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

Chapter 148 comes with its own Yin-Yang balance
Lin Luo looked at Xi Mu, his expression turning serious.

Demons are transcendent and special; their privileges are unbelievably great. In countless failures, as long as the conflict is balanced, fate will always favor them.

Give them countless opportunities to try and fail.

Even if Lopes devotes all his efforts to planning, as long as they don't touch the annals of history, it might take a hundred years, two hundred years, or even longer.

They always have the opportunity to come back into the world, only their privileges are partially gone, and they start on the same starting line as other holders of power.

Now, just as the fluctuations of Titan have begun, Westwood, who originally intended to remain aloof from worldly affairs, has appeared.

This seems to indicate that the trouble Di Kui is about to cause is greater than he imagined.

Ximu smiled: "Fear, I didn't expect to meet you so soon."

Lin Luo concealed the slight expression in his eyes and looked up at the sky. The moonlight on his red crown robes echoed the moonlight in the celestial palace.

Under the moonlight, darkness and shadows appear and disappear, seemingly echoing the entire sky.

Ximu noticed the fluctuations of authority on the crown robe and felt a little regretful: "Look, if the authority of heaven had been given to you back then, even if it was just a little bit, you might have been given a new title, Night."

Lin Luo glanced at Xi Mu, but he wasn't disappointed at all. Fear was his foundation, and the new power he had gained was too strong, which would be detrimental to him.

This level is just right now, as for the night...
If he were willing, it wouldn't be impossible for him to obtain the corresponding authority.

"What do you want? Didn't you tell me not to bother you?"

The response to fear was somewhat lukewarm, but Ximu didn't care. He had only sent a projection, or rather, he only dared to send projections now.

He is currently very weak, and he will not appear in his true form when the risks and rewards are disproportionate.

"I came to catch up with you." Ximu looked around, found a relatively flat stone, casually picked a blade of grass and put it in his mouth, sat down with one hand on the ground in a very dashing manner: "What, not welcome?"

"What can you give me? You can't stop me from doing anything right now."

A fearful, indifferent voice came from behind.

The blade of grass at the corner of Ximu's mouth fell to the ground, his face filled with shock. He pointed a finger at the evil god and said, "You...you...I thought we were friends."

"The last person who became your friend is now deeply traumatized."

Xi Mu chuckled: "But I helped her obtain the power of hope, an opportunity that many people would rather die than have."

He picked up the foxtail grass and put it in his mouth.

He leaned back and lay on the ground, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Fear, stay here with me for a while."

"It was possible before, but not now. The privileges of the devil must be eliminated."

Fear calmly stated, "This is a prerequisite for the return to normal balance, and also a prerequisite for the beginning of a new era."

Ximu lay there, his eyes somewhat vacant.

How could he not know?
After the Cursed Blue fell, the old days were completely hopeless.

Or rather, the demons had no hope from the very beginning, ever since the Holy Lord did not release them two thousand years ago.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to go to this point.

But sometimes, knowing something is one thing, but if there's even a sliver of hope, watching it go and not doing anything to save it, instead jeopardizing that hope, is quite another.

Even though Ximu can no longer be called a demon, he still cannot sit idly by.

not to mention.
Ximu, with a blade of grass in his mouth, lay down with his legs crossed, swaying back and forth.

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

About five minutes later, when he could feel the fear and impatience, he...

Xi Mu said with some helplessness, "The power of life."

"Ok?"

Fear was somewhat surprised: "Can the Earth Demon really restore the Demon Age?"

Based on his understanding of Di Kui, how could such a thing happen? Even Zhou Lan couldn't do it, so how could that fool be?
He doesn't even look smart.
"No."

"That"

“Di Kui is perfect; he has a 50% chance of winning.” Xi Mu looked up at Fear: “Of course, this is assuming you don’t interfere.”

"Otherwise, why would I come? Even though I'm no longer a demon, I still want to protect myself."

Upon hearing Ximu's words, Lin Luo became interested: "What do you mean?"

"You agreed?"

"You've offered such good things, why wouldn't I?"

Or rather, his attitude towards demons has always been quite complex.

In the current plan of the evil god, there will be no demons in the future, or at least the privileges of demons will disappear from the world, just like Lope's plan.

Only in this way can those who hold power have the opportunity to rise to power, and only then can the balance be restored.

With what he has now, he will be very safe in that new era in the future, and Ximu is also working on this.

