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

Chapter 124 Lord of the Heavenly Palace
Germanic.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The whispered incantation spread wildly with a green ripple.

A phantom image of a snake appeared and instantly flew towards the direction indicated by the magic.

"Jackie Chan, Jade, the magic snake will capture the mouse if it gets close."

While flying at low altitude and chasing a human-bodied, rat-headed monster, Xiaoyu turned her head and grabbed the phantom.

Xiaoyu seemed to have no fear of the magic snake, and the runes around her, adorned with Lopez, once again emitted a milky white glow.

She was light-hearted.

She immediately felt a wave of fatigue, but at that moment she and Jackie Chan increased their speed significantly.

Without hesitation, the two swooped down towards the rat.

The disease glanced back, its gaze showing little fear, as it calculated the distance between them.

After reaching a certain point, suddenly turn around.

Its form faded and disappeared, replaced by a cloud of green mist that rapidly spread.

The fog has strong corrosive properties; after only a short time, the asphalt roads and building exteriors were already riddled with holes.

I can imagine what would happen if we rushed in.

Jackie Chan and Jade were both startled. Jade instantly rushed upwards, grabbed Jackie Chan, and her limited magical power erupted, carrying the two of them almost upwards at an angle.

"Whoo~"

Before Xiaoyu could even breathe a sigh of relief, the faint silhouette of a mouse appeared and disappeared in the mist.

It looked in the direction of the two, its voice extremely shrill: "Let me see, you righteous little mage and weak warrior, it's time for you to rest."

The instant the words appeared.

Jackie Chan's expression changed. He felt a soreness in his neck, followed by pain in his cervical spine, and his mind gradually became foggy. It seemed that the problems caused by working with his head down for a long time had flared up and worsened at this moment.

Xiaoyu's body temperature was also rising, and illness struck at this time.

But the next moment, a green light swept across with purifying power, and the symptoms on Jackie Chan and Jade quickly subsided.

“This is a rat representing the plague. Uncle Long, you take the lead, and I'll assist you.”

Xiaoyu's voice was muffled, and her mind was a little foggy. She handed the phantom of the magic snake to Jackie Chan, and a large number of runes appeared in her hand. The little energy in her body continuously activated the runes.

Without hesitation, Jackie Chan grabbed the sealed artifact and chased after the rat that was trying to escape again as soon as a shield appeared on his body.

Xiaoyu rubbed her temples and glanced back.

Father's breath has vanished, hope is gone.
hum~
A surge of powerful energy erupted, and her shield dissipated. Xiaoyu snapped out of her daze and began casting a spell without hesitation, knowing that Uncle Long needed more protection.

Fortunately, she usually draws a lot of runes, so she's not afraid of exhausting her resources.
Los Angeles.

The overwhelming demonic aura had reached an unprecedented peak, as if a demon at its peak had truly descended upon the world. All the black energy seemed insignificant within this aura.

The entire sky seemed to come alive, becoming incomparably majestic, like the legendary true heavens, which no one could defy.

The magnificent architectural complex appeared and disappeared intermittently, and people took photos, marveling at the breathtaking scenery.

People both revered and feared this spectacle, worrying that it, like the ancient moonlight, would bring immense disaster to the world.

A figure with increasingly blurred features and bat wings emanated an aura of growing majesty.

He had arrived near the Heavenly Palace, his solitary footsteps flashing with a unique rhythm.

His eyes were filled with emotion as he looked at everything in the sky.

He remembered that the towering building on his left, over seventy meters tall, was the Heavenly Palace's law enforcement team.

Those idle winged tribesmen were most afraid of the law enforcement team.

After all, every country has its own laws, and according to those laws, even members of a family or race should be arrested when necessary.

So whenever the law enforcement team passed by, the group of guys who were plotting their misdeeds in the corner would always look up at the sky, pretending to be very busy, and avoid making eye contact with the law enforcement team.

Ximu turned his head slightly. On another street, the bustling market was always crowded with people, and the shouts of the goblins were still close at hand.

The sound of the dwarves hammering their iron seemed to echo in their ears.

He felt that everything was both familiar and strange.
The familiarity stemmed from past experiences, and even the prosperity he and his family had built together.

What's strange is that his memories seem to have been covered by a thick layer of dust during his long imprisonment in hell, and even though the scenes from the past are right in front of him, he can't completely wipe away the dust.

hum~
A powerful aura of justice appeared diagonally below.

The old man looked up with a solemn expression, gazing at the throne in the Heavenly Palace.

His eyes were filled with solemnity and a hint of fear.

After all, the powerful pressure from Zhou Lan still felt like it was just yesterday.

Now, an even more powerful Sky Demon has appeared.
The old man tightened his grip on the flute and began chanting, "Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!"

The low chanting of incantations flowed from his lips.

The old man stared intently at the demon who was so close to the throne.

The demon looked very strange to him; its entire body was blurry, as if it were constantly vibrating at high speed, or like a movie with missing frames, appearing somewhat choppy.

Nevertheless, one could discern two words from the demon's powerful aura and certain gestures: remembrance.

He looked at everything in the Heavenly Palace, but it seemed that he was not only looking at the buildings of the Heavenly Palace.

