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

Chapter 98 The Moon Revives, Can the Human Race's Might Be Stopped?

The top of Mount Tai.

The winged race, which had almost fallen silent, opened their eyes.

He looked up stiffly at the magnificent landscape illuminated by the full moon.

Magical fluctuations gradually appeared around him.

It was also the instant he opened his eyes.

A mirror, like ripples on water, appeared in front of him.

The mirror was a crimson mess, and a giant bat roared without hesitation, "I will not allow it! In the name of the King, I command you, you must live!"

The winged creature was taken aback, tilting its head: "What do you know?"

"Don't think I don't know you've contacted Zhou Lan, right? How could you contact him? Don't you know that of all the demons, he's the most dangerous?"
Whatever you're doing, you must stop. You absolutely must stop. This is the monarch's order!

Ximu was very excited, staring intently at his only family member.

A month ago, the Holy Lord found the Lotus Temple. He originally thought that the Lotus Temple would not appear until at least the Lunar New Year.

The information he received from Vidis told him that the balance of Yin and Yang had been almost exhausted within a year, and the magic would likely subside in the remaining months.

He had also confirmed this with the Holy Lord, that demons would inevitably have their status stripped.

None of this was beyond Ximu's expectations, and Ximu was just waiting for his door to open.

After that, actively weaken your own status, the more weakened the better, the safer you will be.

Once the new balance is established, Ximu, with his immortality, will eventually stand at the top of the world.

But Zhou Lan said 'you're wrong'.

In today's world, magic can no longer be suppressed.

Ximu was shocked the moment those words were spoken.

The balance could not withstand the demon's status and collapsed. Finally, when the demon was sealed into hell, the status was weakened, allowing the demon to adapt to a new balance.

This is normal in Ximu's eyes.

Or rather, this is what is normal for the world.

But now, magic can no longer be suppressed, which means that the balance has lost its safety mechanism and has completely collapsed into the unknown.

Of course, what Ximu was worried about was never this kind of unknown.

With Ximu's current very weak power, the original plan is still feasible. In any case, as long as he gives up his position as the protagonist of the dark aura, he will have more opportunities.

The world always targets the strong, and it also supports the strong.

Ximu was worried about how Zhoulan knew about this.
Zhou Lan has no followers in the world, and although the connection between the gods and hell is quite frequent, they don't discuss anything so profound.

Then the only one left who could still connect with Hell was Vidis, and thinking about his weakness, Ximu began to feel anxious.

He truly didn't want his last remaining member to be killed by the cursed blue demon.

Vidis sighed softly, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Ximu, as his king had always been.

They were truly good to their families, but because of this, there were some things that had to be done.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, supporting himself on the temple.

The moonlight shone on him, making his face appear even paler.

"monarch."

He hesitated.

"Say!"

Ximu stared intently at his last remaining member of the family.

Vidis stroked the top of the temple, his gaze somewhat unfocused: "My lord, I have fulfilled all your requests. The black aura surge you desired, and the perfect finale, are all ready. The moment I sense your gate, they will activate."

"That's not what I want to hear!" Ximu's voice was somewhat shrill.

But looking at Vidis's expression, the domineering look on his face slowly disappeared.

He squatted on a dead boulder, looking somewhat dejected: "You're all I have left. If you're gone too, I'll be truly all alone."

He looked at Vidis, the once high and mighty sky king, who now seemed somewhat pitiful: "If that black tide requires you to pay with your life, I would rather wait a little longer. Can you really bear to leave me all alone in the entire heavenly palace?"

Vidis avoided Ximu's gaze even more: "Of course I can't bear it, but..."

"But what?" Ximu sighed. "Things have come to this point, you have no choice but to tell me, and see if I can still salvage the situation."

Vidis lowered his head and murmured, "I'm not reconciled."

"Hmm?" Ximu asked eagerly, "What are you unwilling to accept?"

Vidis stroked the altar, gazing at the full moon in the sky, and murmured, "I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled to the ending you spoke of."

