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

Chapter 116 Hell, Depravity

hell.

Hell is unusually quiet today.

In the past, to achieve this level, most demons would have had to be asleep.

Today, all the demons have gathered together, but even the most volatile China and the Soviet Union are not making a sound.

They all stared silently at the humanoid silhouette that was about 1.9 meters tall.

Perhaps the past had fallen too completely, or perhaps it was something else; in any case, no one spoke.

He never sought revenge for being suppressed by Zhou Lan before, even though Zhou Lan now has no power at all, and is even weaker than the Holy Lord in his soul state.

They simply looked down at the Cursed Blue, whose gravitational authority had vanished, their expressions extremely complex.

Zhou Lan glanced silently at the demons, turned around, and sank towards one of the directions of hell without saying a word, his attitude towards the demons remaining unchanged.

He seemed indifferent to his current state of having nothing, nor to his past failures.

He seemed indifferent at all times except when he was carrying the burden of his past 'desires', as if even death could not make him feel any negative emotions.

"Zhou Lan, you..."

Zhong Su stood in front of Zhou Lan, seemingly wanting to say something.

But I don't know what to say. Demons don't need pity, and no one has the right to pity demons.

He opened his mouth, then stepped aside from Zhou Lan's illusory eyes.

As Zhou Lan slowly drifted away, he suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly: "I have prepared everything that Vidis asked me to prepare."

Ximu, who had been squatting on the 'dead' rock, looked up at Zhou Lan. After a long while, he lowered his head, his scarlet eyes flashing continuously.

Without saying much, Zhou Lan disappeared from the demon's sight.

After he left, Zhong Su slapped Ximu on the shoulder, slamming him into the rocks, and shouted, "What have you prepared? Are you going to be crowned too?"

There was a hint of doubt in his voice, as if to say: You dare to play with something so domineering?
Ximu pulled himself out of the rock, glancing helplessly at Zhongsu: "There's no more coronation now. The old order has completely fallen into history, and we..."

He looked around one last time, flew a little further away, and squatted on a rock, lost in thought.

The Chinese and Soviet Union were furious: "What do you mean?"

"Even if I restore 30% of my health, can you beat that old man?"

Xiaofeng continued, a hint of confusion in his eyes; he could no longer see a future for the demons.

Basha, Bogang, Shengzhu, and Zhoulan have all fallen into that old man's hands.

They gradually realized that something was wrong.

Zhong Su paused in anger, but then said arrogantly, "That's not necessarily true. I can destroy his human civilization right under that old man's nose. Without the human race, his future will crumble on its own!"

Xiaofeng, Ximu, and Basha all looked up in surprise, as if to say: You kid actually have a brain?
But then Xiaofeng shook his head: "The old days have failed. Unless you find other support, you can't possibly recover to 30%. And with your current power of less than 10%, you can't even counteract the restraining magic."

China and the Soviet Union tried to refute something, but then they found that it was the truth: without the support of the past, the devil was nothing in the new era.

Finally, Zhong Su roared angrily, "Why! Must we suffer this endless imprisonment just for losing once? Those damned gods!! Damn capital!! Damn fraudsters!!"

Xiaofeng ignored the guy and looked at Ximu with a somewhat confused expression.

A gentle breeze swept by, and he appeared beside Ximu, contemplating the future of demons with him.

After a roar, Zhong and Su looked at Ximu.

Back then, Ximu's Heavenly Palace was also built above his territory.

Ximu could almost be considered his vassal, and he also believed that he had a good relationship with Ximu and liked this smart younger brother very much.

"Hey, Ximu, isn't there any way to stay outside? I don't want to come back."

"Have."

All five demons around him turned their gazes toward Ximu, staring intently at him, awaiting his answer.

A projection appeared beside the demon. The Holy Lord, who had only heard the last part of the conversation, remained silent and waited quietly.

Although the demons were arrogant, they also felt immense pressure from their future father, who was blessed by time. The main source of this pressure was actually their lack of power.

If they were all at their peak, beings that required the cooperation of multiple gods to defeat, how could they possibly think so much?
Unfortunately, they weren't.

A mere token of divine power can imprison them in this damned hell, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.

They were also unwilling to accept this outcome; after learning that there were other methods, all the demons were eagerly awaiting this answer.

Ximu looked around and smiled, saying, "Relinquish your position, relinquish some of your power, live a low-key life as a demon, and await the arrival of a new era."

