Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

The old man paused, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt. He hadn't expected the young Xuanwu to be able to keep up with the conversation, after all, it was young and naive.

My knowledge base is almost nonexistent.

The meaning of "transcendence" may be only vaguely understood, but unexpectedly, it actually received a response.

This made the old man fall into deep thought, like a chess player caught in a game of chess, trying hard to find a way out.

"When a sacred beast is born, there will surely be guidance."

The old man recalled a line from a folk tale: "As a highly accomplished grand mage..."

Wisdom flows like a spring, thoughts race, like a sophisticated and efficient thinking machine.

"Because of its birth, it is born? Could it be that Xuanwu only appeared because the Holy Lord was born?"

"Little turtle, do you know how to deal with the demon?"

The old man pressed on relentlessly, his eyes filled with expectation, as if hoping that Xuanwu could provide an answer that would turn the tide.

Xuanwu was taken aback, and was in a dilemma. His master was a demon. How could he deal with his master?

That's absolutely unacceptable.

It chewed its food, making a "smacking" sound as it chewed, while its eyes darted around.

It was as if a clever little devil was plotting a "mischievous idea".

On a sudden inspiration, it raised its voice twice: "In other places, there are very... very good things."

Actually, it's all made up, just to lure people to seek out exotic things elsewhere, both to hold them back and to hope they bring back exotic delicacies.

While in the deep sea, it often heard travelers on ships talking about delicious food from various places, which had already whetted its appetite. Now that this idea had popped into its head, it felt that its idea was ingenious.

"Something good?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's imagination ran wild, and all sorts of guesses came rushing in, as if a door to an unknown world of treasures had been opened, and all sorts of mysterious and exotic images were already appearing in his mind.

Unfortunately, a series of complicated matters followed, like a surging tide, making it impossible to extricate myself. The plan to find "good stuff" has been shelved until now, like a bright star temporarily obscured by dark clouds, losing its luster.

"Found it! Xuanwu said there were other things worth searching for elsewhere, this must be it."

The old man pointed to a page in the magic book that Xiaoyu handed him, on which was depicted a suit of armor, its surface gleaming with an ancient, cold, and hard luster.

Mysterious patterns appear and disappear, like runes personally engraved by ancient gods, seemingly containing endless power.

Under the dim light, it appeared even more mysterious and unpredictable, as if quietly telling the legendary stories of its glorious past.

"Divine Armor?"

Jackie Chan leaned closer for a closer look, a puzzled expression on his face. This armor looked like a twin of the one he had just taken off.

These artifacts, seemingly relics from the same ancient and glorious era, appear as twin messengers from across time, bringing with them a mysterious aura from the distant past that compels one to explore further.

"After the eight great gods sealed the demon into hell, they disappeared without a trace, but they also left behind treasures, one of which was the armor. Blake only found one; the other seven are scattered all over the world. We need to collect them all to fight the demon."

The old man spoke eloquently and fluently, like a bard recounting a legendary epic.

The story unfolds in a captivating way, each word brimming with passion and anticipation, as if gathering the armor would restore peace and order to the world.

"Besides the armor, there seem to be other good items, but the most urgent matter is..."

The old man looked up, his gaze fixed intently on Jackie Chan, like two burning flames.

"Go find your sheriff friend and tell him to go to another country to search for clues about the armor!"

After saying that, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "Dad found something rare while flipping through a book. It might be very useful."

"What's that, Dad?"

Xiaoyu tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, her face full of curiosity, like a child eager to unwrap a mysterious gift, her eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the unknown.

"Oh, Xiaoyu, it's a bracelet, and it exudes a mysterious aura."

The old man put down his teacup, gestured with his hands to indicate the size of the bracelet, his eyes full of mystery, as if the bracelet was right in front of him, radiating an unfathomable aura.

"A bracelet? Can it help us defeat the demon?"

Xiaoyu tilted her head, her eyes full of doubt, like a curious kitten exploring something mysterious, looking both cute and earnest.

"Dad doesn't know yet."

The old man shook his head, his brows furrowed slightly.

"We'll only know once Jackie Chan retrieves it."

After saying that, he picked up his teacup and took another sip, then glared at Jackie Chan and yelled, "What are you dawdling for? Go find that bald sheriff!"

His tone was firm, like an unyielding military order, urging Jackie Chan to immediately embark on his journey to uncover the mysterious clues that concerned the safety of the world.

......

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like thunder awakening the insects, shattered the ancient silence of the deep mountains. A battle that could be described as earth-shattering and worthy of being recorded in history erupted in a spectacular fashion amidst the verdant mountains.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky. The raging fire resembled a surging, boundless ocean, churning and roaring wildly as if swallowing the heavens and the earth. The intense heat scorched the surrounding air, making it sizzle and crackle, as if trying to melt this entire world into an endless sea of ​​fire.

In the center of the inferno, a mysterious mist desperately resisted the onslaught of flames.

Like a solitary guardian, it mustered all its strength and tried its best to spread outwards, with layers of mist surging like waves, attempting to stop the surging and all-pervasive spread of the golden flames.

Amidst the mist, lightning flashed and thunder roared, silver snakes danced wildly, and purple lightning thundered, as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had descended.

Chapter 125 Mysterious Woman

Immediately afterwards, strange objects exuding an ancient and weathered aura, seemingly containing endless mysterious power, slowly emerged from the depths of the mist.

These objects are surrounded by ancient and obscure patterns, shimmering with a faint light, yet they are instantly covered with cracks. The fine cracks are like the merciless marks of time. After a few crisp "cracks", they peel off layer by layer like withered petals.

It eventually shattered into countless pieces and vanished into the void.