"So what? It's inevitable. I think you know better than I do. I don't know how the world has changed, but it can no longer tolerate demons. We can only survive by weakening our own status."

“But I am immortal. I just need to wait for the balance to slowly return to normal, and then I can rise again in the new balance. What is there to be resentful about for a loser?”

Ximu kept talking, as if he had guessed something.
"All you need to do is help me prepare a few demon resurrections, then hide. Once I've completed my plan, I'll hide with you."

We will not devour China and the Soviet Union. We will quietly wait for this cycle to end, find a way to revive our partners, and let the Heavenly Palace stand tall in the sky again, leading all flying races.”

Vidis listened quietly without interrupting.

But it was his attitude that calmed Ximu down. Ximu squatted on the 'dead' boulder, staring blankly at the outside world.

"How wonderful."

Vidis murmured, as if he could see everything that Ximu had described.

The two fell silent.

Vidis stroked the top of the temple, the temple of the Great Master Fang. In front of the temple were three burnt-out incense sticks, looking all alone.

A trace of demonic energy gradually appeared on his body, and the temple trembled slightly.

Vidis's eyes turned fierce and resentful: "But my lord, I am not reconciled!"

“You wanted a grand finale, and as your kin, I should help you, and I did. But that day, His Majesty Cursed Blue contacted me.”

He talked to me a lot.

He looked at Ximu, whose gaze had suddenly sharpened, and smiled: "Don't worry, I haven't been bewitched. When it comes to bewitching, no one is stronger than me, is he?"

He offered a reassuring remark, then his voice became firm and resolute: "I simply believe that demons shouldn't have their day. Why should demons have their day?"

He applied a little force, and a crack appeared on the top of the temple.

He growled, "The Age of Demons, where magic is abundant, myriad races coexist, immortality is everywhere, and the whole world is thriving."

"And now? One race dominates, gods and demons retreat from the world, seemingly peaceful and glorious, but at its core, the world is decaying."

"The demon did not wrong the world; the demon simply lost. But isn't this just the cycle of yin and yang? Why should the demon bear all the bitter consequences in the end?"

"My beloved monarch is born, yet he still has to relinquish his own rank! Why?"

"This is not fair!"

"Therefore, Your Majesty Zhoulan desires a coronation, and I have agreed without hesitation!" His body slowly rose into the air, flying towards the distant horizon: "My lord, I know you are right. Anyone who knows your plans will praise you, saying you are very clear-headed, capable of what ordinary people cannot do, but..."

“I want to try again, and Your Majesty Zhoulan also wants to try again. I want to know, in this broken era, if Your Majesty Zhoulan can recover to 30% and your wisdom to 50%, is there anyone in this era who can stop Your Majesty?”

"I want to see if pure power can make this era submit to the demons once again. Is the so-called great trend of humanity truly unstoppable?"

Ximu stared blankly at Vidis, who was flying faster and faster, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he didn't know what to say.

He murmured, "You will die."

“I know, I’ve known it for tens of thousands of years,” Vidis said earnestly.

"If Your Majesty Zhoulan succeeds, the Demon Age will begin again. If you fail, I can still guarantee that the black energy surge you desire will appear."

He accelerated suddenly, leaving only a whispered sentence in the void: "My lord, please allow me this final act of willfulness."

"I've actually been dead for a long time, haven't I?"
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Outside Lotus Temple.

"So unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky!"

"Dad, why don't you call Xiaoyu? I don't have time to answer the phone."

Jackie Chan spun the bamboo in his hand wildly, blocking the dart while turning around and kicking the devilish little dragon away.

[Oh dear, according to ancient records, this Lotus Temple originated from beyond the heavens. Lope once sealed it away, and it is said that only those blessed with destiny can release the demons within.]

Jackie Chan smashed several ninja soldiers with a single blow.

With a pole vault side kick, he sent the little devil flying again: "What is destiny? Also, Dad, call Xiaoyu and tell her I'm really in danger right now,"

[Dad can't get in touch with Xiaoyu.]

