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

Chapter 113 Old Days and New Life

In that aura that made all monsters tremble.

Almost everyone felt a sense of warmth.

The fluctuations of the spell slowly spread.

It eliminated calamity and all supernatural interference with reality.

It calmed the elements, causing all the natural disasters that caused the elements to rage to lose their ferocity.

The floodwaters flowed slowly, waiting for people to clear the drainage system so that they could naturally flow into the sewers.

The roaring earth gradually weakened, as if the earth dragon had been soothed.

All kinds of airborne diseases disappeared at this moment, and the cold of December was also dispelled.

People, consumed by fear, stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky, isolated by its warmth, yet still feeling wild and cold.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, people burst into tears.

In the past two days, they have experienced far too much. After each brief pause in the calamity, an even greater famine descends.

Countless people died.

This is the absolute oppression of mortals by top-tier superhumans; even simple environmental influences can cause countless people to lose their homes.

The cracks in the lonely temple atop Mount Tai were gradually widening.

Even though no one was lighting incense, smoke began to rise from the temple, and cracks began to appear on the statue. Some of its extremely restrained divine aura gradually disappeared, as if it had suffered some kind of backlash, or as if it had undergone the baptism of a long period of time in an instant.

The smoke faintly formed the shape of a hunched old man.

He was gazing into the distance, and He was also dissipating, but He did not sigh, if one could discern any emotion from the outline of the smoke.

Perhaps all that remains is pride and tenderness.

Xuanjue stared blankly at his father, who was enveloped in green light.

At this moment, the old man's aura had reached its peak, and his eyes became indifferent yet somewhat divine.

His original brown wool sweater was gone, replaced by a white robe with black trim. It was plain, but the dignified and righteous aura still gave it a luxurious feel.

The bright red cloak fluttered behind the old man, and a surge of powerful magic followed the cloak's movement.

"old."

The old man silently looked at Xuanjue, and his divine nature gradually softened.

Xiang Xuanjue nodded.

The old man reached out and gently grasped.

In an instant, a disc radiating intense heat was pulled out from Xiaoyu's body.

After casually handling it, the disc eventually became a thumb-sized gold pendant, which looked gorgeous and exquisite.

The old man looked down at Xiaoyu.

Within Xiaoyu's body, a darkness that was devouring 'hope' immediately went into a sharp defensive stance, like a cat hissing at the outside world in a state of stress, looking somewhat fierce but actually weak.

The old man raised his hand.

The defenses were wiped out, and the balance was slowly and quickly rebuilt, stabilizing almost instantly.

Wear the sun disc pendant on the small jade head.

The old man looked at Xuanjue: "Xiaoyu will have to ask you for help again."

"Old man, haha." Xuanjue breathed a slight sigh of relief, but couldn't hide his disappointment: "This is all I'm good for now."

The old man reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "My eyes tell me that you saved your old man."

Xuanjue was slightly taken aback. Looking at his father's serious gaze, he couldn't help but smile.

The old man didn't say anything more. He didn't have much time for pleasantries; his nephew was still waiting for him to rescue him.

If he couldn't be saved, he didn't even dare to think about how he would face his brother after he died.
The old man strode forward, his blood-red cloak fluttering behind him.

He stood in the void, looking down at the world, where famine ravaged everything and all he could see was weeping.

There were no dark creatures in the direction he was looking; everyone was trembling and hiding themselves to avoid being killed by the god who hated evil and used as a sacrifice to the banner of conquering demons.

There was a hint of sadness in the old man's eyes.

This disaster has claimed countless lives and left countless people homeless.

The old man couldn't save the dead, but he could at least save the living.

"Demons, monsters, ghosts, and monsters, get away quickly!"

Seven characters, each one spoken with a pause.

A vast magical power flowed, enveloping the entire blue planet.

Some people's injuries are healing, and people's fears are being soothed.

The powerless crowd suddenly found strength, and the rescue team, exhausted from their struggle, also stood up again at this moment.

With unwavering eyes, they walked step by step toward the place where disaster struck, using their mortal bodies to begin their fight against the mighty forces of nature.

The old man looked up, his figure gradually rising, and the next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

thump~
In the starry sky.

At the center of the moon and the blue planet.

An immense burst of magical power erupted, filling the entire star field with righteous and dark energy.

The entire void erupted in chaos.

A giant lotus bud bloomed in the void, and within it, a bright moon faintly roared, like a battle cry from ancient times, exuding a strong aura of killing intent.

thump~
The old man stepped onto the moon, his heavy footsteps causing the moon to tremble.

