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

Chapter 142 Time Orb
Outside Chinatown.

Under the full moon, a wisp of mist hung over the streets.

Various vehicles crashed into the roadside, or collided head-on or rear-ended each other, and all the drivers were slumped over their steering wheels, motionless.

Many people lay on the roadside, their chests rising and falling slightly, as if they were asleep.

A faint smell of rust and burning filled the air, and puddles of liquid were scattered between the vehicles, their crimson color only visible upon closer inspection.

The entire street looked like a post-apocalyptic wasteland, which was particularly terrifying.

A pitiful child with slightly red eyes, as if he had just cried because of something, walked on this somewhat strange street. The fear and vulnerability in his eyes were very obvious. He carefully avoided the people lying on the ground and kept moving forward.

His occasional glances to the left and right indicate that he seems to be searching for something.

Suddenly, a streak of heat rapidly stretched across the dark horizon, leaving a long trail in the sky.

The child looked up and watched the flame recede into the distance, sensing a deep sense of resentment and oppression within it.

The fire elementals in this area seem to have become exceptionally active because of their ruler's unhappiness.

The child's eyes held a strange expression, as if he wanted to laugh but held it back.
He ducked carefully to avoid a corpse, but when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with fear once more.

He paused briefly in front of a street lamp, watching a person's shadow slowly grow longer, which felt even more bizarre.

It's as if this catastrophic scene was caused by their shadows being swallowed up, but for some reason, these shadows are returning.

The child became even more frightened. He walked slowly along the street, and finally, as if he had discovered something, he ran forward quickly.

The fog ahead began to churn slightly, and the group noticed him and walked towards him.

"Jimmy, what are you doing out here?"

A voice filled with deep weariness rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in blue appeared before the child, holding an unconscious girl, with a tired-looking old man and a big man beside him.

The young man forced himself to stand up, half-squatted down, and looked at him with the gentlest possible gaze.

Clearly, these are the four people from the antique shop.

The child, Jimmy, stopped, his eyes filled with fear and unease. He looked at Jackie Chan, his voice hoarse: "Is Jade alright?"

Jackie Chan shook his head: "He fainted, he's fine."

He glanced at the catastrophic scene around him, closed his eyes, and said gently, "Why did you come out? Let's go back first. You need to rest now."

Jimmy looked around, terrified, but shook his head. "No, Uncle Long, I have to go back. I don't know what's wrong with my parents. I have to find them, just in case..."

He glanced fearfully at the lifeless body under a car not far away, and his whole demeanor became even more panicked.

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, then was about to hand Jade to Tru: "I'll go with you. I'm worried about you going alone."

Jimmy lowered his head and remained silent for a while, but did not refuse.

Tru carried Xiaoyu and left with his father.

Just as Jimmy was about to continue walking forward, he suddenly felt a warm, strong hand on his shoulder.

He stopped and looked up at Jackie Chan.

Those nearly broken eyes made Jackie Chan feel even more distressed.

Jackie Chan forced a gentle smile onto his tired face and extended a hand: "Don't be afraid, Jimmy, I'll be with you, and Jade will be with you too, it's okay."

Jimmy lowered his head, extended his hand, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, Uncle Long."

Jackie Chan smiled, said nothing, and led Jimmy into the mist.

When the two arrived at a detached single-story house, the sound of televisions inside made them feel very at ease.

The two went inside and immediately saw a middle-aged man and woman huddled together on the sofa, motionless.

Their shadows gradually became complete under the light of the television.

Jackie Chan breathed a huge sigh of relief. If something had happened to those two, Jimmy might not have been able to handle the blow.

Fortunately, these people were only devoured by the Shadow Devouring Legion. Now the Shadow Devouring Legion has fallen silent again, and all the shadows will return before dawn. Apart from those who died in the car accident in this city, there will not be too many casualties.

"It's alright, they've just fainted, they'll wake up when it's light."

Jackie Chan casually told Jimmy this relatively good news.

Jimmy finally breathed a sigh of relief. He silently turned off the TV, sat in the corner of the sofa, curled up, hugged his legs, buried his face in his knees, and looked at Jackie Chan with tired eyes.

She said sullenly, "Uncle Long, you go ahead and do your work. I'll stay here and wait for Mom and Dad to wake up."

Jackie Chan looked at the handmade necklace, a symbol of friendship, draped over the child's knee, and felt as if his eyes had been stung.

He glanced at the middle-aged couple, wanting to say something, but then he thought of the three people in the antique shop, and the possible breakdown Xiaoyu might experience after waking up.

