Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

He knew that he would never fight Jackie Chan again until his strength increased dramatically in another world.

In their last encounter, Jackie Chan, protected by the divine armor, was nearly invincible, like a war god blessed by the gods.

Every move he makes carries a terrifying power, making him extremely difficult to deal with. To rashly engage in battle again would be like throwing an egg against a rock, only to suffer the consequences.

Unexpectedly, this acquisition of Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces has led to such an extraordinary opportunity, much like an ordinary passerby who accidentally enters a fairyland and receives a gift from an immortal. Fate plays tricks on people, but they are also deeply blessed.

This was an olive branch that fate had inadvertently extended, and it was also the reward he deserved for his years of forbearance and hard work.

Feeling the powerful force within him, like a primordial beast lying dormant, Jiang Shinian nodded inwardly.

His physique is now that of steel, an indestructible body. The firearms that ordinary humans use to harm their enemies are nothing more than toys in a child's hand, and they can no longer hurt him in the slightest.

Even if it occasionally penetrates, it can be saved by the powerful energy within its body and its miraculous recovery function.

It can also recover instantly, like a spring breeze sweeping across the earth, without the humiliation of being riddled with bullets and unable to recover in time with the horse talisman. It is like a victorious general who has emerged from the mud of the battlefield, exuding confidence and composure.

His gaze, like a probing light, moved to the small pond, which was about ten feet in diameter.

It has exquisitely crafted miniature arrays, as if created by nature itself, like miniature pearls.

Though small, it contains a universe within its confines, harboring endless mysteries and immense energy. This is the core of the Qian Tian Ming Huo Grand Array, embodying the life's work and extraordinary wisdom of the array's creator.

The mysterious sorcerer set up the formation back then.

Firstly, they came to protect the treasure, using the great formation as a barrier to resist the evil forces of the world who coveted Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces, like a loyal guardian protecting a rare treasure.

Secondly, in order to condense this divine substance, they spent years collecting the essence of the sun with the Heavenly Fire, as patiently and persistently as bees collecting nectar, until they finally gathered this pool of divine liquid containing endless creation.

Now, however, they have all become "resources" for Jiang's advancement over the past ten years. This is a clever arrangement by the hand of fate and an inevitable gift on the path of the strong.

"I've heard that the sorcerer has left this realm and it won't be easy for him to return. This great formation must not be destroyed."

Jiang Shi Nian muttered to himself, as if a wise man were weighing the pros and cons, his gaze fixed on the small array, which was so intricate and complex that it resembled a maze, slowly turning as if it contained endless mysteries.

And from time to time, faint lights flicker, like stars in the night sky, nurturing new energy in the darkness and exuding an alluring and mysterious aura.

Jiang was determined to take them under his wing, much like an ambitious emperor who wanted to collect all the world's treasures for his own use in the future.

It can greatly enhance one's own strength, or help fire-attribute cultivators under one's command break through bottlenecks and soar to new heights, making it an invaluable asset.

But how to collect it left him like a scholar facing an unsolvable problem, his brow furrowed in confusion. Before approaching the pond, he had intended to forcefully attack the core of the formation, seize control of the entire situation, and break the deadlock by force, like a reckless warrior charging into the enemy army with a broadsword—simple and direct. Now, however, he was caught in the middle of the situation, but he was hesitant to act rashly, knowing that if he acted rashly, all his previous efforts might be in vain, and he would lose everything.

I glanced at the listless, seemingly lifeless golden-scaled fish in the pond.

Jiang Shinian frowned, deep in thought, like a chess player stuck in a stalemate, desperately searching for a way to break the deadlock.

Suddenly a voice called out: "Son!"

The sound was like a bolt from the blue, so sudden that it caught everyone off guard, like a thunderclap exploding in a silent valley.

Jiang Shinian was startled and roared, "Who?"

His figure resembled a startled roc, soaring into the sky, gazing into the distance with piercing eyes that seemed to penetrate the layers of mist.

Outside the great formation, there was a jet-black stone, as if it had solidified into a black hole. It was surrounded by black mist, like a ghostly figure walking at night, mysterious and unpredictable, making people's spines tingle.

"Black aura?" Jiang Shinian was astonished. It had only recently finished its fierce battle with the main characters, so how could it have time to come here? It was as if a soldier who had just come off the front lines had suddenly encountered an enemy attack. "What are you doing here?"

The black stone swayed gently, and the black energy surged even more violently, as if it were a confident strategist who said matter-of-factly, "Seeing you worrying about closing the formation, I will naturally come to help! Although my son is exceptionally talented, this interdimensional formation is obscure and difficult to understand, like a heavenly book written in ancient script."

