Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

But it was like a series of blunt blows, slamming into his cognitive world, making him see stars and his thoughts become confused.

Actually, there was still half a question lingering on his mind—

How come I didn't notice anything at all?

Chapter 107 True Dragon Treasure Technique?!

But instinct warned him that he must not show weakness or ignorance in front of this demon, so the question, like a fishbone stuck in his throat, was swallowed down.

The old man, who had been immersed in deep thought, slowly raised his head. The wrinkles on his forehead resembled mysterious runes etched by time, each one concealing endless wisdom and worry.

He stood beside a ruined wall, its mottled surface covered with the marks of time and overgrown with moss.

In the dim light, it exudes a dark and gloomy green, as if silently telling a story of the vicissitudes of the past.

At this moment, however, he became a foil to his father's solemn aura, making him appear even more unfathomable and worried.

"Dad? What changes have occurred? Is an even more brutal demon about to be born?"

Jackie Chan couldn't contain his curiosity and asked eagerly.

The sound, though faint amidst the howling wind, carried a strong sense of doubt and unease, breaking the brief silence. It startled several birds, causing them to frantically take flight from nearby bare branches, flapping their wings and disappearing into the depths of the dark clouds, leaving only a few panicked cries that drifted leisurely through the air.

Upon hearing this, the old man fell silent for a moment, as if considering his words, before speaking in a steady yet solemn voice: "From the moment the Holy Lord was resurrected, the balance of Yin and Yang, like an unbalanced scale, has quietly tilted. The mysterious power of the world, dormant for many years, is like a giant beast awakening from hibernation, slowly stretching its limbs, reviving and spreading. Look around you—"

The old man raised his hand and pointed to a desolate place in the distance. It used to be a bustling city, but now only broken bricks and tiles remain, overgrown with weeds.

Swaying gracefully in the dim light, it resembled a ghostly dance.

"This once vibrant place has been affected by a mysterious force, its vitality waning, and yin energy permeating the air, making it resemble a cursed land. The Holy Lord's resurrection is merely the fuse. In fact, it's not just the yin energy that longs for the Holy Lord's return; even the righteous energy..."

He stopped abruptly, looking up at the dark, inky sky, as if shrouded in an ominous gloom. His gaze was deep, as if piercing through the clouds and looking into the endless depths of time and space.

After a long while, he looked away and changed the subject.

"Once Yin and Yang are revived, the mysterious power will surge and expand like an out-of-control tide. The two are like sworn enemies, and quickly fall into a game of balance and struggle."

"When one side falls into a slump and is forced into a corner, there will be a person or thing that is destined to be born. It may be that an ancient seal is loosened, a demon breaks free of its shackles, or a brand new power is born from chaos, all to suppress the opponent and restore balance to the right track."

The old man paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and continued:

"But in this world, where is there a truly static point of balance? It's just that in the endless pursuit between the two sides, one side finishes its turn and the other takes the stage, with power waxing and waning like the alternation of the sun and moon. As the level of mysterious power rises, the world will become like steel being tempered, growing stronger and more resilient."

"The meaning of this demon is that if we defeat it, it, representing the black energy, may temporarily retreat from the background. However, in this case, the yang energy side will dominate, and the huge vacuum left by the yin energy will surely be filled by an even more terrifying demon."

"If this demon is defeated again, even more terrifying beings will follow, in an endless cycle, like an abyss with no bottom."

At this point, the old man's voice lowered, as if he were being suffocated by the weight of his fate, and he fell into a long silence.

Beside him, several withered old trees, their branches twisted and gnarled like ghosts baring their fangs, shivered in the cold wind, seemingly echoing this solemnity and helplessness, adding a concrete touch of desolation to his silent worries.

Jade nestled in Jackie Chan's arms, her eyes darting around, her little face full of thought, as if trying to digest these complex remarks.

Jackie Chan swallowed hard, the sound of his labored swallowing particularly clear in the silence. His voice was dry and he stammered, "Dad, are you saying there's more than one demon?"

The moment he said that, the air seemed to freeze instantly. Six pairs of eyes—his father, Xiaoyu, Jiang Shinian, and himself—spotted on him, each with a different expression.

Whether helpless or speechless, black lines seemed to be hissing up on their foreheads. A cold wind howled by, stirring up dust and blinding everyone, as if fate was mocking this "foolish" question.

"oops!"

The old man's fingers twitched slightly, as if he wanted to give Jackie Chan a flick on the forehead as usual, but he ultimately held back, sighed deeply, and said earnestly:

"Compared to the ancient demons, human history is but a drop in the ocean, a fleeting moment. The eight great demons are just a few records left after the birth of mankind. In the endless years of the past, how long did the battle between righteousness and darkness last? How many lives were born? Who represented the majority, and whether they were completely annihilated in the long river of time? With our current methods, it is really difficult to find out. Perhaps only heaven knows."