He nodded: "Remember to lock the door, and be careful."

"I know."

Jimmy remained curled up as he watched Jackie Chan leave.

He seemed to be fulfilling his promise; a few rays of sunlight pierced through the window.

It broke the silence in the room.

"Hmm~" ×2
The sounds of stretching and rumbling stomachs filled the air.

The middle-aged couple slowly opened their eyes. The woman immediately spotted their child, who was curled up and observing them.

A surprised smile appeared on her face: "Hey Jimmy, didn't you go on a picnic with Mr. Jackie Chan? How come you're back so soon?"

Jimmy looked at them and said in a low voice, "You'll be moving with me because this city is too dangerous, won't you?"

The couple were taken aback.

"Jimmy, say it again."

Jimmy's mother seemed to have some doubts, but when she noticed the black necklace on Jimmy's knee, her doubts vanished. She was confused for a moment, then came to her senses.

She looked at Jimmy's father with great anxiety: "Hey honey, I think we should move to a different city."

"Great idea, I completely agree."
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"Damn it!"

In a villa in Los Angeles.

The demon dragon, in a fit of rage, turned a table to ashes. Since his resurrection, nothing had gone smoothly for him.

Whether it's Zhou Lan, Xi Mu, or the Shadow Queen incident.

The outcome of all the events weakened the demon's power, as if the demon had been abandoned by the world, causing him to feel intense unease.

"Don't worry, child."

The Holy Lord spoke, but was interrupted by the demon dragon the next moment.

"Father, there are only three Demon Gates left. I can sense that once all the gates are gone, the demons will have no hope left."

The Holy Lord remained silent.

If his initial attitude towards the world when he sought to revive was, "Once I revive, all traitors will die!", he now feels an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

It seems the demon has been driven to the brink of destruction; no matter what it does, it must be sealed away.

Is the path Ximu mentioned really the only one?
They abandoned their demonic identity and status to eke out a living in the new era.
After all, even someone as powerful as Zhou Lan could not reverse the tide and perished in the destiny of the new era.

boom!
The little demon dragon vented its dissatisfaction and unease: "Fear is the same. It clearly sees the future, but it always goes against us. Does it think it can remain unscathed in this new era?"

"ridiculous!"

He growled, "In that future, all authority will be taken back, and fear will be no exception!"

"Why, why, by what right?"

The constant questioning irritated the Holy Lord: "Enough!"

The little demon dragon was taken aback, looked at his father, felt the immense pressure, and pursed his lips.

He wanted to say something, but since the recovery, many things have told him that these old guys he used to look down on were countless times stronger than he had ever thought.

In addition to his initial awe of the Holy Lord, he also developed a greater respect for Him.

Many times, I'm actually quite willing to listen to my old man's nagging.

The Holy Lord's aura dissipated as he looked at the demon dragon.

He waved his hand: "You're still a child. You don't need to worry about these things. Wait until you're really grown up before you start helping me. Now, go and rest."

The little demon dragon looked at the Holy Lord with a sullen expression: "I am 1,900 years old, Father."

"They're still just kids."

The little demon dragon stared at the Holy Lord for a long time, then turned and walked towards his room.

After the little demon dragon left.

The Holy Lord looked at the ceiling with a sense of melancholy.

He seemed to see the dim moon and the gray sky through the obstruction of the stone.

They no longer have owners.
The Holy Lord remained silent for a very long time.

Suddenly, a ninja soldier emerged from the shadows.

He held a green crystal ball engraved with golden dragon patterns, which exuded a unique aura.

Those who experienced the coronation of the Cursed Blue would be surprised to perceive it.

The unique aura emanating from this magic orb was actually the power of time.

The Holy Lord reached out and picked up the magic orb, and a rabbit charm appeared in his hand.

He brought the rabbit charm close to the magic orb, and the two items trembled slightly.

[Traversing time with speed, locating time with the time sphere, and then what about that knowledge?]

The Holy Lord's eyes were filled with gloom. He waved his hand, and the ninja soldier put the magic orb back into his treasury.

The Holy Lord has actually been researching this for a very long time.

If the demon is truly to lose its status
So, like that old sorcerer, using the power of time to reverse everything is also an option.
The only difficulty is that his knowledge of time was also sealed in the Encyclopedia of Spells, which he hadn't even seen yet, and now the Encyclopedia of Spells has been destroyed.

All he has left is this magic ball.
He closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time before opening them.

A crimson projection appeared in front of him.

The voice of the purple toad, devoid of its usual ease, asked, "Divine Capital, when will the next door open?"

(End of this chapter)