His spiraling upward movements became increasingly elegant and composed; his unique gait seemed to bring the entire celestial palace to life.

The flute in the old man's hand gradually emitted a green glow, and his figure flew up, rapidly approaching the Heavenly Palace.

Once you get close enough and play the flute, the ancient sealing magic will send the Lord of Heaven back to Hell. A new era has begun; this is where demons should reside.

The Lord of the Sky seemed to pay him no attention.

He arrived at the top of the tallest building in the Heavenly Palace, which was once the royal palace of the monarch, a tower that seemed to connect two layers of the sky.

At the top of the tower, a throne floats in the void.

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace approached with elegant steps, each pause in his frame-like movements seeming meticulously designed.

While elevating his aura, he also appeared elegant and composed.

He approached the spire of the tower.

From here, one can overlook the entire Heavenly Palace; the boundless complex of buildings appears both magnificent and desolate under the full moon.

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace gently raised his hand, and with the support of his footsteps, it was as if he were starting a waltz, and he gently placed his hand on a person's shoulder.

The moment he touched the throne.

His aura grew increasingly powerful, as if the entire Heavenly Palace had been activated, with light radiating from the Heavenly Palace Tower as its center.

A hint of shock flashed in the old man's eyes as he reached the height of the Heavenly Palace.

He was clearly taken aback for a moment, and tightened his grip on the flute.

If the palace of Zhoulan was lonely and desolate, then this place is magnificent and breathtaking.

At that moment, he seemed to see not an empty heavenly palace, but a bustling, sleepless kingdom where there was no distinction between day and night.

After a brief moment of confusion, the old man's gaze became even more resolute.

Human cities also have similar lights at night, but the difference is that the ancient lights represent a bygone civilization, and now they are deserted.

In contrast, modern cities are filled with the lights of countless homes, where countless people enjoy and yearn for peace.

The tragedy that happened a month and a half ago must not be repeated.

The gods ended the age of demons; they cannot allow demons to end the age of humans.
The Lord of the Heavenly Palace also awoke from this scene.

The dust in his memory seemed to have been completely swept away.

He clearly remembered that whenever the Chinese and Soviet Union came to visit, the top of the tower would always be struck by lightning and thunder.

The tower's spire, which is so high, is also designed for lightning protection. Whenever lightning strikes, a small arc of electricity surges across the tower, making the lightning soar to a more pleasant and relaxed state.

"pity."

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace stroked the throne and couldn't help but murmur.

It's unclear whether he lamented that his plan to "devour China and the Soviet Union," which he had been scheming for tens of thousands of years, was thwarted by the gods before it even began, or whether he regretted that this prosperous Heavenly Palace would eventually come to an end.

Perhaps both.
His aura had reached 70% of its peak at this moment.

The black energy swirled wildly throughout the world, while the righteous energy also faintly revealed itself, seemingly extremely dissatisfied with this era of black energy.

Ximu composed himself, turned around, and sat down.

boom!
With the blessing of the Heavenly Palace, the Lord of the Heavenly Palace became even more magnificent.

At this moment, the disease from afar hid away, daring not to release any plague.

The surging shadows ceased their churning, utterly subdued by the majesty of the Heavenly Palace Lord.

A monster confronting a wrestler cowers in a corner, trembling with fear, while the dead wizard commands his minions to submit.

Even the gods, who represent fear, were astonished by this illusory majesty when they looked up at the sky.

This may be the closest this era has ever come to the full glory of demons.

It's as if that era has returned.

All the dark creatures in the world seemed so insignificant under the monarch's wing.
The old man, who had flown to the heavenly palace, met the gaze of the king, whose eyes were lowered.

The immense aura caused the old man's body to tremble slightly.

However, he did not back down.

Even though he sensed that the master of this heavenly palace could easily crush him, he still raised the flute in his hand, put it to his lips, and continued to approach.

The king, seated on his throne, finally looked at the righteous mage.

He suddenly smiled, the nostalgia in his eyes vanished, and asked, "Master, look, isn't my heavenly palace beautiful?"

The old man was slightly taken aback. At the king's invitation, he couldn't help but look towards the Heavenly Palace, and the flute he was about to play froze at that moment.

because
The magnificent heavenly palace was collapsing before his eyes!
Starting from the edge, like a burning scroll, it gradually turned into nothingness particles of light that drifted into the air, bringing no disaster whatsoever.

It was like setting off the most dazzling fireworks display.

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace simply watched without doing anything to stop it.

He simply watched all of this with nostalgia, the suffocating aura emanating from him gradually diminishing as the Heavenly Palace collapsed.

It's like a mirage from legend.

Magnificent and wondrous, yet unable to bring any impact to the times.

When the old man came to his senses after witnessing this shocking scene, he turned around and stared at the Lord of the Heavenly Palace again. His majesty crumbled bit by bit along with everything that had happened.

He's destroying everything he has!
The old man didn't know why he did this.

But no matter what, a demon is always a demon, an inheritor of ancient glory, destined to be but a few strokes in history, not to emerge from it.

So whatever they're doing, just send them to hell.

He continued to approach, gently blowing air from his mouth.

Woo~
The sound of the flute, carrying a strong killing intent and a powerful righteous spirit, descended with a thunderous roar!
(End of this chapter)