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

Chapter 264 Holy Lord: My Treasure Trove!!!
five minutes ago.

In a vast underground base in a peripheral city of Eagle Country.

The silence continued, and the woman's scream faded into the distance, seemingly no longer directed at the Holy Lord.

Bazaar doesn't care about anything anymore.

Bo Gang was able to leave Hell because Xi Mu used a sliver of mountain authority that he had intercepted to deceive the mountains, making them act as a medium to release Bo Gang's soul from Hell.

Shendu also has a lot of mediums; the twelve talismans, the dragon body, and the demon dragon are all considered his mediums.

And what does she, Bazaar, have?
The Nightmare was absorbed, Atlantis sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sea creatures were almost wiped out. Even the mermaids who have now been resurrected are not her kin.

She has nothing left, there are simply not enough means, and now it's impossible for her to get out. She can only wait for decay and silence in hell.

That's why she's now venting and expending her energy so recklessly.

Because, for her, remaining silent might make her feel better.

Otherwise, the joint fraud by Ximu, Shengzhu, and Bogang constantly filled her with murderous intent, and the image of the Gates of Hell being occupied right before her eyes drove her mad.

However, no matter how crazy Bazaar is, she can't disturb the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord's mind was filled with glittering, colorful treasures and magical materials that exuded an aura that captivated dragons.

These magical materials are already difficult to preserve, and with over 30 million top-tier treasures, he seemed to be able to name every single one of them, and each one brought back a joyful memory of how he acquired it.

It can be said that when Lope was dismantling his memories to form the Encyclopedia of Spells, magical knowledge could be dismantled, but these memories of treasures were something Lope could not dismantle.

These extraordinary treasures and ores kept flashing through his mind, and his heart ached more and more with each appearance of these treasures.

Damn it, damn it, that damned Ximu strengthened his formation, strengthened it a lot, giving him at least 40% of his power, to the point where he could even directly extract the Sun God's essence.

This power is indeed enough for him to dominate the world.

However, of the thirty-six treasure vaults, six contain beautiful but low-magical artifacts, such as the Golden Rooster King, which is also known as the Qin Shi Huang Treasure Vault.

Of the remaining thirty treasure vaults, eighteen must be used on this resurrection array.

This caused the Holy Lord's heart to clench repeatedly; making this decision was truly difficult for him.

Not to mention, with the current concentration of magic power, those powerful treasures containing extremely high levels of magic are practically extinct. To obtain the same ones again, one would have to wait at least 50,000 to 100,000 years for natural gestation after the magic power has fully recovered.
"Father."

"Shut up!"

The Holy Lord interrupted the demon dragon's words, looked at the transparent dragon egg, and finally closed his eyes.

After hesitating for a long, long time, the Holy Lord finally breathed a sigh of relief as Basha rapidly approached and the increasingly viscous moisture around him gradually detected him.

"My child, do you really want the power of the sun?"

The little demon dragon was slightly taken aback, then its eyes lit up: "Of course, my father, I really want it."

The Holy Lord gave the demon dragon a complicated look and nodded.

In this underground cave, the incomparably luxurious aura suddenly intensified and rapidly converged on the dragon egg.

The Holy Lord's eyes turned bloodshot: "Then let's begin."

The little devil dragon nodded: "Okay!"

He turned his head, the excitement in his eyes slightly diminished, glanced back, raised his hand, and the Holy Lord's authority suddenly increased, pressing sharply towards the magic circle.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of bat wings suddenly appeared, instantly enveloping the dragon egg.

Behind him, the Holy Lord's eyes widened suddenly, his gaze bloodshot, and he roared, "Ximu!!! My treasure!"

boom!
Within the altar, treasures began to burn, the demon's body began to reconstruct, and the power of the array's limit—the limit that the Holy Lord could currently reach—suddenly began to converge.

Thirty-six dragon teeth were lit up one by one, and the sealed aura shattered inch by inch—the power that had been stripped away from the Holy Lord.

Immediately following was the shattering of the twenty treasure vaults within his treasury, using the fleeting access he had just gained.

The dragon's treasure can only be opened by the dragon's own will. Anyone else who tries to touch it will only turn the treasure into sand, returning it to the exclusive space between the dragon's soul and reality.

Bear~
A golden flame began to gather, and an isolation array began to appear and rapidly expand throughout the basement.

Anticipation flickered in the demon dragon's eyes as it was propelled against the barrier by a powerful aura. Sensing that its father, now seemingly on par with the crowned Zhou Lan in strength, transformed its anticipation into fervent adoration.

He only admired power, and his father was now the sole representative of power; no one was stronger than his father.

At this moment, a vast amount of black energy gathered, and a tremendous amount of destiny appeared on the Holy Lord.

What mirror god, what authority holder, what dark future?

Everything paled in comparison at this moment.

Click~
The surrounding restrictive formation shattered amidst the powerful aura.

Across the entire blue planet, fire elements converged wildly, and the fiery clouds that enveloped the world seemed to be ignited, instantly transforming the entire blue planet into a fiery planet. At that moment, the brightness of every place in the world became uniform.

An incredibly powerful, even suffocating, aura broke through the limitations of magic, engulfing the entire planet.

Ordinary people looked up at the sky with a blank expression. They felt that the strange sky was magnificent and that something bad might have happened, but they could not sense any threat.

This is because the difference in power levels is too great. Their so-called danger sense in their genes has become useless, just like when the body determines that it cannot survive, it will frantically produce adrenaline.

Ordinary people might even feel comfortable and happy under such an atmosphere.

Many people smiled, finding a moment of peace in this damned, apocalyptic world.

But it's different for superhumans. Low-level superhumans are similar to ordinary people, but according to human classification, once a superhuman controls a catastrophe-level power, that is, a gold-level superhuman, their senses will start to experience frantic warnings and stinging sensations.

They looked at the strange phenomena around them with worry and fear, and a heavy name appeared in everyone's mind: Lord of Fire! Holy Lord!

Ang~
A loud dragon roar rang out.

The hum of the blades swept across thousands of miles.

at this moment.

The fiery clouds illuminating Hong Kong, which had not yet returned to normal operation, split open.

The world itself cracked along with it!

A scarlet crack suddenly appeared, spanning the entire city.

Behind the crack, pairs of scarlet eyes stared maliciously at everything in the main world.

Without any hesitation, tens of thousands of enormous green dragons, ranging from 5 to 30 meters in length and with wingspans of 13 to 70 meters, eagerly burst forth from the crack.

They filled the entire sky above Hong Kong, plunging the world back into darkness.

After all the dragons except the baby dragons have appeared.

The largest dragon roared to the sky.

"Ang~"

The fire element was ignited at that moment.

Amidst the endless flames of the sky, more than ten thousand giant dragons formed a unique and orderly formation.

Solemn and grand, it flew westward as if on a pilgrimage.

Fire elements began to gather at their center.

In the center of the colossal dragon that blots out the sky, a magnificent throne gradually materializes, exuding an incomparably luxurious aura that instills a suffocating sense of oppression.

Below them, in the direction they were heading, all people and mages bowed their heads in fear.

I dare not look up at the dragon.

They dared not look up at the throne.

It was as if it were blasphemy.

　One more, to be sent before midnight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)