of dominance.

This is said to be only 30% of Zhou Lan's power at his peak.
So why would a god capable of sealing away a cursed blue object leave this place in defeat?
Logically speaking, these tens of thousands of years should belong to the era of gods.
The Holy Lord looked thoughtful; this was a question he hadn't considered.

Yeah, where did the immortal gods go?

Even the balance can no longer perceive them, which is why these demons have been unable to appear in Hell for so long.
"Father, there's one more thing." The demon dragon looked at the sky, his tone thoughtful: "The Fourth God's longsword broke too easily. If a god's weapon were of this quality, it should have shattered long ago on the battlefield between gods and demons."

"It feels like it has lost its essence."

Even the Holy Lord couldn't help but show doubt. Was the immortal god really dead?

impossible
"When the age of demons arrives, we will know the answers we seek."

The Holy Lord shook his head, deciding not to dwell on what he couldn't understand.

He could sense that the new era's destiny still had reserves of strength, and the second round of counterattack should be happening in the next few days.

However, the Holy Lord glanced at the little demon dragon without leaving a trace; this unfilial son unusually kept calling him "father."

The previous air of looking down on everyone has diminished.
The Holy Lord looked up at the sky with satisfaction.

That's good. The child has finally grown up a bit and knows what reverence is.

The wild and cold moonlight spilled across the entire world.

After a brief period of peace came an even greater disaster.

Humanity began to wail, technology began to regress, and countless rescue teams were destroyed by the disaster on their way.

Despair is spreading.

Lin Luo drifted into the city, making no attempt to conceal himself, and continued to absorb the fear.

In this era of change, the god of fear undoubtedly reaped enormous rewards.

The whole world was gripped by panic.

These panics generated countless fears; in just one day, the number of fears exceeded what had been collected in the previous year.

And... the longsword of the immortal god.
In the original work, it is the armor of the eighth god.
god..
Lin Luo suddenly hoped that Zhou Lan could win.

The immortal gods remain the greatest threat to all black-elemental beings.

If he wins, the age of demons will arrive, and the traces of the immortal gods will likely appear.

After all, only God is the counterpart to demons.
However, Lin Luo quickly dismissed the idea.

Rather than helping one side, he was more interested in observing and learning something from it.

The art of stargazing revealed that the stars in the sky gradually acquired an ancient quality, and the elemental forces in the air became unusually active.

The Spring Festival in 2001 was on January 24th.

There are still more than 30 days left.

If Zhou Lan remains in the Moon Palace for the next thirty-odd days, the new destiny will collapse, and the ancient glory will shine brightly once more.

In the art of stargazing, Lin Luo could see the righteous energy that was almost non-existent in balance.

They are wandering, they are accumulating.

They were trying to stop the old ways from sweeping across the stars, but they seemed somewhat powerless.
Guided by the stars, Lin Luo drifted to San Francisco.

Boom~
Under the influence of chaotic gravity, the tsunami continued to crash against the shore.

The wind howled, yet the sky was cloudless.

Lin Luo turned his gaze to one direction, where almost all the immense righteous energy was gathered in this small antique shop.

A young girl sat on the roof of an antique shop, flipping through books faster and faster.

Boom~
The building collapsed, and the crowd wailed.

Xiaoyu slammed the book shut, stood up irritably, and looked at the ancient moonlight, her eyes filled with resentment.

Indeed, demons should be locked up.
"Ok?"

She noticed a splash of red in her peripheral vision, and she turned her head sharply, looking suspiciously at the top of the building not far away.

This is the third time.
Is a demon watching me?

Xiaoyu felt even more troubled. If only her teacher were here, but alas, Lope died a thousand years ago.
Holding her books, she looked at the immense disaster around her and felt utterly powerless.

"What should I do?"

A soft murmur arose, and Xiaoyu's righteous aura appeared and disappeared intermittently.

thump.
After a slight impact, with a whoosh, a wooden staff flew out of Xiaoyu's room and hovered in front of her.

An immense aura of justice continuously emanated from the staff.

At the top of the staff, a peach blossom, faintly visible, looked so beautiful.

"Ok?"

Xiaoyu was a little confused.

She was going to China to talk to her parents about staying in America, so she didn't bring the staff with her.

The subsequent disaster made Xiaoyu completely forget about this rarely used item. She stared at the staff with some suspicion: "Can you help me?"

The staff did not answer; it simply hovered silently in front of her.

Far away, smoke and dust billowed from collapsed buildings, and flickering flames rose in the city; disaster and death went hand in hand.