Clearly, he hadn't given up on his idea; in his calculations, only in this way could the demon truly live.
Perhaps he can live
At least Zhou Lan has already done something like fighting against the times, and the times' violent backlash has been presented to him before his eyes.

He knew he couldn't stop it, and he didn't even think about trying.

The demons fell silent.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You want me to wag my tail and surrender willingly?" Zhong Su roared, questioning, "I'd rather die! This one won't do, find another one."

Ximu paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"Damn it, why isn't that door mine! Why wasn't I the one crowned in the past? Otherwise, that planet should be a dead star now. It can only let us out, and only let us out. Where would that damned mage's damned future be?!"

The continuous roars echoed throughout the entire hell.

Thunder roared in succession, causing hell to tremble continuously.

Zhou Lan looked up.

With his hands tucked into the sleeves of that soul, he continued to sink in one direction.

He's lost, and that's it. He's exhausted now, and he wants to keep sinking, sinking, until...eternity.
Hell has no concept of four directions; nothing exists here.

He sank deeper and deeper, becoming more and more integrated into the crimson.

The thunderous explosions and furious roars could no longer be heard around.

Finally, some emotion appeared in Zhou Lan's eyes, which seemed to be weariness.

I don't know how much time passed, but a sense of calling appeared, shattering my drowsiness.

He lowered his eyes, and a scene appeared before him.

The sand around the moon, which he knew so well, seemed to represent the complete fall of the past. Even he could not restore the moon palace. It needed to rebuild its own order.

In the center of the image, an evil god wearing a crown and a red robe with gold trim, adorned with various patterns, and whose lower body resembles cloud-like octopus tentacles, bows slightly to himself.

He addressed the emperor as "Your Majesty".

Behind this figure, two evil gods, one fat and one thin, peered out with a mixture of fear and curiosity, seemingly unfamiliar with the sights of hell, yet also terrified of the king's majesty.

"fear."

Zhou Lan spoke calmly, but didn't say much more.

He acknowledged this fear to a certain extent; he could tell that the fear wasn't particularly strong.
He was not as strong as he was when he was out in the world, but he had the courage to face the king directly, and the chaotic rules on his body also revealed his extraordinary ambition.

In this new era, all the rules have been labeled as 'the old days,' and Ximu even intends to abandon some of the Heavenly Rules.

In the face of such a prevailing trend of the times, he never expected that there would be someone who would try to go against the tide. Although he did it somewhat cautiously, it was still worthy of recognition.

However, he couldn't understand why the old days had failed, and he had also failed.

Now that Zhou Lan has nothing, why would fear still seek him out?
But at this moment, the words of fear caused surprise to appear in Zhou Lan's eyes.

“Your Majesty, you have done what you promised. Now it is my turn.”

"Why?" Zhou Lan asked calmly.

He was a little curious.

"There's no reason why, it's just an agreement we made back then."

Zhou Lan silently watched the fear, her interest quickly fading as she continued to sink.

“Your Majesty,” Fear finally spoke, revealing its purpose: “I desire the authority over the moon.”

Zhou Lan stopped and looked at the scene that followed, her interest returning after it had vanished.

He asked a question I'd really wanted to ask: "Do you know what power represents now?"

Fear was clearly taken aback. He hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, "Old Days, in your battle with the future, I saw the future."

Zhou Lan nodded: "Okay, the authority over the moon has always been in the Moon Palace, it's not hard to find."

Fear was tinged with a hint of pleasure as he looked at himself and asked, "Your Majesty, I intend to help you find a body among the human race that is capable of housing your soul. What do you think?"

Zhou Lan calmly looked at Fear, whose eyes made Fear feel somewhat guilty.

Zhou Lan sank downwards, her transparent body gradually merging with the surrounding crimson: "Let me think about it. Once I understand, I will revive."

After saying that, Zhou Lan used her only remaining authority to cut off the communication.

He acknowledges fear quite well, so he wouldn't mind helping it out, but he doesn't think highly of it.

It is very difficult, extremely difficult, to go against the tide.

Right now, it's just that there's a demon in front of us, which is why fear can keep growing.

Once the demon's destiny is gone, fear will confront destiny head-on, and that may be the beginning of the complete fall of the 'Rules Bearers'.

As for the fear-inducing idea of ​​using human bodies to rebuild...
That was nothing more than a fear that, upon realizing it, needed a former leader to step in.

Zhou Lan glanced back once more, then continued to sink into hell.

He wasn't averse to such petty thoughts; after all, fear was indeed quite weak, but now...

He just wanted to fall asleep and get some rest.

(End of this chapter)