However, because of the unexplained disappearance of the immortal god, Lin Luo vaguely wanted the Demon Era to return.

If the age of demons truly returns, the gods will most likely emerge from the shadows and into the light once more.

All dangers from the balance are blocked by the eight great demons, allowing him to improve without restraint.

Oh, now only six great demons remain, and the authority of the sky and gravity has returned to heaven and earth.

Even if the old order were to truly resurface, these two former overlords would once again climb the ladder to the top.

Ximu smiled.

He looked at the sky, and he now enjoyed looking at the sky, even though it no longer had anything to do with him.

His voice was full of memories:
"Among the eight great demons, the Earth Demon is special. This can be seen from its followers. The other demons, including myself, all have followers of the dark race. But the Earth Demon is different. The Titans are gentle and are also a righteous race. Do you know what this means?"

“That’s right. He has his own yin-yang balance, which means that the strange destiny he’s become won’t target him.”

"Furthermore, I'm curious to see what the Saints and Destiny will do when righteousness stands on the side of evil."

Lin Luo asked, "Do you know why demons were eliminated?"

Ximu nodded: "I know, but isn't this an attempt?"

Lin Luo remained noncommittal: "Where is the right to life?"

Ximu smiled: "You're still so impatient. I haven't received it yet. Wait a couple of days. I'm on my way to get it."

Lin Luo:.
"Painting?"

"How could that be? I'm 100% sure, don't worry."

Ximu changed the subject: "Fear, that swordsman you created seems quite interesting. How about I give him some more training?"

Lin Luo glanced at Xi Mu: "Don't mess with me, I quite like him."

"Let me see. So what if he's a little more talented, a little more determined, and a little more talkative? Is there something else I haven't noticed?"

"Your talent is already top-tier in the world."

Lin Luo replied, chatting with Xi Mu, his gaze already fixed on the direction of Mexico.

There, a peculiar obsession is taking shape.

The Earthly Demon is preparing to revive.

This demonic resurgence will be a very special one.

Lin Luo also had some expectations, after all, he was quite curious about the ancient times, and being able to glimpse a corner of it occasionally was a pretty good experience.

"That's true, but can't you conjure up legs? It looks really inconvenient with your lower body all swirling with mist. Can you sit or lie down?"

Lin Luo:.
He glanced at Ximu but did not answer.

Ximu: "Tsk."

He raised his fingertips, and a wisp of black gas appeared: "Just satisfying my curiosity."

Lin Luo reached out and captured that mass of super-high-quality fear.

His lips twitched; it was the fear of a demon from heaven. This guy had left nothing behind, actually abandoning everything beforehand, yet a portion of the fear remained within him.
outrageous.

However, he could still fulfill such a small request, after all, he had given so much. Fear, shrouded in mist from below, lay slightly bent on a rocking chair, swaying gently.

"Fear is formless and invisible. The way I am now is just a habit I've always had. I can be anything, in any form."

"It doesn't feel quite perfect."

"There is no such thing as perfection in the world. Even the perfect Di Kui you speak of is not intelligent."

"Yeah, that's right."

Ximu asked, "Fear, how much longer can we talk like this?"

"If you don't cause any trouble, it should last a long time."

"hope"

Fear glanced at the demon that was completely fused with the human body and soul, then turned to look at Mexico.

Perhaps not long after—
Mexico, a sea of ​​flowers.

Xiaoyu sat on the fortress, smelling the fragrance around her, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

This place felt a little different to her.

Jackie Chan, who was cultivating not far away, also sensed that aura. He stopped what he was doing and carefully removed the lead weights binding his body.

He gazed intently at the sea of ​​flowers around him.

Without much thought, Jackie Chan is now acting like a frightened bird.

I dialed my dad's number directly.

Toot toot.
Hello, this is Old Man's Antique Shop.

"True, I'm looking for Dad. There's some activity in the flower field, but I don't know what it is."

Oh, just a moment, sir.

Tru called out several times, but there was still no response.

"Um, sir seems busy. Please wait a moment, I'll go check on him."

Jackie Chan: "Okay, hurry up."

He felt somewhat helpless. His father was usually reliable, but occasionally he could be a little rebellious.

Xiaoyu glanced at Jackie Chan, then looked down at the sea of ​​flowers.

Before I knew it, a light mist had settled over the entire sea of ​​flowers.

A flower with wool curls appeared in Xiaoyu's hand.

She tightened her grip on what she was holding and asked in a low voice, "Can you sense what it is?"