[Trigger event, select to enable]

[Mission 1: Shake the will of the main characters and cause one of them to betray you; in return, you will obtain—the True Dragon Treasure Technique!]

【Task 2: Select Task 1】

【Task 3: Select Task 2】

Just as the atmosphere was heavy and deathly silent, a system light screen suddenly popped up out of thin air, like a mysterious visitor who had suddenly arrived, and everyone was stunned.

The light screen emitted a cold, eerie blue light, which seemed out of place in the dim and gray environment, yet possessed a strong sense of science fiction and mystery, like a variable piece that fate had thrown into a crucial moment in the game.

Jiang Shinian was dumbfounded. Normally, the system offers a variety of choices, but this time it seemed like a joke, giving only the option of "shaking the will of the main characters and causing one of them to betray them," and repeating it three times, leaving no other choice.

His heart was filled with shock, like a surging wave. This bizarre setting was truly unprecedented and extremely surprising.

The group fell into deep thought, each with their own thoughts. Only Jackie Chan's gaze shifted between Jiang Shinian, his father, and Xiaoyu, finally settling on the whorl on Xiaoyu's head. His eyes glazed over as he muttered to himself, "Why does Xiaoyu's head look a little bald?"

He seemed completely oblivious to the somber atmosphere around him, as if he were detached from it all. His endearing yet out-of-place appearance stood out starkly against the gloomy and ever-changing backdrop.

This attracted a stray cat that peeked out from behind the broken wall, tilted its head to look at him with a puzzled look in its eyes, and then withdrew and disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later, the old man caught a glimpse of Jackie Chan deep in thought out of the corner of his eye. He was delighted and thought to himself that this blockhead might have finally come to his senses and was worried about what the Holy Lord had said.

No, we must not let the devil bewitch him!

Immediately, the old man's aged voice rang out like a booming bell: "Jackie Chan!"

"There may be many demons, but justice is like the stars, shining eternally and never fading. Do not let the Holy Lord's words cloud your judgment; he is ultimately a demon, and his nature is hard to change!"

As he spoke, the old man strode forward, the gravel under his feet crunching under his feet. Each step seemed to be on the beat of fate, full of power and determination.

He stood in front of Jackie Chan, behind him a dilapidated clock tower, its hands long since stopped, its dial covered in mottled rust, resembling a huge, lifeless single eye staring at the standoff in the dim light.

"At this moment, quickly take out the talisman from the Saint's body. Without this power to support him, the sealing power will naturally recast him into a sculpture. As long as he is still alive, even if he is trapped, he can still add a balance of yin and yang to the world and stabilize the overall situation!"

The old man's voice was full of energy. Although he was just an ordinary man, he sounded like a thunder god descending to earth. Every word he uttered was like a thunderclap, penetrating Jackie Chan's ears and making him shudder, instantly bringing him back to his senses.

"Dad..."

Jackie Chan was pondering the matter of Jade's hair whorl when he was startled by the shout, his heart pounding wildly. He looked at his father blankly.

Of all the words spoken, only "take out the talisman from within the Holy Body" was clearly heard.

Although he didn't understand the reason, he knew that he couldn't disobey his father's orders, otherwise he would definitely be "smacked on the head", so he prepared to take action.

"Xiaoyu, you stay with your father."

Jackie Chan gently put Jade down and stood protectively beside his father. The white light that enveloped the two of them seemed to have a spirit, slowly fading away from Jade and flowing back to Jackie Chan like a gentle stream returning to the sea, making him shine even brighter, like a war god clad in armor.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind swept in, stirring up a cloud of sand that blotted out the sun. The figures of the crowd appeared and disappeared in the sand, as if fate had deliberately laid out a veil to obscure the view of this contest.

Seeing Jackie Chan rubbing his hands together, ready to launch another attack, Jiang Shinian quickly snapped out of his shock and regained his composure to respond.

In his eyes, his father was as stubborn as an old stone, and Jackie Chan was as simple-minded as a clumsy ox.

Only Xiaoyu, clever and unpredictable, seems to have the potential to betray them.

Seeing that Jackie Chan was trying to interrupt the conversation and start fighting, Jiang Shinian's eyes lit up and a plan came to mind.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

He first stunned the scene with a burst of wild laughter, which sounded particularly eerie and terrifying amidst the howling wind and swirling dust, like the howling of a demon in the night.

It caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees, and the chill was biting.