He expressionlessly wiped a trace of crimson from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and a jade pendant appeared in his hand.

He walked slowly and deliberately towards the direction in his memory where Jackie Chan had turned into a bloody mist.

"By imperial decree! Bring back Jackie Chan, the hero."

Click~
As soon as he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on the token in his hand, followed by a peculiar aura circulating in the area.

It's as if the music is playing in reverse, turning the evaporated blood mist into blood droplets, allowing the blood droplets to be continuously recycled into blood flow, and then allowing the blood flow to begin to coagulate and become blood vessels.

The broken cells also coagulate rapidly over time into flesh and blood tissue and various organs.

An incredibly magical scene then unfolded.

Outside the moon, the powerful Lord of the Moon Palace looked down at the old man.

This is the first opponent to land on the moon despite his obstruction; the future destiny is indeed terrifying enough.

Without any attack, Zhou Lan simply hovered in mid-air, quietly waiting for something.

Time is turning back faster and faster.

A warm, gentle aura continuously emanated from the surroundings.

A gray area loomed faintly above the Moon Palace.

The bright moon behind Zhou Lan became increasingly solid, just as the rewind of time was about to bring a blue figure back to reality.

roar~
Behind Zhou Lan, an immense and powerful force, seemingly carrying the weight of countless ages, suddenly began to roar.

A hint of yearning gradually crept into Zhou Lan's fighting spirit. This yearning was not his own, but rather a yearning stemming from the times.

These subtle longings gradually permeated Zhou Lan's being, and the moon behind him slowly merged into Zhou Lan's body amidst the roar of the era.

"Ah"

A low groan escaped from Zhou Lan's mouth.

A bone-chilling cold suddenly began to circulate.

The old man silently turned around and looked at the Moon Palace Master, whose once straight figure was now stooped.

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

But he did not hesitate to put his hands together, and behind him, the lights of thousands of homes appeared, among these lights.

It seems that countless flying machines are shuttling through the cities of the future, and powerful and young beings are divided into good and evil, supporting an era.

They seem to be hostile, yet they aren't.

They belong to the same race, yet they possess both black and white energies, making witchcraft and magic opposing forces in this era.

Dark energy and righteous energy are differentiated based on race.

This era was incredibly glorious. An aged figure waved his hand to alter the structure of planets, and enormous warships traveled across the stars. The sorcerers and magicians reached a consensus to jointly develop magic.

This seems to be a special future, a future where humanity wins everything, and the most likely future to be achieved before the variable of the Mirror God appears.

Now, it has been presented in another way.

In the sky, the moonlight behind Zhou Lan rapidly merged into his body, and the black energy on his body became even more turbulent.

Zhou Lan's body swelled slightly, losing its previous elegance. Its scarlet eyes became increasingly ferocious, and its hair, which was more than ten meters long, spread out, gradually influencing this star field with its gravity.

All the stars, including the sun, seemed to have stopped rotating, silently suspended in the star field.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

As the low murmur began, another lotus bud appeared around the old man, but this time the aura within the lotus bud was no longer that of He Xiangu, but rather the aura of demons and hell.

At that moment, Zhou Lan moved. His speed was unbelievable, and a vast and powerful ancient aura pressed down instantly.

"Demons and monsters, get out of here!"

The old man's violent force of justice, originating from a lotus bud, surged forward without hesitation.

thump~
A second, incredibly violent burst of magical power.

The lotus bud gradually shattered during the collision, but the subsequent surge of energy poured wildly into Zhou Lan's body.

Blood gradually appeared at the corner of Zhou Lan's mouth. The demonic essence quickly healed the injury, but a burst of solar flames rose up, hindering his recovery.

"roar~"

An ancient roar exploded at this moment, and Zhou Lan, with the help of her father's enormous magic power, passed her father at an incredible speed.

His four slightly twisted hands stretched out simultaneously, as if they had grabbed something, and his immense power suddenly blasted out, all of it surging into the void.

At that moment, the whole world fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's expression changed.

"Hey~"

The aura that had originally only covered an area of ​​ten meters suddenly expanded, and a huge phantom appeared and disappeared throughout the entire star field.

That was the grand scene that appeared behind Zhou Lan.

In the past glorious era, both righteous and dark beings were now looking at the outside world with unparalleled fervor.

"roar~"

They began to roar.

"Curse Blue!"

"Curse Blue!"

"Curse Blue!"

They are calling out the name of Zhoulan.

They all unleashed their own auras, attempting to descend into the present, using the Cursed Blue as an anchor point.