"Oh dear, what about Xiaoyu?"

[How did Dad know? There's another thing: there's only one demon from beyond the heavens, the Moon Demon, Cursed Blue. He's the most powerful demon in the world.]

Jackie Chan ran away frantically, throwing a stick, but it was instantly burned by flames.

The demonic little dragon lunged forward menacingly.

Jackie Chan suddenly accelerated, bending a thick bamboo pole, and then let go.

Touch~
The little demon dragon was sent flying backwards.

"What should we do, Dad?"

[Father needs your help to buy him some time. Protect Lotus Temple and absolutely do not let the demons enter.]

"The demon has already gone in."

【Oh dear~ We need to stop the demon quickly, before it releases its lunar power!】

boom!
The voice just fell.

Behind Jackie Chan, a beam of light shot into the sky, connecting directly to the moonlight.

"Uh, Dad, it seems too late."

【Oh dear~ Dad saw this, how useless are you?】

"Now what?"

[Then hurry and find the Panku Box, and whatever you do, make sure the moon's magic doesn't come into contact with it.]

The demon dragon stopped its pursuit, its gaze fixed on Jackie Chan running back, filled with intense killing intent, if only its power could be restored.
With the demon dragon no longer chasing him, Jackie Chan felt a bit more relaxed and ran quickly towards the Lotus Temple. He remembered that someone was holding the Panku Treasure Box at the entrance of the Lotus Temple.

When Jackie Chan was almost at the entrance of Lotus Temple.

Just then, a branch of the moonlight that shot straight into the sky was instantly poured into the Panku Treasure Box. The Panku Treasure Box began to rotate continuously, and the enormous righteous energy within it trembled wildly, dispelling the black energy in this area.

"Oh my god, Dad, I don't think I checked the almanac before I went out today. The magic of the moon has already come into contact with the Panku Box!"

【Hey~ what are you good for?】

[Now, seize the Panku Box immediately; Father needs time to prepare.]

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than a figure filled with black energy grabbed the Panku Treasure Box.

Ignoring the powerful green electric light from the Panku Box, it shot straight into the sky.

A pair of transparent bat wings appeared on the person's body, the tips of which quickly disappeared, turning into fragments of soul in the lightning.

Despite the agonizing torture, he showed no sign of letting go, transforming into a beam of light crackling with green electricity and hurtling toward the bright moon at an unstoppable speed.

Jackie Chan...

Jackie Chan:
"Dad, the Panku Box has been stolen. It seems to be that winged race that appeared in the Holy Academy. Please stop talking about it. If you do, I feel like demons are about to rule the world."

Hey Jackie Chan, bring Jade back! Dad's making a sealing spell on Blue.

"Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan realized what was happening, then exclaimed in shock, "Jade!!!"

He suddenly looked toward Lotus Temple, but three men with unfriendly expressions were already blocking his way.

"Hey, Mr. Big Nose, you caused us to lose our treasure, don't you have to make some compensation?"

Jackie Chan was extremely anxious and rushed over without any intention of saying a word.

A vast amount of righteous energy continuously gathered around him, and a faint white light appeared in his eyes.

Heroes are born to protect the Saints.

Just as the three tried to stop him, Jackie Chan swept his leg with incredible speed, sending all three flying. Then, each of them was kicked in the stomach and flew backward with a muffled groan.

Jackie Chan didn't stop at all and headed straight for Lotus Temple.

And it was at this time.

Above Lotus Temple, a massive black aura reappeared.

He saw a huge white phantom with its hands clasped together in utmost devotion.

His body continued to rise, muttering incomprehensible incantations.

On the horizon, a pair of bat wings unfurled.

The moon shone even brighter.

The moonlight shot into the sky, flying towards the direction of the bat wings.

Between heaven and earth, the black energy surged violently.

A wolf's howl pierced through time and space.

It was as if a voice that had been suppressed since time immemorial had broken into reality.

"Ow~"