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

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The extremely penetrating sound of the flute soared straight into the sky.

It seems they have been provoked.

Behind the Lord of the Heavenly Palace, a massive, phantom throne loomed in and out of sight.

In that phantom image, Ximu was still sitting on the throne.

Behind this throne, however, stood countless winged beings in formation. Behind them was a magnificent celestial palace, its supreme majesty and will fixed upon the mage who represented righteousness.

A hint of pressure appeared in the old man's eyes, but the flute music he was playing did not stop.

The illusory voice seemed to be visible at this moment, transforming into a stream of light that struck the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

The real Heavenly Palace Lord did not move; his body, seemingly out of frame, simply watched the collapsing Heavenly Palace.

The illusory Lord of the Heavenly Palace raised his hand in anger, and the entire sky changed color at that moment.

Immediately after
The powerful aura collided with the green light.

Boom~
A shocking scene unfolded.

At the moment the flute music collided with the illusory Lord of the Heavenly Palace, the whole world fell silent. Then, half of the boundless Heavenly Palace instantly turned into golden particles.

Like a firework stretching for hundreds of kilometers, it illuminated the entire sky, bringing a dazzling and awe-inspiring spectacle to the world.

The old man was taken aback.

The authority of the Heavenly Palace Lord is rapidly declining.

Naximu still sits on the throne of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

But for no apparent reason, the old man had a ridiculous thought.

They're just not good enough?

Ximu now seems unworthy of that position.

In Hell, the demons who witnessed this scene closed their eyes and severed their communication with Ximu.

Some were angry at their lack of ambition, while others lamented their failure to fight back.

All living beings who witnessed this scene felt extremely complicated emotions.

Why did it have to come to this?

Ximu calmly watched his Heavenly Palace collapse, which also represented the collapse of his status and the collapse of his level of life.

But he just watched.

He sat upright, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne tightly, watching calmly.

The magnificent celestial palace will eventually crumble along with the ancient hierarchy, and what will be reshaped from within it is the rebirth of demons.

but.
This will also be the last time he sits on the throne from the heavens.

This celestial palace, which he built himself, will become a part of history along with Atlantis and the Moon Palace.

"gorgeous."

He murmured, it was unclear whether he was referring to the momentary shock of the collapse of the Heavenly Palace, or to the myriad lights that appeared beneath his ancient ruins.

Or perhaps, a new life that only he can see?

Woo~
The sound of the flute pierced the sky.

At this moment, the powerful spirit of righteousness re-emerged.

The magic from the ancient gods reappeared under the mandate of heaven, fiercely attacking the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

Behind the Heavenly Palace Lord, the illusory shadow had lost some of its power, and the myriad races that once lived in the sky behind it had vanished.

Only the Winged Clan remained, following their king and refusing to leave.

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace remains majestic.

With a raised hand, the sky changed color.

Even when faced with gods and destiny, the phantom did not hesitate for a moment and chose to confront them head-on.

hum~
The world fell silent once again the moment the two sides made contact.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining celestial palace completely transformed into golden particles that drifted into the void.

The sound of a flute, seemingly from ancient times, continued to reverberate through the void.

The ancient god's seal ruthlessly attacked the already extremely weakened Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

At this moment, the former ruler of the Heavenly Palace had an extremely complex expression, as if he were both relieved and saddened.

He watched quietly as the flute music approached, and just as it was about to reach him, his slightly distorted figure vanished instantly.

The green light pierced through the area where he was located, shattering the throne of the last king.

They turned into starlight, and no trace of the Heavenly Palace could be seen again.

They couldn't even obtain a trace of the primordial demon's aura.

Even the entire balance plummeted at this moment. The era that originally belonged to the sky vanished, and the Holy Lord once again became the protagonist of the dark energy, leading the demon wizards to occupy all the share of the dark energy.

The old man remained silent, suspended in the suddenly quiet air.

The moonlight shone on him, casting a faint shadow of confusion.

The flute music stopped, and as he watched the golden dust rapidly dissipate before him, he knew he might have been manipulated by a demon, but in that final moment, the aura emanating from that demon...
Isn't it a bit too weak?
Even a single sheep-eating beast is stronger than the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

But the glory before the collapse of the Heavenly Palace doesn't seem fake, does it?
What exactly happened?

hum~
The old man sensed the presence of the other demon wizards, which had become prominent again.

There was no time to think. Regardless of whether he was being used, he couldn't ignore the demon's appearance with such force.

It's good that no natural disaster like the Cursed Blue has occurred yet. He can think about the matter of becoming the Lord of the Heavenly Palace after he has dealt with the remaining demon wizards.
A spatial ripple flashed around him, and the teleportation spell was cast instantly.

The space around the old man was reorganized.

"Dad! Save Uncle Long!"

Vaguely.

The old man heard the girl's anxious voice.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

The low chanting spread, and the rat that was about to bite off Chenglong's neck with its sharp teeth trembled.

He looked with extreme fear at a phantom black serpent that had suddenly swelled to over ten meters in length.

Without a second thought, he released Jackie Chan and fled frantically. He didn't even have time to spread or contain the epidemic before rushing into the city.