“It will take you a while to fully understand this, and we can’t afford to delay. That old guy Zhengqi is looking for me everywhere, like a dog. If we stay here any longer and a conflict breaks out, we won’t be able to complete the formation, and Yingquan will be intercepted by someone else. That would be a huge loss!”

"Uh..." Jiang Shinian smiled bitterly to himself. How many days would it take to fully understand it? The Holy Lord might have been able to do so in the past, but he didn't have that ability. However, he sincerely replied, "What you say is very true. Then, in your opinion, what should be done?"

Black Stone seemed quite satisfied. It floated up a bit, looking at Jiang Shinian at eye level. Like a traveler in a hurry, it said urgently, "Simple. Open up the flames and let me in. I just fought with that old bastard Zhengqi and was defeated, so I fled here. I have to hurry. After I'm done, I still need to hide. He's looking for me all over the world."

“fufu”

In this mysterious and tranquil space, the five-colored flames, like spirits breaking free from the shackles of the mortal world, instantly rose up and danced fiercely.

They resemble five extraordinary, agile fire serpents, each imbued with a sacred mission.

Surrounded by a dreamlike halo, it meanders and swirls, freely traversing the air. Every sway and every stretch seems to weave a beautiful yet dangerous picture.

The colors of the flames were so vibrant, as if extracted from the most magnificent sunset on the horizon. The fiery red, the deep blue, the exuberant green, the dazzling yellow, and the mysterious purple intertwined and wove together a colorful curtain of light and shadow.

Beneath this dazzling color and graceful form lies a terrifying power capable of changing the very fabric of the world and shaking the mountains and rivers, like a primordial beast slumbering in the depths of the Netherworld.

It lies dormant and silent in the endless darkness, but once awakened, it can tear the sky and crush the earth with just a slight raise of its claws, making all things in the world tremble under its pressure.

Chapter 117 Source of Fire

That power was like a materialized storm, though it was temporarily sealed within the shell of flames.

Yet it still intimidated everything around it with an invisible aura, making the surrounding air seem to freeze and filled with a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Looking around, one sees the flickering, swaying fire that had been barely clinging to life, like a candle dying in the wind.

In the past, they had their glory days, like a wildfire, burning fiercely, wantonly displaying their light and heat, attempting to dominate this world.

But now, under the oppressive power of the five-colored flames, which is like the arrival of a king, they are like a defeated army that has lost its armor and weapons. They have instantly lost their former arrogance and are so weak that they are vulnerable to attack.

As if they had encountered their natural enemy, the flames shrank rapidly, their light dimmed, and they retreated in panic, like snow meeting the blazing sun, making way for a wide path.

Their appearance was just like that of humble subjects prostrating themselves and bowing their heads when the emperor travels, not daring to look directly at him, showing a deep-seated awe for the five-colored flames, as if those flames contained some forbidden power that could reduce them to ashes.

Jiang Shinian moved with the agility of a cheetah and the lightness of a wild goose. In just a few steps, he seemed to phantom through the night, moving sideways and arriving calmly outside the formation in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the great formation had lost its former mystery and majesty to him. It was like an empty city with no guards and its gates wide open. There was no longer any barrier that could hinder his progress. It was a desolate place.

The array and restrictions that once seemed like an impregnable fortress were now nothing more than illusory shadows in his eyes, so fragile that they would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Come quickly."

A resolute glint flashed in Jiang Shinian's eyes. He let out a low shout, his voice resounding like a great bell, echoing throughout the space.

The five-colored flames in his hand seemed to be imbued with life, instantly transforming into five graceful ribbons that, under his control, meandered and stretched to the side.

Wherever the flames reached, the Heavenly Flames scattered and fled in panic, like startled birds, like a flock of sheep being herded. In an instant, a wide and safe passage was cleared, just like a red carpet carefully laid out for the black stone that was the embodiment of black energy, shining with a unique brilliance and full of ritual.

"Buzz"

Black Stone seemed to be surrounded by the mysterious power of a black hole. That power was like a black vortex, deep and dangerous, constantly devouring the surrounding light, leaving it in a hazy and mysterious shadow.

It floated in leisurely, carrying a mysterious aura that seemed to transcend the mundane world and come from another time and space. Every inch of its movement seemed to tear space apart, leaving behind faint black trails, as it slowly approached Jiang Shinian.

When it reached him, it hovered in the air, like an extremely arrogant king looking down on all living beings, coldly scrutinizing Jiang Shinian with a disdainful gaze.