Taking advantage of Jackie Chan's momentary daze, Jiang Shinian quickly spoke, his voice cold and seductive: "Are you really so sure that turning me back into a statue will allow you to precisely restore this broken and unbalanced world to its ideal state, like a jigsaw puzzle?"

Chapter 108 Talking back and forth with Dad

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Jiang Shinian's maniacal laughter was like the cry of an owl, piercing through the thick, leaden clouds of the sky and echoing wildly between heaven and earth, making the surrounding air buzz and sound like thunder drumming in the clouds.

Each laugh carried an overwhelming pressure, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

The gale, like a ferocious beast awakened by the terrifying sound waves, howled and roared past, stirring up clouds of dust. The dim yellow sand, like hidden weapons, lashed against the broken walls and ruins, as if the world was groaning in pain under the demon's maniacal laughter.

Wherever the sound waves reached, whether it was the crowd present at the scene, facing its power directly, or the bystanders watching nervously and listening intently behind the screen through cold technological devices, it was as if an invisible hand was choking them.

A deathly silence fell instantly, with only the chilling laughter lingering in their ears.

At this moment, this once bustling neighborhood has been transformed into a desolate battlefield.

Along the streets, the once ornately decorated buildings are now just skeletons, with charred wooden beams hanging haphazardly like powerless arms.

Broken bricks and stones are scattered all over the ground, their edges gradually worn away by the wind and sand, full of vicissitudes.

The leaden-gray sky above them, thick and impenetrable with clouds, resembled a massive boulder about to collapse, pressing heavily on everyone's heads and threatening to crush the last remaining hope in the world at any moment.

"You, the righteous sorcerer, clearly know that the truth is far more complex than it seems, yet you still insist on going your own way. Such stubbornness truly broadens my horizons!"

Jiang Shinian's massive body stood proudly, its scales gleaming coldly in the darkness, like armor covering its body. Each scale was like a meticulously forged blade, reflecting a chilling and murderous aura.

A pair of blood-red dragon eyes, as if burning with hellfire, were fixed on the old man. Deep within the eyes, there seemed to be endless mockery and amusement, but the voice was strangely calm. Each word was like a heavy hammer blow, spoken slowly.

Behind him, the shadows seemed to come alive, spreading like a black tide and devouring the last few rays of light, just like the gaping maw of a demon, about to drag the world back into the abyss of darkness.

“Look at what you humans have done. You have dragged this world into a deep abyss of silence. The once vibrant and ever-flowing cycle of yin and yang is now a dried-up well, with no trace of vitality flowing through it.”

"These are all the 'great achievements' painstakingly 'built' by our predecessors, whom you all praise so highly!"

"You humans have been rushing forward on the path of technological advancement, but with each step forward, haven't you been treading on piles of corpses? Magic once possessed the power to change the world and turn the tide, but in this day and age, people scoff at mysterious forces and strange existences. Have you ever investigated the reasons for this?"

Jiang Shinian's hoarse voice, like a broken bellows wailing in the dark night, traveled through the airwaves to all directions, causing ripples in the hearts of those who heard it.

Those watching this confrontation from behind the scenes, through the lens of technology, were in a bright yet cold monitoring room.

The cold light from the flashing instruments around them illuminated their bewildered faces. They had neither the experience of their father, who was deeply immersed in the magical world, nor any detailed ancient scrolls to peruse or explore.

The so-called magicians he hired were nothing more than dabblers with only a superficial understanding.

At this moment, Jiang's words of ten years were like a key, quietly opening the long-sealed door to a mysterious world, arousing everyone's curiosity and eagerness to find out what was going on.

On the other hand, the old man's brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead resembled deep ravines, making his face look even more sorrowful, and he fell into a deeper silence.

How could he not know the hidden story behind it?

As a great master, having been tempered by the years and witnessed the vicissitudes of life, his wisdom is by no means shallow or narrow.

Back then, he left his hometown, crossed the sea alone in a small boat, and went to this unfamiliar land. The entanglements he went through were far more complex than ordinary quarrels or loss of face.

The root of the problem lies with those who studied magic. Their original intentions had strayed from the right path. They were blinded by depravity and greed, and used magic for crooked and evil purposes. Their hands were filthy and disgusting, which disappointed him utterly, and he left in anger.

Now, seeing the mysterious power seemingly resurfacing, the old man's worries grew like wildfire.

Will those "demons and monsters" that have been lurking in the shadows in the past take the opportunity to make a comeback, resume their old ways, and continue to stage that disgusting and despicable farce?

Or perhaps they never stopped, always acting recklessly in the shadows, only pretending not to know.