Zhou Lan's aura continued to grow stronger, and his body expanded again, reaching fifteen meters in height. His purplish-red Taoist robe was slowly stretched taut by his muscles.

Its four arms became incredibly powerful, and a trickle of viscous fluid gradually appeared on the scarlet tongue in its mouth.

Within his shadow, countless tentacle-like phantoms danced wildly.

Those were projections of loose strands of hair, but at this moment they all seemed to have their own unique aura.

His voice was no longer as refined as before, but had become as ferocious as a demon's.

Those who play with time will eventually be played by time.

"Master, the backlash of the times has begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Lan lunged forward.

The immense gravity prevents even a single speck of dust from rising from the entire moon.

The demon's explosive power, accompanied by an overwhelming aura, descended instantly.

The old man still had his hands clasped together, and the blood-red cloak behind him was suppressed by his aura and could not move.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The silhouette of a hammer appeared and disappeared.

In the void, within that great force.

A burly man picked up a giant hammer and swung it fiercely at the old man.

thump~
Zhou Lan's massive right fist slammed into the giant hammer.

A black circular energy appeared at the point of impact.

The next moment, the fist shattered the giant hammer, smashed the strong man, and hurtled towards the old man.

A shield suddenly appeared in front of the old man, but it was no match for Zhou Lan and was shattered by a single punch.

However, Zhou Lan's fist ultimately missed its target.

A tremendous force was unleashed, and a surge of black energy blasted into the cosmos, shattering the meteorites that were rapidly approaching due to gravity.

The old man's face was somewhat grim; this demon had grown stronger once again.

He looked up at the ever-growing phantoms; they were still roaring, still worshipping, and they were getting closer and closer.

They are invading reality.

thump~
In the blink of an eye.

The dull tremors in the space made the old man take a step back.

A young man in a blue shirt, surrounded by gray, willow-like energy, was sent flying backward.

He left a trail of blood droplets in the air, which continued to accelerate and disappear into the starry sky.

Zhou Lan looked down at his father, his ferocious figure making people feel suffocated.

If demons were broken down, they could all be separated into twelve talismans, which means that they are generally very strong in melee combat.

Normally, if you can easily crush someone, you just use the rules to crush them; you basically don't need to use melee combat.

As for fighting mages, how can a mage's barrage of attacks be as threatening as a direct charge?

Zhou Lan raised all four hands high.

In the starry sky, a blood moon soared into the heavens, instantly replicating the size of the moon one-to-one.

Without hesitation, Zhou Lan threw it out.

The immense threat sent a chill down the father's spine.

Before the old man could even begin to cast a counterattack...

Zhou Lan grabbed Blood Moon and pulled it backward.

The blood moon energy was instantly absorbed by Zhou Lan's fist, and then his figure disappeared.

The old man felt a tremendous sense of crisis.

A surge of immense magical power erupted around him, propelling him directly into the cosmos.

And in his original location.

Zhou Lan appeared, and his blood-red fist swung forward violently.

thump~
A muffled sound flew into the universe, into the vast vacuum.

With an overwhelming sense of pressure, it directly attacked Jackie Chan, who had been sent flying backward.

At that moment, Jackie Chan's father appeared right in front of him.

His gaze became extremely solemn.

The phantom in the void became increasingly solid.

Can't delay any longer.

Behind him, one human mage and wizard after another appeared, silently looking down at their father.

They were also looking at the attack.

The old man clasped his hands together, and hundreds of mages behind him also clasped their hands together at the same time.

An immense and powerful aura, carrying the novelty of a new era, suddenly descended.

The clash between the old and new eras explodes at this moment, a rare head-on collision.

But in the competition of the times, the old seems to be more powerful.

"guard."

But at that moment, a low murmur sounded behind him.

Above Dad, a phantom from the era suddenly descended, and the era's blessing instantly surged.

In the phantom of that era, a beautiful middle-aged woman dressed in black appears.

She smiled brightly and spoke in the illusory image: "Uncle Long, Dad."

hum~
The power of protection surged wildly, and he walked to his father's side. The gray domain, carrying segments of an era, moved forward relentlessly with the power of the great trend.

Destiny sweeps across the past and the future.

At this moment, the future overwhelms the past that refuses to fall.

And the new life also suppressed the broken old.

A lotus bud is partially visible, and a faint fragrance begins to permeate the air.

The temple atop Mount Tai was ultimately destroyed.

Only an incense burner with four sticks remained, as if telling a story.

　Only one chapter today, dear readers. But this one's over four thousand words, so it doesn't really count as taking a break, right? Hehe, sorry, sorry! [Big Orange bowing JPG]

　
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