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

Chapter 226 Destiny, The Return of the Demon

In the sky, the enormous black sphere of light had begun to dissipate.

The thick, antique book was closing its pages one by one, making a rustling sound as if someone was gently turning it.

All living beings who can see this book will experience three distinct feelings.

Profound, clear, and illusory.

Just like time itself.
Wow.
The pages of the book kept turning, and the illusory and the clear became blurred, the weight pressing down on everything.

thump~
As the book closed completely, the strange phenomenon in the sky disappeared.

Ximu remained silent for a while.

"Hey~"

A long sigh dispelled the slight bitterness in the wind.

"what happened?"

Ximu was startled and turned his head sharply in the direction from which the sound came, but found nothing.

Is this an illusion?

impossible.
"Howling Wind?"

Ximu spoke in a serious tone, without any hint of joking or teasing.

He knew very well why the howling wind stirred up the years.

To be honest, he admired his second brother very much, and to some extent, his respect for him even surpassed his awe of Zhou Lan.

Because if Zhou Lan's coronation is truly a possibility, Xi Mu could make the same choice.

But what Xiaofeng did was something he could never do.

Because he lacks the heart to sacrifice himself for others.

He always acted in his own self-interest, though perhaps at times he might be willing to sacrifice something for the sake of ancient glory.

But if glory gets in his way, he will not hesitate to abandon it.

Is the demon a single entity?
That doesn't exist in Ximu's world. He's no longer the Sky Demon; he even pushed the Lightning Demon into Hell.

A gentle breeze blew.

The same scent lingers in the wind; perhaps for some time to come, the wind will grieve for the demise of its sovereign.

Ximu frowned.

A mental wave spread out, scanning the area within a hundred miles, but nothing happened.

"Ximu, destiny is in your hands."

That weary voice, broken and intermittent, a spiritual thought that couldn't even be transmitted in reality, reappeared.

It truly is the voice of will!

Ximu's mental power suddenly intensified, and the entire area seemed to be covered by a membrane, giving it a slightly viscous appearance.

In this realm, a gentle breeze glides through the treetops, insects leave their footprints on the leaves, and a drop of dew trembles before finally falling.

huh~
I don't know who lit the firework.

The magnificent blooming heralded the New Year in this ancient Eastern country, leaving Ximu, who was still searching for something, stunned.

Scenes that weren't there before began to appear in his mind.

In the footage, he seemed to be blessed by destiny, with every preparation and every impromptu response being just right, even filling in many details he had never noticed before.

It's as if an omniscient and omnipotent being is manipulating this situation; the demons truly have a way out!
Because the immortal gods' opponents are no longer demons.

Instead, it's the howling wind and time!

No one can defy the passage of time!

Even God is escaping the passage of time.

This time, destiny has returned to the devil!

Ximu snapped out of his daze and looked at the sky with an extremely complicated expression.

The immense spiritual energy was slowly withdrawn.

He saw the kid who had set off fireworks earlier being spanked by his parents, and only one firework went off.

I also saw more information about nature.

The sorrow in the wind reddened the eyes of this human body.

But I could no longer feel anything unusual.

It seems he'll never see Xiaofeng again.
There was no Wind Demon in that future either.

Ximu fiddled with the black crystal in his hand; this thing seemed to be more important than he had originally thought.

A slight smile curved Ximu's lips. A phantom image of a figure in a crimson crown robe floated beside him.

Xi Mu asked, "What's wrong? I was busy with something just now."
-

In the United States.

The Holy Lord withdrew his gaze with a very complicated expression.

Clearly, Xiaofeng failed and suffered a backlash from time itself.
He closed his eyes and recalled how Xiaofeng was gradually erased by the power of time.

I couldn't help but clench my fist.

Is time truly untouchable?
"Father."

The soft call brought the Holy Lord back to his senses.

He sniffed the scent carried on the wind, and just as he was about to respond, he heard the human race's broadcast.

The demon has been defeated. No casualties were reported. The public is advised not to panic.

"Ah"

The Holy Lord chuckled.

Jiejiejiejie
But a strange laugh quickly approached.

The Holy Lord glanced at the sky with some disdain.

He turned around and froze.

Images began to appear in his memory.

That was the scene after he altered the Book of Time, leading to the complete defeat of the demons.

That was also the appearance of the Demon Dragon failing because it couldn't outmaneuver Destiny after he sent the Demon Dragon through time.

There's also the scene where, after he touched time, his physical essence and demonic destiny were eroded by time.

A vast amount of memories kept emerging.

This silenced the Holy Lord.

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Countless failures made him see many mistakes.

So that's how it fails.
It turns out that traveling through time consumes one's destiny. The longer one travels through time, the greater the impact on the world, and the more destiny one consumes.

The Holy Lord was frantically summarizing.

As for giving up time?

Ah..
In the future that Xiaofeng gave him, every time the Holy Lord used time, it was because he was forced into a desperate situation and had no other choice.

Since they are about to be permanently sealed away, who cares about the backlash?
In any case, it's a permanent ban, and even time can't kill the demon's soul.
Thinking it over, the Holy Lord paused for a moment, then looked up at the spot where the howling wind had just dissipated with a complicated expression.

Unless, of course, the devil does it willingly.
They turned and went into the basement of a villa.
-

The outskirts of Germany.

Jackie Chan put down the phone and looked at his father: "It's all been explained, and they should be broadcasting the news already. But Dad, is the Wind Demon really dead?"

"Those who touch time will be devoured by time itself, and demons are no exception."

The old man looked up as he spoke: "There's one more thing. Just because the demon didn't cause any harm this time doesn't mean we can let our guard down. The demon still has a door."

"Okay daddy."

"There's one more thing. Dad's hungry right now. He needs to go back and eat something first, and then we can discuss how to appease the demon."

"Okay, Dad, I'll go make you some food right away."

A green door opened, and the old man and his group stepped inside.

As soon as I returned to the antique shop, the sounds of reassuring residents outside slowly faded into the distance.

That's a radio truck.

While America is recovering, it cannot recover as quickly as it could have.

What is Xiaoyu thinking about?

The old man's gentle voice rang out.

Xiaoyu looked up, shifting her gaze from the radio truck that was about to turn a corner outside the window.

She smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

The old man looked Xiaoyu up and down, hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "Xiaoyu, that is the history book of time. Anyone who touches the history will die, or even cause the extinction of their clan, like the Lord of Death in the sky just now, and his clan."

"Therefore, never think that you can resurrect someone and change the history books. The backlash will be much greater than you think."

Xiaoyu was taken aback, then said helplessly, "I know, Dad."

(End of this chapter)