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

Chapter 328 A loving father and a filial son
The demon dragon's shout interrupted Shendu's thoughts.

He lowered his head slightly and saw the eight little dragons flapping their wings incessantly, trying to resist the suction force of the sealing magic.

But his body was slowly approaching the huge crack that was a thousand meters long and a hundred meters wide.

Before long, he too will be eternally sealed in hell.

The Holy Lord stood up.

Jade, Daddy, Jackie Chan, Tru, and Larry all turned their gazes toward them.

No one can ignore the Flame Lord, even though he is extremely weak at this moment.

The Holy Lord glanced at them, ignoring the sealing magic that Old Man, Tru, and Larry were preparing.

He walked step by step toward the little demon dragon.

Xiaoyu frowned, wanting to cleave the Holy Lord in two with a single sword strike, but then sensed something was amiss, so she simply stood guard in front of her father and Tru.

How could the Holy Lord really be that weak?
Even if they are really that weak, it would be safer to wait until Dad and the others have prepared a special magic to seal the demon before taking action.

Jackie Chan had a similar thought; the demons had left a deep impression on them, especially Shendu and Zhou Lan.

The power they displayed was still fresh in their minds, even after many years. Therefore, no matter what state the Holy Lord and Zhou Lan were in, they would only attempt to seal them after they were fully prepared.

Moreover, everyone in the city has already been evacuated, so there's no risk of casualties and there's no need to worry.

Of course, for various reasons, the Holy Lord was not interested, and he walked step by step to the demon dragon.

He looked at the little demon dragon with a somewhat complicated expression.

Although he knew that the child in front of him might come from another timeline, the throbbing of blood ties still made him feel some pity and a trace of affection for this little demon dragon.

His Holy Lord truly cared about very few things, but having offspring was one of them.

"Father, save me, I will listen to you from now on."

The little demon dragon's eyes were full of pleading as it flapped its wings incessantly, desperately stretching one hand forward, trying to get the Holy Lord to pull it back.

“Father, save me. I don’t want to go in. Everything I’ve done is just to prove that I am your pride, Father. Even if I really control the world, you will always be my father.”

The little demon dragon flapped its wings with all its might, but its body did not fly forward even a little bit; in fact, it was being sucked backward little by little.

He was desperate, and all he could do was plead and appeal to the Lord's emotions, trying to get Him to lend a helping hand.

The Holy Lord remained silent, simply gazing at the demon dragon.

He seemed to have figured something out, and said with a complicated expression, "How do you want me to save you? They can still cast reverse magic a second time. This kind of magic won't disappear until your power advances."

"Father, I..." The demon dragon's eyes showed panic, but even more so, urgency: "Save me, Father! Just hold on until the reverse magic wears off, I can win, Father. Believe me! When I win, all the treasures in the world will be yours, you will always be His Majesty, and I will be your eternal Crown Prince! Father, save me!"

He kept shouting, his figure already at the edge of the enormous crack. His bat wings were torn from flapping so rapidly, and thin streaks of blood appeared, but the little demon dragon paid no heed.

He simply stretched out his hand, looking at the Holy Lord pleadingly.

The Holy Lord looked at the demon dragon with an extremely complicated expression.

Behind him, the light of justice shone brightly. The Holy Lord turned around, glanced at it, and sighed.

"Child, I hope you won't regret your choice."

He grasped the hand of the little devil dragon.

But the little demon dragon had no time to think about anything.

His face lit up with joy, and he grabbed the Holy Lord, saying, "I knew you loved me. You are the best father."

As he spoke, his face suddenly turned ferocious, and with a burst of power, he yanked out, "Once I rule the world, I will find a way to bring you back. For now, you go to hell in my place, Father!"

The Holy Lord's body rose into the air and instantly plummeted into hell.

The sudden turn of events stunned the old man and the others who were preparing to use a second reverse spell to imprison the Holy Lord.

What's happening here?
How did things suddenly change from "fatherly love and filial piety" to "fatherly love and filial piety"?

The Holy Lord seemed to have expected this, showing no surprise or other emotions. Only his complex scarlet eyes slowly became calm and still.

He didn't exert any force in his limbs, didn't struggle at all. He just quietly watched the shattered city recede further and further away from him.

Until, he was sent to hell by his own child!

The gates to hell slowly closed before him.

This reverse magic can only seal one demon at a time, so once the demon enters Hell, the reverse magic will be deactivated.

This is the salvation that the little demon dragon wants.

The Holy Lord looked at the crimson expanse before him, and in the surrounding void, the 'dead' rocks drifted erratically.

The rocks are much smaller now than they were ten years ago, after all, they are the very objects that Basha vents her frustrations on until she is completely exhausted.

And hell only contains them.

The Holy Lord remained silent for a very long time before finally sighing.

He raised his hand, and a faint flame appeared as he tried to pull a rock three meters in diameter from a distance to use as his seat.

But the flames only slightly increased the temperature of the rock; it didn't fly over as expected.

The Holy Lord paused for a moment, then chuckled.

The laughter was complex, sounding like self-deprecation and a sigh.

The corruption of Hell is getting heavier and heavier. After the fate of the demons disappeared, the rules of this world are almost frozen. If an ordinary person were to enter Hell now, the rules would crush them into nothingness.

This has led to the fact that now, without the twelve talismans, with the fire rule weakened to 0.1%, with almost no magic power in his body, and even with a somewhat incomplete soul, the Holy Lord can hardly shake that rock.

He was the Fire Lord who dragged two gods down with him.
They flew over at a leisurely pace and sat down on the rock.

He gazed upon hell, its base color a scarlet, a void that stretched across all vision and perception.

It seems that not long ago, hell was not so desolate. Back then, the snores of Bo Gang, the roars of Basha, and the thunder of Zhong Su could still be heard occasionally.

When he was outside, every time he looked towards hell, curses followed closely behind. At that time, the most vicious curses came from China and the Soviet Union. After China and the Soviet Union fell into slumber, the most vicious curses came from Basha.

现在
In this vast hell, only he remains.
The Holy Lord remained silent for a very long time. A faint energy entered this void of hell through his soul, eventually disappearing beyond his perception and hiding away.

The Holy Lord's crimson eyes dimmed even further.

In the end, he became a coordinate.
As soon as he had this idea, he realized that if the energy just now was 100, then it seemed that 1 unit of energy remained in his body.

"Give alms?"

The Holy Lord murmured, but he did not get angry or make any other moves; he simply quietly served as his transit point.

He sat there on the throne he had chosen, quietly thinking and daydreaming.

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"Do not!!!!"

A second reverse spell appeared.

Extremely weak, yet brimming with hope and protective power, the Eight Demon Dragons appeared in Hell.

His eyes were full of resentment and indignation, but his gaze shrank slightly when he saw the Holy Lord.

He approached cautiously, like a child who had done something wrong: "Father, I was wrong."

The Holy Lord looked at the demon dragon, a hint of weariness appearing in his scarlet eyes, and reached out his hand.

The little demon dragon was stunned, a struggle in his eyes. Even though he was injured and sealed in hell, the Holy Lord still couldn't defeat him.

He was wrong; he betrayed his father. But now he is the strong one and should not be humiliated.
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a warmth on the top of his head.

The little demon dragon was startled and looked up at his father's head. He suddenly felt as if he had lost something, but it seemed like an illusion.

The Holy Lord's voice came: "It's alright, child, this is destiny."

The little devil's eyes relaxed slightly, casting aside some of his complex emotions.

Regardless, the father and son seemed to have maintained a basic level of decorum.

(End of this chapter)