A sense of righteousness is gathering; it feels very comforting and ancient, and I quite like it.

"Uprightness?"

As they spoke, the surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker. Xiaoyu floated down from the fortress and came to Jackie Chan's side, looking around warily.

The voice continued in her mind.

Yes. Righteousness, somewhat like a remnant soul, but mainly driven by obsession; it's trying to revive. Hmm, it seems you're going to ancient times, even more ancient than the era I mentioned.

Time travel?

Xiaoyu's tone became more serious, and the surrounding fog grew thicker, beginning to obscure their vision.

She's no longer that naive little girl; she knows the taboos of time, and anyone who touches time will become unfortunate.

"Xiaoyu, watch out, Tru."

Toot toot.
Jackie Chan subtly stood in front of Jade, frowning as he looked at the communication that had been cut off due to a lack of signal.

No, it's a powerful obsession, similar to the mirage you mentioned.

"Hey, new here? Come over and register your information."

A deep, muffled voice rang out.

The two turned around and saw a huge group of buildings, in which various races appeared and strolled around leisurely.

Xiaoyu and Jackie Chan exchanged a glance, somewhat suspicious.

What's happening here?
"Hey, why aren't you here yet? It's time to collect your allowance later."

A plump, middle-aged human walked over and looked at them suspiciously.

Jackie Chan stepped forward and asked in a serious tone, "Where is this? How did we get here? Who are you?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Kingdom of the Earth, do you want to register your household or not? No household registration means no subsidies, and no one will care if you get bullied."

Jackie Chan froze, fell silent, and looked around.

The surrounding landscaping is excellent, with rows of large trees arranged in an orderly fashion, laden with all sorts of fruits.

The air was filled with the aroma of fruit, and everyone around had a slight smile on their face, as if the air itself was filled with the scent of happiness.

This is actually the kingdom of the Earth Demon?

There was none of the oppressive feeling of a demonic rule that I had imagined.

Xiaoyu frowned. She didn't know what to do. Everything around her looked so beautiful, but she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

【Xiaoyu, hurry and go with him to register. Let's go inside and take a look.】

I hope it will speak with great enthusiasm, so that it can understand where it is and that it is full of curiosity about this place.

This seems to be its ideal paradise. How wonderful it would be if everyone were as cheerful as the residents here, without the pressure of survival, and with anticipation for each day.
'Where am I? What's happening right now?'

Xiaoyu asked herself this question. She reached out and tugged at Jackie Chan's sleeve, then followed the middle-aged man toward a massive building with a door that was seventeen meters high.

"Xiaoyu?"

Jackie Chan looked down at Jade with some confusion.

"Follow along first."

Xiaoyu answered softly while listening to Hope's explanation.

Yes, there is a very, very good figure about to revive. Don't worry, it's not a demon.

Hope enthusiastically describes it: "It is kind, gentle, and tolerant; it uses a miraculous power to soon descend upon reality, and I look forward to meeting it."

'Not a demon? But from the Kingdom of Earth?'

Xiaoyu's eyes grew increasingly serious: 'It can't be...'

Yes, the Earth Titans! In legends, they are benevolent and beautiful; they can stop people from starving and restore the earth to fertile soil to support more life. They are truly good; let's go find them!

Xiaoyu was stunned, frowned, and realized she couldn't remember it right away.

Isn't it a demon?
What's the situation now?
The same question was shared by the old man, who finally arrived from San Francisco with the staff, Tru, and a large amount of materials for sealing demons.

He looked around at the beautiful scenery with a somewhat bewildered expression.

Unable to contain himself, he shouted, "Hey~ it doesn't seem to be a demon that's about to be resurrected!"

"Dad only seals away demons. What's being revived now is a kind soul. Why are you urging Dad to come?"

Tru:
"Um, Jackie Chan said there was a strange change, and there really was one."

"Lower your position."

The old man beckoned with his finger, and after Tru bent over, he flicked his two fingers.

Pa~Ah~
"Father knows, but do you really want Father to seal away such a pure soul and such a kind aura?"

"Besides, Dad hasn't learned any magic to seal such benevolent beings. If you want to seal them, you should go to the Dark Wizard! Not Dad!"

　This chapter has over 4,000 words, but I can't finish writing the second chapter. If I add another 4,000 words during the day, will that count as an extra chapter and not a delay? Hehe (silly grin·JPG)

　　
　
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