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

Chapter 345 Hell Now

Time passes.

In this world, everyone, from commoners to demon wizards, is constantly progressing.

The number of extraordinary individuals on the entire planet Earth has also surpassed seven figures today.

More than three billion people, including millions of extraordinary individuals.

This number is already quite astonishing.

Of course, most of them had just entered the extraordinary state, but even so, the righteous energy in this world seemed to be gradually recovering.

The balance between the two sides even reached 5.5/4.5.

This is a healthy balance that has never been achieved before.

Dark energy leads the era, while righteous energy continues to develop.

When the righteous energy surpasses the dark energy, the blessing that the dark energy provides for comprehension will transform into a blessing for cultivation, with both sides complementing and assisting each other in a continuous spiral ascent.

In a world where even balance is difficult to maintain.

This place is filled with crimson and nothingness.

A being with a long beard on his chin, bat wings on his back, and a height of nine meters, surrounded by elemental fluctuations, sat cross-legged, and a mysterious aura emanated from him.

Not far away, a demon with a dragon's head and a human body, and golden skin, occasionally glanced at his offspring, then kept recalling the knowledge in his mind.

Constant reflection can, to some extent, counteract the erosion of wisdom caused by hell.

Of course, this kind of offset can only be described as slowing down the rate of hellish erosion, not avoiding it.

But the current Holy Lord continues to reflect and review, quietly awaiting the arrival of the final battle.

"Father."

After a long while, the aura around the little demon dragon gradually calmed down. He was somewhat grateful, but more puzzled as he looked at his father: "There is no magic here at all. Even if the demonic energy is reduced from eight to four, what's the use? I will continue to weaken."

The Holy Lord calmly looked at the demon dragon: "Your power is all superficial right now. It was forced to that extent by Ximu. Hell will erode your magic power. Do you think you can hold onto these superficial things?"

The little demon dragon paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't keep him, but what about Father?"

"Wouldn't it be better to change it to the upper limit?" The Holy Lord's crimson eyes were fixed on the little demon dragon.

"Good, very good." The demon dragon's eyes held even more complex emotions. He looked at the Holy Lord, his voice becoming cautious: "I betrayed you, yet you still used your power to slow my decline. This..."

What he really wanted to ask was, what exactly is your purpose?

But I dare not.

After all, the Holy Lord not only did not blame him for what he did, but also gave him some power every day, and guided him with the vision and wisdom of a demon to channel and advance his demonic power.

This doesn't seem like the Holy Lord's style at all.

Even if such a drastic change in his public image was beneficial to him, the more he cultivated, the more apprehensive he felt, and he even wanted to destroy the Holy Lord in front of him to put his mind at ease.

After all, if someone betrayed him, he would definitely fight to the death.

The Holy Lord looked calmly at the demon dragon, his eyes devoid of much emotion, and asked softly, "Did I have a choice in that situation?"

The little demon dragon paused for a moment, recalling the scene. It seemed that even if the Holy Lord hadn't saved him, once he entered Hell, the weakened Holy Lord wouldn't have been able to fight against the Saints, the Guardians, and the two Archmages.

He hesitated for a moment, as if to say that this was not a reason to forgive his betrayal.

But he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Or do you mean you don't need guidance?"

The Holy Lord's voice grew increasingly calm. Without mentioning the treasure and free from any unnecessary emotional interference, the Holy Lord was frighteningly calm at this moment.

The little demon dragon's eyes darted around more and more; of course he wanted it. "I just don't understand."

The little demon dragon wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the Holy Lord: "This is the last time, child. Some things only have one chance. Remember your place."

The little demon dragon closed its eyes in silence, seemingly deep in thought.

He certainly understood. His current state of eight demons combined was equivalent to having a level one authority, but with a floating upper limit of level three or even close to level four authority.

After advancing from eight to four, from four to two, and from two to one, the upper limit of the fourth level of authority was maintained.

When he gets out, he'll be able to quickly recover his maximum strength, and even be stronger than he is now.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have cultivated despite his anxiety.

However, this recent unease has once again suppressed his desire to cultivate, which is why he asked this question.

The Holy Lord looked at him calmly, stood up, and stepped away through the void.

"Father."

He hadn't gone far when the voices calling from behind rang out. The Holy Lord paused, hovering in the void, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

But then the sense of impending old age emanating from him became even more pronounced. Although his eyes remained calm, he looked very tired.

"I'm sorry, Father. It was my betrayal that made me uneasy." The little demon dragon knelt down, his forehead touching the ground deeply. "Please teach me, Father. I promise it won't happen again."

The Holy Lord looked down at the little demon dragon kneeling on the big rock. Some of the sense of old age on him disappeared, and he walked forward with a sense of relief.

He reached out and patted the little demon dragon on the shoulder: "It's alright, child. No matter what, my blood flows in your veins."

He spoke softly, "What relationship is closer than blood ties?"

The little demon dragon suppressed the growing unease deep within his eyes and said with excitement and gratitude, "Yes, Father!"

Below the father and son, at an unknown distance.

The rocks here started to thin out, and deafening snoring became the only sound on this level.

A minotaur who was lying down sleeping seemed unable to bear the scene between father and son. He turned over, mumbled, "Isha, I'm hungry," and then turned away, continuing to snore.

Extremely far away in the direction the minotaur was facing, a blue and white serpent-man slept in a disappearing mass of water.

The water seemed endless, disappearing only to surge out again from the snake-woman, simulating the snake-woman's most comfortable environment, making her seem to be smiling even in her sleep, as if she were dreaming of something that made her happy.

In the extremely distant area below the snake-man,

This place is already at the bottom of hell, or rather, it's almost out of the rocky area. On a rock that is still sinking, a creature with a hippopotamus head, a human body, and clearly defined muscles is sleeping very, very deep.

Continuing downwards, there is nothingness without even rocks; scarlet becomes the only color here.

It was as if this place had been abandoned even by hell.

Without elemental magic, one cannot distinguish up from down or in all directions.

In this void that even demons are unwilling to come to, a ripple suddenly appeared.

A pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened.

Then, illusory spirits gradually appeared.

A tall figure appeared as if he had just woken up from a dream, his scarlet eyes somewhat hazy.

He looked around and subconsciously put his four hands into his sleeves.

Look up from the very bottom of this hell.

"The heavens. Transcendence is meaningful."

(End of this chapter)