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

Chapter 275 You Can't Escape It
Dad's Antique Shop.

The old man's figure seemed to be getting more and more stooped.

He looked at the setting sun in the sky, with two elderly men lying behind him whose lives were nearing their end, and his thoughts were filled with a myriad of emotions.

But in the end, all I could get in return was, "Thank you so much, Jimmy. If it weren't for the books you gave me, perhaps..."

"I'm Xiaoyu's friend, this is what I should do," Jimmy quickly replied, a slight fluctuation of black energy emanating from his body as he helped the girl heal her body.

Although his magic power wasn't strong, his control over it was already quite good, and he could become a true mage at any time.

The old man didn't say anything more. He quickly composed himself and turned to look at his two descendants, whose lifespans were almost over.

They are now much older than their father.

The old man walked towards the storage room, and when he came out again, he had more materials in his hand.

Approaching Jackie Chan, the old man began to carve something onto Jackie Chan's body using materials.

Both of them reached the end of their lifespan because the artifact absorbed their lifespan.

There was nothing the old man could do about it.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural laws of the world. Apart from immortal spirits and demons in mythology, nothing is immortal.

However, Jackie Chan still has injuries such as ruptured internal organs, but these physical injuries are not difficult for a mage to treat.

As the blood stopped flowing from Jackie Chan's mouth.

The old man let out a long sigh.

Dog Talisman, Rejuvenation Pill, Necromancer Transformation Technique, Fruit of Life, Water of Life.
With only one month left, Jackie Chan and Trudeau faced the possibility that his apprentice and nephew would die if he failed to find one of the aforementioned individuals.

And it was an old man who died.
The old man swayed. There are many ways to achieve immortality and longevity, but apart from the Necromancer's Transformation Technique, they are all things that he cannot obtain at present.

Jimmy.

“Dad, I’m here.” Jimmy looked up, his eyes reddening at some point. He wiped the moisture from his eyes with his shoulder and looked at his father with renewed vigor.

"Keep an eye on my dad's antique shop for me. There's a formation on the ground. If the demon comes looking for you, activate the formation. It will take you to Mount Tai. There's a hidden formation set up by my dad on Mount Tai. That should buy you some more time."

The old man carefully explained how to activate the formation, going into great detail, and even had Jimmy repeat it to him, taking it very seriously.

Jimmy obediently did as he was told, and after his father finished explaining, he asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

"Father saved them, and the world's magic concentration is recovering. Perhaps some materials have already revived. Father needs to go and see where these materials are suitable for growth."

The old man's face grew even more sorrowful. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Dad, let's not open the antique shop for now."

As he spoke, the old man walked to the antique shop window and flipped the sign from "Open for Business" to "Closed" on the back.

Ring ring ring.
After the wind chimes rang, the old man looked up at the sky. Dusk had fallen and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

For the world, no matter what happens, a day will still pass, and the sun will still rise on a new day.

The old man looked back again, momentarily dazed. In his memory, the noisy Jade, the clumsy apprentice, and the always busy Jackie Chan... had all collapsed.
He was the only old man left.
The old man walked forward.

The dragon's nominal rule didn't seem to have much impact on San Francisco. Apart from the occasional dragon flying by and taking away top-quality artifacts that were demanded from various places, people still spent the day in worry or fear.

The old man walked silently through the bustling city, where people were all hurrying about doing their own things.

He stood hunched over at a crossroads for a long time.

The blaring horns around him became the only sound in his world.

Dad felt so tired. It seemed like he hadn't had a proper rest since the Twelve Talismans began. Every day, he was either learning new magic, researching demons, or fighting.

He thought, maybe we should just ignore the demon for now?

With great power comes great responsibility.

This is what Jackie Chan's father taught him. He wanted to tell him that the kung fu his father taught him was not for bullying others, but for protecting what he wanted to protect.

And now.
He was so tired; all he wanted to do was stay with his family.

hum~ hum~ hum~
The old man took out a keypad phone from his pocket. It had Tang Chen's number on it. In the face of a global crisis, this former charlatan had finally become a representative of the supernatural world and the empire, a kind of old friend who was detached from worldly affairs.

connected.

Hearing the cautious inquiry on the other end, the old man said, "I can't beat the dragon anymore. Now the dragon wants to rule. Just be obedient and everything will be fine." After saying that, the old man hung up the phone. He felt even more tired. Finally, he took a step, and magic flashed around him. The old man disappeared from the spot.

As soon as the surrounding loudspeakers fell silent, people quickly left, filled with both respect and fear.

Some people with good memories suddenly remembered that the fearless old man was the hero who fought against the evil dragon with Jackie Chan.

But why does the hero seem a little bad?
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However, it seems that the thoughts of mortals cannot affect the workings of the world.

In Hong Kong, in the now restored Demon Kingdom, a vehicle pulled into the sky by two giant dragons with wingspans of seventy meters.

The Holy Lord sat in the chariot, propping his head up with one hand, looking out at the outside world in a fairly good mood.

The rulers of every era leave behind a wealth of treasures.

While the treasures of ancient Rome cannot compare to those of the Qin Emperor, they still served to replenish his treasury.

Although most of them are ordinary items, no dragon would refuse something shiny, no one!

The dragon swept across city after city, and the Holy Lord looked at the dragon flag emanating thick black energy in the center of each city, and his mood improved even more.

With power, ruling the world is still so simple. Now, these cities need to offer treasures and extraordinary items every month. Anything valuable or that he likes will be put into the dragon's treasury.

He believed that his treasure trove would one day be filled again.

A giant dragon swept across a land filled with ruins, where the dragon flag still fluttered in the wind.

There was a hint of silence in the Holy Lord's eyes. This was what it meant to refuse the dragon's rule: ants had no right to say no to the strong.

The dragon's chariot traveled south and finally came to rest above a city that had already submitted.

The Holy Lord's magnificent chariot hovered in the air, the dragon's eyes looking down silently at the center of a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Flames gathered around him. The Holy Lord reached out, rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and casually tossed out a spark.

A red crystal fell and slowly disappeared into the cemetery.

Immediately afterwards, intense flames shot into the sky, turning the entire cemetery below into a sea of ​​fire, with lava raging everywhere.

A wisp of divine power was quickly extinguished in the flames.

After the divine mandate that resembled the aura emanating from Jackie Chan vanished in the eyes of the Holy Lord.

The dragon's chariot continued forward, flying away swiftly, leaving behind only people who were suddenly gripped by panic.

Under the silent gaze of the Holy Lord, the divine interventions were swiftly eliminated.

He never imagined that these gods could leave behind so many things.

After the Holy Lord's flames destroyed the third divine crystal in the last mountain range before them.

The Holy Lord's eyes were empty.

Now all the tricks the gods had revealed have disappeared.

The dragon's chariot gradually turned transparent and floated in a relatively peaceful city.

A destiny was taking shape; it was a beautiful blonde woman.

However, her destiny seemed to be stuck at this moment, as if the original opportunity had disappeared and it was about to dissipate.

But that's exactly what the dragon wanted.

Two more days.

The Holy Lord silently gazed at the [False Mandate of Heaven], quietly waiting.

The Holy Lord's immense divine mandate began to interfere with the [pseudo-divine mandate] released by the gods.

Fate is domineering; it is a magnificent double-edged sword.

When the truly impossible becomes possible, the divine mandate created by the gods, and the fact that demons will inevitably be abandoned, will turn this impossibility into a possibility.

The Holy Lord quietly awaited this so-called destiny, which would lead him to the gods.

You can't escape it.

(End of this chapter)