Upon closer inspection, these objects do not appear to be solid entities, but rather strange forms formed from pure energy, exuding an ethereal and illusory quality.

In contrast, the golden flames launched wave after wave of attacks, like a raging tide, unstoppable.

Under such fierce attacks, the mist was forced to retreat and could only curl up helplessly, trying its best to protect a slender and delicate figure in the middle—a woman.

Dressed in simple white, her face was ethereal and beautiful in the firelight, yet her eyes held a resolute and unyielding spirit, like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Kill!" Jiang Shinian's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and he roared fiercely, as if it were the roar of an ancient ferocious beast. Blood-red light burst out from his eyes, like two materialized blood blades that tore through the void.

Since he could no longer communicate smoothly with this woman and verbal exchanges were futile, in his heart, only killing remained! His killing intent was like a surging river, endless and continuous, like a raging tide, rushing and roaring.

With a slight thought, a strange thing happened: a deep, dark blackness, like a black hole, slowly emerged from the depths of the golden flames, capable of swallowing everything.

This blackness, hidden beneath the brilliant golden flames, is like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike. When it does move, it will devour the heavens and the earth.

"Swish"

A giant blade formed from flames rapidly materialized in mid-air.

This blade seemed to possess a spirit, absorbing the vast and powerful energy of heaven and earth around it. Runes on its body flickered and flowed endlessly, and a terrifying pressure spread out like ripples, causing visible distortions and waves to appear in the surrounding space.

Within the mist, light crisscrossed, and patches of runes shimmered with a mysterious glow, like ancient gods whispering secrets, or like the most terrifying and mysterious existence in the world being conceived and evolved, with endless mysteries revealed in the darkness.

With a deafening roar, the golden giant blade, carrying immense force, crashed down like a colossal sword that split the heavens, striking the mist fiercely.

In an instant, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, the universe had turned upside down. The mist was forcefully torn apart by the sharp blade, and the runes spewed out like scalding magma, desperately resisting this fatal blow.

The runes were so dense and vast, layer upon layer, densely packed, yet the woman did not retreat an inch, like a towering mountain rooted to the earth, resolutely confronting this world-destroying blow.

When the two collided, the shockwaves surged in all directions like a tsunami, sending sand and stones flying everywhere. Even the majestic and immortal mountain was shaken to the point of collapse, its surface cracked and debris falling like a rain of stones.

Jiang Shinian's body shone with golden light, and thousands of golden flames, like divine arrows, surged from behind him into the mist.

"chi"

The void was instantly filled with golden flames, and the flames intertwined and entwined, converging into a surging sea of ​​fire, which poured down as dazzling divine light, as if the Milky Way were flowing backward.

Under such fierce attacks, the mist became thinner and thinner, like the mist dispelled by the morning sun, vaguely revealing the woman's beautiful and otherworldly figure.

"boom!"

With a final, earth-shattering roar, the entire mountain trembled violently as if struck a fatal blow.

The woman flew backward like a kite with a broken string, her movements light yet somewhat disheveled, before crashing heavily into the grass not far away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Shinian landed slowly, extinguishing the flames around him. His black robe fluttered in the wind as he steadily walked towards the woman.

At this moment, the world seemed to be muted, with only a deathly silence. There was no sound of the Great Dao, and the once noisy cave returned to its deep tranquility, as if time itself had stood still.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Shinian looked down at the woman lying on the ground, his gaze fixed on her.

Despite her severe injury, she still possessed an ethereal quality. Although her white dress was stained with dust, it remained elegant and otherworldly, like a pure lotus blooming in the mud, which was quite rare.

The woman seemed to have lost her voice, offering no response, like a fairy whose voice had been sealed.

Immediately afterwards, her body emitted a soft, holy light, like the radiance bestowed by a deity. Her figure gradually became ethereal and transparent, standing out conspicuously in the surrounding darkness, as if she were about to ascend to immortality and transcend the mundane world.

As the light intensified, the woman's figure floated in the air, becoming increasingly ethereal and otherworldly, as if she wanted to merge into the light and become one with it.

A glint of wisdom shone between her brows, as if she had opened her third eye and could see into all things. Her figure was slender and graceful, and every gesture she made exuded elegance. Divine light flowed and changed around her, and she exuded a transcendent and holy aura in this mortal world, as if she were a banished immortal who had mistakenly entered the mortal realm.

Jiang Shinian thought she would disappear, but the woman suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "Why bother?"

Her voice was melodious and ethereal, like a celestial melody lingering in the air, clear and pleasant to the ear, yet imbued with an endless sense of ethereal beauty, deeply moving the heart.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly, her skin glowing like fine jade. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, as if she were about to ride the wind and ascend to immortality at any moment. Her ethereal and transcendent demeanor was evident, as if she had transcended the constraints of this mundane world.

"Who exactly are you?" Jiang Shinian frowned, the scarlet flames in his eyes becoming increasingly eerie and unsettling in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps from the deepest hell, exuding a chilling aura.

"We will meet again someday." As soon as the woman's ethereal voice fell, Jiang Shinian lost his patience and was unwilling to continue the entanglement.

In his mind, this woman was like a fog, obscuring his path forward, which could only be broken through by force.

"boom!"

A ball of golden flame, wreathed in wisps of black thread, crashed down on the woman with tremendous force and terrifying heat, as if a small sun had exploded.

A flash of light appeared, and the woman seemed threatened, losing her previous composure. Jiang Shinian vaguely caught a gasp from her.

When the firelight dissipated and the light faded, the woman had vanished without a trace, as if she had just woken from a beautiful dream.

"Humph!"