Subduing magic is fine.

Why the sudden appearance of a plus-sized version of restraint magic? Which demon wizard could withstand that?
Damn snake
Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Dad, you're back!"

She was a little tired. Sure enough, she still had to practice. She felt she was still too weak.

"Jackie Chan, take good care of Jade."

The old man gave an order and followed the snake's tail into the city.

The disease-purifying magic, which was about to stop, resumed at this moment, saving the lives of everyone in the city.
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The sky remained dark, the moon seemed shrouded in clouds, and the stars were dim.

Lin Luo withdrew his gaze and looked at the lich not far away, his feelings somewhat complicated.

The Heavenly Palace lies beneath the bright moon, and wherever the moonlight reaches, Lin Luo, as the new Lord of the Moon, can see everywhere.

He clearly saw Ximu leave the Heavenly Palace and disappear into the moonlight.

There was no sign that the gates of hell had been opened.

But what's outrageous is...
I went from being the seventh child to the sixth.
Even if the demons still exist in the world.

Position and destiny
Somewhat poignant, it seems no demon is ever simple.
Should they simply abandon their ancient glory and try to integrate into this era and rise again?

Few people can muster that kind of courage, right?

This requires a mental fortitude no less demanding than that required for the coronation of the Cursed Blue.
In the show, Ximu manages to sever his tail to survive, which is extremely pathetic. However, in reality, he would be more dangerous than other demons.
Now that he has the opportunity, he cut off his tail even more thoroughly, leaving no trace of that tail known as the "flaw"!

"Lich, are you sure you want to be my enemy?"

Lin Luo snapped out of his daze and looked at the lich who was trying to stop him from capturing the evil spirit.

Fear was building throughout the city.

He reached out, and a powerful suction force pulled some evil spirits towards them. These beings were fearful and were spirits. Although they were not contagious, they generally knew how to spawn their own kind.

With proper maintenance, it's still possible to create a demon factory.

The lich paused for a moment, then this time did not stop them.

He glanced deeply at the evil god who exuded a powerful sense of oppression, then turned and walked into the rapidly dying city.

The aura of death continued to gather, and the wailing souls became its source of power, healing his injuries.

Now, as long as the evil god doesn't actively prevent him from recovering himself, and doesn't try to capture high-level undead creatures like the undead knight, then...

He won't even clash with evil gods anymore.

Because he could sense that the aura that seemed to have sealed the Lord of the Heavenly Palace meant that after dealing with the disease, his next target would definitely be him.

He had to have some means of self-preservation before that aura of justice approached, and only then could he think about other things.

Within Lin Luo's wide sleeves, ferocious demons were placed in a corner, circling around but unable to disturb the sleeping goat.

The terrified roar was cut off, leaving only resentment and fear as it stared at all the creatures within its sight.

Lin Luo's gaze swept over an undead knight who was holding a street lamp and whose armor and warhorse were made of death energy.

It had no head, but it silently stared at Lin Luo, radiating a powerful aura.

Lin Luo ignored this fearless and simple-minded person.

Most undead creatures are like this; only a few kinds of creatures can feel fear and have awe for the strong.

And even fewer of them are contagious.

Demons could be considered one, though. In some disasters, they can create new ones of their kind, and they even possess some intelligence, like a grumpy dog.

And the rest
Lin Luo traversed this city of death, the unbridled aura of the evil god adding something else to the fear that gathered there.

That was the fear of the undead.

After ignoring ghouls and mutants, which are difficult to replicate.

Lin Luo reached for another usable variety.

Ghost.

If evil spirits are a combination of resentment and soul, then changui are souls represented by resentment and jealousy.

Although it is also a type of evil spirit, it is a little more advanced.

Anyone killed by them has a certain probability that their soul will also transform into a vengeful spirit, becoming the subordinate of the killed person, and then going on to slaughter more of their original kind.

As Lin Luo put this into his sleeve, the aura of the evil god emanating from him grew even stronger.

He tried to discern the different kinds of fear, and finally shook his head in disappointment.

These are the two species that are suitable for breeding and that I have a fear of.

After all, this was just a race corrupted by the lich's release of necromantic energy, and the time was so short.

Having two is already quite good.

Lin Luo glanced into the depths of the city, then his figure faded and disappeared.

The cows and horses have gone to outer space, so this kind of thing still needs to be left to Zhang Gui; he's the only one with free time right now.

About an hour after he left.

An aura of justice suddenly surged within the black mist.

A somewhat weary old man arrives in this dead city with Jade and Jackie Chan.

In the black mist at the heart of the city, the soul fire beneath the lich's black robes flickered ever brighter, and a vast aura of death continuously gathered, making the lich's aura increasingly powerful.

He stood up and, amidst the embrace of death, looked at the righteous mage.

All the skeletons and zombies in the city were staring at them.

At the same time, the immense death energy representing the dead also attempted to erode the weak Jackie Chan and Jade.

But the chanting suddenly dissipated.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

But skeletons and zombies don't experience fear, and they march towards the righteous mage, even charging at him!

"Oh, what bad luck!"

(End of this chapter)