In its eyes, there was both expectation for Jiang Shinian and an undeniable domineering presence, as if in its eyes, Jiang Shinian was nothing more than a pawn in its game, useful but also obedient to commands.

"What are you standing there for? Hold me up!"

Seeing that Jiang seemed to be turning to leave, Heishi heard a sharp sound, like metal scraping against metal, and hurriedly urged him on.

His words carried a hint of anxiety, but also an unyielding domineering tone, as if they were an inviolable imperial edict issued to a subject, his forceful manner leaving no room for refusal.

"Uh......"

Jiang Shinian paused, a hint of hesitation and helplessness flashing across his face. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were weighing the pros and cons.

But after a brief moment of thought, he finally stretched out his long and strong arm, slowly opening his palm. Although the movement was slightly slow, it carried a hint of obedience and compromise.

Those outstretched palms resembled a tray bearing destiny, awaiting the arrival of the unknown.

The black stone, like a light, falling leaf, drifted gently into his palm under the caress of a breeze, settling steadily upon him.

At that moment, Jiang Shinian felt as if a cold and mysterious power was slowly seeping into his body through his palm, making him tremble. He became even more curious and wary about the origin and power of the black stone.

"Okay, let's go!"

Jiang Shinian secretly wondered to himself that this black aura's way of doing things really seemed like that of a strange person.

Is it because he just engaged in an earth-shattering, blood-wrenching, and incredibly fierce battle with righteousness, which caused a shock to his mind and made him act so strangely?

Or perhaps, during the process of transforming into this black stone, it encountered some unspeakable change that caused its personality to drastically change, as if it had been given a different soul?

Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind like shooting stars.

On the surface, however, he remained calm and composed, his expression cold and stern, revealing nothing about his true intentions. He continued to walk steadily toward the core of the great formation.

He held the black stone in his hand, each step he took was steady and powerful, as if carrying a resolute momentum, like a warrior about to step into the battlefield and charge into battle, fearless and determined.

Reaching the edge of the pool, Jiang Shinian stretched out his arm and handed the black stone to the center of the formation. His expression was solemn, his eyes filled with inquiry and doubt, and he asked in a low but respectful voice, "What should we do now?"

The black stone, as if an ancient artifact had been awakened, shook violently a few times after receiving Jiang Shinian's question, and the black aura around it churned and billowed like black smoke.

It emitted a "buzzing" sound, as if responding to Jiang Shinian's inquiry.

Immediately, it soared into the air, hovering above the small formation, like a commander sitting in the center of the army, directing thousands of troops, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty, ready to issue orders.

"Bring out your fire source."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shinian's heart tightened slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed across his face.

He knew that this fire, originating from himself, was of extraordinary significance. It was the result of countless efforts and hardships, a meticulous fusion of the final flame and the ultimate fire, making it as precious as his own natal spirit.

At this moment, faced with Black Stone's orders, he had reservations but dared not disobey, knowing that in this mysterious and unpredictable formation, only by following orders could he possibly break through.

He then focused his mind and gathered his energy, took a deep breath as if drawing all the surrounding spiritual energy into his abdomen, and then suddenly let out a soft shout. A small and lively five-colored flame instantly appeared in his palm.

This flame appears peaceful and gentle, just like the clouds drifting leisurely in the sky, floating leisurely in the air, without a trace of the madness and ferocity of fireworks.

The intense heat emanating from its body seemed capable of burning everything in the world; the heat was unbearable, and even from a great distance, one could feel the heat wave that seemed to scorch the soul.

Chapter 118 The Twelve Golden Palaces

Its texture is as if it were carefully carved by a divine craftsman, thick and solid, like a piece of dazzling jade, warm and tough. Unlike ordinary flames that are fickle and illusory, it is more like heavenly fire descending to earth, carrying the will of the gods and mysterious power, making people look up in awe and tremble with fear.

Upon closer inspection, deep within the blend of the five colors, golden light and black energy are faintly intertwined.

It is like the mysterious rhythm of yin and yang energies devouring and merging each other at the beginning of chaos, full of the primitiveness and wildness of the beginning of life.

The golden light resembled a dazzling star, shining with hope and nobility, while the black aura was like an endless abyss, deep and dangerous.

The two intertwined, making the source of fire seem to hold endless mysteries, making people even more terrified, as if they had glimpsed the most secret of the world.

"Buzz!"

Black Stone resembled a primordial beast enraged, its body instantly spewing forth billowing black energy, like a surging, dark wave.

The black mist surged forth like a black torrent.

Instantly, it turned the surrounding space into pitch black, making people feel as if they were in an endless night.