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

Chapter 361 Filial Piety and Fatherly Love 2.0 (Bonus Chapter)
In the direction Ximu was looking, there was a hell that almost completely sealed everything off.

A low incantation spread through the darkness.

The array around the demon dragon kept appearing, and his power was getting weaker and weaker.

After all, Hell is a place devoid of magic.

Whether it was advancing to the fourth level of authority or releasing an array, the energy he consumed was only 1% of the hellish energy that Ximu contributed to the Holy Lord every day, and there was no replenishment of it.

It's already quite good that we can still release one formation.

Of course, Shendu was in an even worse situation. After he poured all the supplies Ximu gave him into the demon dragon, he was left with only the ability to move around in Hell.

More often than not, they are powerless, and their expressive abilities are similar to those of ordinary people outside.

A chaotic aura kept emerging, and a power that seemed to be interfering with the process appeared in the darkness, but the little demon dragon was single-minded and its fear, weakened by hell, could not interfere.

There is no concept of the earth here, so naturally, we cannot feel the rampage of the Earth Demon just now, nor the terrifying power it unleashed.

But as the arc of light from the formation became more and more complete, the little demon dragon grew increasingly excited.

He is now a true fourth-level authority, having mastered the eight great demonic energies, and then merged the eight trigrams into the four symbols, the four symbols into yin and yang, and finally achieved his current level of power through the unity of yin and yang.

Once outside, his incredibly special level four authority can absorb magic of any attribute to quickly restore himself.

At that time, he will have true fourth-level authority.

This was all thanks to the guidance of the Holy Lord, who also helped him truly understand what it meant to be a top-tier powerhouse in the world.

He felt some regret for his previous betrayal. If he had another chance, he would definitely be more loyal than anyone else and would never say that the future belongs to the young again.

He has even developed some reverence for the Holy Lord.

After all, his father seemed to know everything, so much so that even demons respected him.

In the future, once he also advances to the Demon level, the father and son will surely become the kings of the strongest kingdom.

He will still be the Crown Prince of the Divine Capital at that time, but he will be the strongest and most stable Crown Prince in history.

Because he himself can support this country!
As he pondered this, he sensed the prison of hell gradually weakening, and he felt the changes outside; the gates of hell were slowly opening.

He seemed to already feel the abundant magic of the outside world; all he needed to do was go outside, and everything he imagined would come to life.

The little demon dragon, who was still casting the spell, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly.

The moment the Hell Passage stabilized, he opened his eyes and said, "Father, the passage is open, we can get out now."

"I saw."

The Holy Lord responded by standing up and approaching the passage in front of him step by step.

The little devil dragon, a smile playing on his lips, was about to stand up when he realized he couldn't move.

His smile froze as he looked at the Holy Lord: "Father, what's going on?"

The Holy Lord approached expressionlessly, without saying a word.

The little demon dragon felt a sudden panic. The unease that had been suppressed by their years of close companionship and careful guidance seemed to resurface.

He forced a smile and asked as respectfully as possible, "What's wrong, Father? Did I make a mistake in the formation? I'm still so dull-witted, Father, please help me."

The Holy Lord looked at the demon dragon with an unprecedented coldness, as if he were looking at a stranger.

This look made the demon dragon even more flustered; the Holy Lord had never looked at him like that before.

That look was only how the Holy Lord looked at outsiders. To him, no matter how angry he was, there would always be a hint of warmth in the depths of his eyes, never the cold indifference he showed now.

His forced smile crumbled, and he visibly became even more panicked.

"Father, stop joking, Father. I am the Demon Dragon, your dearest child, Father." The Holy Lord stopped only one meter away from the Demon Dragon.

Hope flickered in the eyes of the little demon dragon: "Father, I'm sorry, Father. I was ungrateful back then. I was still young, yes, I was still young. You always said I was still young, Father. But I've grown up now, Father. I've grown up thanks to your guidance over the past ten years. Father, that kind of betrayal will never happen again, Father, Father."

His fear deepened, and the figures of the Holy Lords appeared one by one in the surrounding darkness. These were reflections of his fear, the things that the little demon dragon feared most.

It was obvious that he was truly afraid; the more he learned about the Holy Lord, the stronger the demon dragon's fear became.

He kept babbling on, trying to awaken the fatherly love that had vanished from the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord raised his hand and stroked the face of the little demon dragon, carefully examining his features as if trying to memorize them.

"Father, I have truly grown up now. From now on, you will always be the Emperor. When you recover and I achieve the Demon level, the Fire Kingdom that we, father and son, will establish will be the most powerful kingdom in the world, without exception. At that time, I will be your eternal Crown Prince."

He spoke faster and faster, envisioning the future with eyes full of sincerity and anticipation.

A rare hint of longing appeared in the Holy Lord's eyes as he murmured, "What a pity..."

Instantly, the little demon dragon felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His panic was undisguised, and he immediately cried out, "What a pity, Father! No pity at all! We have a bright future now, Father! Father! Ahhhhhh!"

His words abruptly stopped, and his body began to twist and deform.

The Holy Lord released his hand from stroking the demon dragon's face and quietly looked at the demon dragon's face, which was contorted with pain, and its body, which was also twisted by the array.

There was no longer any nostalgia in his voice:
"It's a pity. If you had realized these things sooner, then perhaps the future would have been as you imagined."

"But betrayal, once it happens, will happen countless times."

"I need you now, child. And..."

The Holy Lord's tone turned utterly cold: "You are just from a parallel world; you are ultimately not my real child."

The demon dragon's eyes suddenly turned incredibly venomous, and amidst its hysterical screams, it gradually condensed into a chaotic-colored sphere.

The Holy Lord reached out and grasped the sphere.

Stepping towards the door opened by the little demon dragon.

Having betrayed him, yet still daring to accept his teachings, it's destined that this little devil's so-called maturity is still nothing more than childish play.

If it were the Sun Demon, then the moment he entered Hell, Shendu's physical body would probably have already been destroyed, and his soul would have been imprisoned by the Sun Demon, leaving him with absolutely no chance.

Or.

The Sun Demon will not betray, at least not until it has the ability to become a demon-level being or can guarantee its own world domination.

This child is from a parallel world; he's not like him at all. He's the Deceitful God!
Walk out of hell.

The Holy Lord lightly tapped the Chaos Pearl in his hand, which was crafted from the Eight Demons of the Demon Dragon.

With a gentle touch, chaos acquires the characteristics of a world, and the characteristic of a world is that it is not any rule but can simulate any rule.

Bear~
The sphere, which was almost gray but not quite gray, suddenly burst into flames.

This directly transformed into a level four Flame Authority.

The Holy Lord took a gentle breath, and it was so strong!
In the endless darkness, the Holy Lord's body was enveloped in firelight, and his aura was rapidly recovering. However, due to the fierce battle with the gods, he had not recovered much, but at least he was no longer weak.

He glanced up.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

fear
Turning around, the Holy Lord vanished in flames.

He planned to slumber in his own treasure trove, where many hidden spells he had created during his prime resided, awaiting the moment he awoke.

His divine kingdom of fire will be rebuilt!
(End of this chapter)