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

Chapter 225 A Monarch Has Fallen
The Holy Lord calmly gazed at the sky, his hands behind his back clenching slightly as he saw everything from the past once more; his memories kept returning.

His eyes became increasingly clear, and the passage of time began to show in them, making him appear older, or perhaps more composed.

But the occasional hint of malice in those scarlet eyes still revealed the deceitful nature of the man.

However, today's fraudsters only realize this after taking a macro-level look at everything from back then.

Demons are one of the seven different forces in the world, and some even have ambitions to devour each other's territories.

But the demons are truly a unified whole.

He knew what was left in the sky.

The world reached its peak, and after another ten or twenty thousand years, the immortal gods were born, pushing the world to another peak, followed by the fall of the demons.

He didn't know what Xiaofeng was doing, but he did know that Xiaofeng seemed to be touching time.

Xiaofeng is being killed!
The sinister look in the Holy Lord's eyes intensified.
Behind him, the little demon dragon's gaze toward the sky grew increasingly obsessive.

Wisps of black energy rose from his body, but no one could detect it. Or rather, compared to the black energy on the demon dragon's body, this black energy, though different, was insignificant.

All powerful beings are watching the monarch above who is battling against time.

But very few people can understand the current predicament of the monarch.

Even hell seemed exceptionally desolate and lonely at this moment.

The Earthly Kingdom fell into a brief period of silence due to its depletion, and the Sino-Soviet Union also fell into silence due to its own depletion and disillusionment.

The cursed blue fell silent, and the western wood vanished.

In the present hell, the most conspicuous thing is a green figure that is over thirty meters tall.

Bo Gang stared blankly as the images disappeared, lost in thought.

After the image completely entered Xiaofeng's body.

She mumbled something, lay back, and started snoring loudly.

At this point, it seems that only a beautiful snake woman remains conscious in Hell.

The complex emotions in the eyes of this beautiful snake woman were even more intense.

When Basha appeared, she seemed to only be thinking about reviving Atlantis, without considering doing anything for the future of the demons.

Her long imprisonment has driven her to this somewhat insane state. She seems to have forgotten that the Water Lord also viewed demons as a unified whole.

Ximu, who was in a primeval forest, sat on the branch of a tall tree.

Not far away, a viscous and dark energy surged within an array that was in operation.

He simply stared at the sky, his face expressionless.

It was as if everything above had nothing to do with him.

hum~
A peculiar fluctuation appeared in my hand.

Ximu, who had been staring at the sky, snapped out of his reverie.

With a raised hand, the faint outline of a bright red imperial robe appeared and disappeared.

This is a call from an evil god.

After thinking it over, Ximu unusually refused the evil god's contact.

With his hands behind his back, he continued to look up at everything above.

Time slowly passed, and before him, the viscous darkness slowly condensed within the array, gradually crystallizing.

The former Sky Monarch seemed to be waiting for his own materials to take shape, or perhaps waiting for the final fate of the monarch whose body had already begun to tremble.

In the vast sky, the Lord of Wind stared intently at the future, his ever-growing power surging towards the ages.

The weight of the past is dissipating, and the illusion of the future is gradually solidifying. At the same time, the illusion becomes more elusive, causing the weight to dissipate even faster.

But the ruler of the sky paid no heed to these things.

It's almost here, almost here, the future will soon be set.

That future with demons.

That future that breaks the gods' blockade.

That future holds the past.

The Wind Lord's gaze grew increasingly resolute, and his body completely dissipated, leaving only the soul of a toad.

The demon's physical body was truly dead. But the monarch didn't care.

In that future with its past, five hundred years have already passed, and everything is so perfect.

His eyes were full of light.

There is still hope for the demons; even the immortal gods' tens of thousands of years of planning are not without flaws!

So that’s it.
Immortal gods, balance, time, parallel worlds, void.
Xiaofeng's body became increasingly transparent, and one could even clearly see lines of text emerging from the history books behind him.

Within his body, countless thoughts were constantly crumbling.

Xiaofeng's soul also began to fall silent.

However, his spirits became increasingly excited.

Because he felt that he had truly found a way to save the demons.

So close, so close.
How exactly did this perfect ending unfold?
Xiaofeng continued to increase the output of his power and destiny.

below.

Ximu stared calmly at the sky.

Not far away, a jet-black rhombus-shaped crystal appeared and slowly floated in front of him.

But the fact that his hands were clenched tightly behind his back revealed his unease.

Each powerful figure looked at the large, dark sphere in the sky with a different expression.

The large sphere no longer has the rune representing wind.

The overwhelming aura of destiny that had almost crushed the entire world was also rapidly fading away at this moment.

They could see that the Wind Lord had now lost everything.

Time is eroding everything about him.

Few people know what he's doing.

Despite having received such a tremendous destiny, they recklessly defied the passage of time.

But anyone who knows what he's doing will definitely have mixed feelings.

The once-powerful monarch has now stooped to sacrificing himself in search of a future that may be utterly impossible.
"Almost...almost...the puzzle is just one piece short."

The monarch's murmurs only lingered within a radius of one or two meters around him.

He stared intently at this future, at the increasingly blurry figures within it, his transparent body trembling slightly.

He kept muttering to himself, his eyes fixed on Ximu's figure.

Ximu is indeed the future of evil, as long as we know how Ximu achieved this situation.

Then this future will be fixed.

It will become a new future driven by a rich history.

This is also the only feasible path for the devil.

"It'll be soon, very soon."

The monarch murmured, and Ximu's figure continued to retreat, retreating further and further.

Finally, the image freezes.

The monarch was stunned.

Time rewinds, and the future begins anew, uncertain and unpredictable.

The monarch silently turned his head.

Unbeknownst to me, I had already exhausted all my resources.
It turns out I have nothing left.
But he was so close. He was about to find out the answer.
In the vast sky, wisps of white began to appear within the black sphere.

The balance is beginning to shift.

The monarch tried to hold onto something, but a soul as transparent as glass seemed utterly powerless to do so.
What's left? What's left?
right!

He also possesses the immortality of the soul!
He still has the wind!
boom!
In the vast sky, time suddenly began to turn.
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Below, Ximu's foot, which had just been taken, stopped.
He looked up, and a gentle breeze blew by, bringing a slightly bitter taste—the taste of sorrow.

A monarch fell.
(End of this chapter)