Xiaoyu noticed, and after a brief silence, the huge book in her arms disappeared, and she murmured as she reached out.

"It couldn't get any worse, could it?"

hold.

hum~
The righteous energy that had been lingering around seemed to have finally found a crack, and it surged into Xiaoyu's body with incredible ferocity.

"Hey~"

My father's exclamation rang in my ears.

But Xiaoyu seemed to have lost her hearing.

In her right hand, which held the staff, a sword-shaped mark that had previously disappeared reappeared.

Within this tiny body, a terrifying balance has been broken.

Strands of milky white light emerged from her eyes, gradually obscuring her black pupils.

Within the pure white eyeballs, wisps of white light spread from the eye sockets to the entire body.

Her hair began to fly wildly, and the violent righteous energy, like a tornado, swirled wildly around Xiaoyu.

Her body gradually floated up, and an incomparably sharp aura circulated around her.

The intense white light seemed so dazzling against the backdrop of the moonlight.

The eyes of those watching them all around were filled with surprise.

Destiny's counterattack was more intense and more resolute than anyone had imagined.

Where Xiaoyu had been staring in surprise, a splash of red was slowly moving away.

The evil god, dressed in a crown, looked up at the sky.

If Xiaoyu were to take action herself, perhaps the former monarch would no longer be invincible.

This is just the beginning of the clash between the old and the new.
In the brief span of a single day that the old glory reappeared.

The second wave of the new era's counterattack has arrived, and it is even more intense than the first wave!
hum~
As the white light enveloping Xiaoyu disappeared.

Xiaoyu's face was completely expressionless. She silently floated in the void, staring straight at the sky.

She had no pupils; her eye sockets were filled with a milky white radiance, imbued with majesty and holiness.

Around her, specks of milky-white light, representing justice and hope, drifted slowly like black willow catkins floating in the air.

It made her look sacred and ethereal, like a god from legend!
This is Tama, the Saint Seiya who slayed the evil dragon with a single sword strike.

He was also the complete and truly righteous leader after the gods.

Jackie Chan scrambled up to the rooftop, ignoring all talk of destiny, and immediately grabbed Jade, calling out repeatedly, "Jade, what's wrong? Wake up, wake up."

Downstairs, the old man's eyes were also filled with anxiety.

Even the Old Gods couldn't defeat the Old King. No matter how strong the Saints were, in Old Man's eyes they were no match for that Cursed Blue. Not to mention, Tama was still a child. He simply couldn't bear to watch Tama face the demon alone.

"Sir, here you go."

Tru silently handed a brick to his father.

He had read in a book that stones could seal off a space or create a no-fly zone.

The old man was startled, then snatched the brick and decisively began to dance strangely, chanting repeatedly, "Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!"

A vast and righteous aura converged.

This magic, which targets Saint Seiya, prompted Tama to take action.

She silently lowered her head, and a milky white halo spread out, gradually opening Jackie Chan's hand with this force.

Jackie Chan tried to forcefully keep Jade away, but he couldn't. His body-refining time was still too short; he had only just entered the extraordinary realm, and it was unlikely that he could stop the Saint Seiya.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

Green magic enveloped the area, and a no-fly zone instantly took shape.

This caused Xiaoyu's body to sink slightly.

Xiaoyu lowered her eyes to look at her father, her pure white eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan gritted his teeth and approached, a milky white aura faintly visible in his eyes. It was a power that was equally pure but even more immense, seemingly representing protection.

Xiaoyu's view was blocked, so she looked back at the sky.

His aura suddenly surged into the sky.

thump~
A deep, rumbling sound rang out.

The milky white flames rose continuously, instantly breaking through the spell that prohibited air movement and also isolating the calamities that the moon would bring to the world.

Behind the dazzling light screen, only Jackie Chan remained on the rooftop.

"Hey~"

"Jackie Chan, quick, get the lotus buds, let's go to the moon again."

Jackie Chan was taken aback, nodded, and without hesitation, jumped off the roof, grabbed the railing, and rushed into Old Man's Antique Shop.

"Sir, what about me?"

"You stay and watch the shop."

The old man spoke without hesitation, clutching a book tightly in his hand.

His eyes hardened, no matter what.

Even if it costs me my old bones, Xiaoyu absolutely cannot be harmed!
　There's one more chapter that will be over 1 a.m., so everyone should read it tomorrow morning. I've been having trouble sleeping lately, so I'll try to adjust, sob sob.
　
(End of this chapter)