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Chapter 203 The Convergence of the Timeline, The Contract Nearing Completion

"So, you mean you came from the future? And you became the sheriff of District 13?"

It was still the same room, with Jackie Chan, his father, and Jade—no, it should be said that the future Jade was sitting together around the array.

Jackie Chan's tone was full of surprise; it was simply unbelievable that there was magic that could connect to the future world.

"That's right, Uncle Jackie." Looking at the still-young Jackie Chan in front of her, Xiaoyu smiled.

Her Uncle Long kept saying he wanted to leave District 13 and live a peaceful life without having to deal with the Mafia and demons, but until she was summoned here, he was still working as a martial arts consultant in District 13.

Of course, she also knew that Uncle Long was worried about her.

"So, what is it that you summoned me here for? And where did I go when I was a child?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.

She was genuinely puzzled as to why she hadn't seen her future self at this time in her childhood memories. Could it be that something had caused them to miss each other?

Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan's face immediately lit up with joy.

Yes, since she is the future Xiaoyu, she must know where the present Xiaoyu is at this moment!

He quickly said, "Xiaoyu, you've been missing for three whole months! Do you know where you are right now?"

"Huh? Missing? Me?" Future Xiaoyu was stunned, looking completely bewildered. She didn't remember disappearing for three months. "What time is it now?"

"You've just started junior high." After thinking for a moment, Jackie Chan added, "That is, the first year of the Age of Gods."

A string of question marks immediately popped into Xiaoyu's mind.

The Age of the Gods?

What unfamiliar word is this that she has never heard before?

Her father, who was standing nearby, noticed something was wrong with her expression and frowned slightly: "Xiaoyu, is something the problem?"

"This is a big problem." Xiaoyu nodded, her tone serious: "I have never disappeared, and—I have no idea what the Age of Gods is."

"How could that be? Haven't you experienced the resurrection of the gods? Like Odin, Chunyang Daozi, or something like that?" Jackie Chan asked in surprise.

Xiaoyu took a deep breath, calmed down, slowly shook her head, and said word by word, "In my memory, at this time, we had just collected all twelve talismans."

Over the next three years, we experienced in turn the birth of eight great demons, the destruction of the talisman, the chaos caused by the ghostly mask, and the little demon dragon's search for the eight...

Great demonic energy.

Once the Holy Lord and the demon dragon are sealed back into Hell, the world will be completely at peace.

Later, although there were occasional sporadic demonic disturbances, they did not cause any major problems.

As for Odin, the Dao Child, and extraterrestrial gods and demons—I have never experienced them.

Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan and his father exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Half an hour later.

After hearing about all the changes that had happened in the past three months, and after watching the images of the earth-shattering battles between gods and demons on Mars and the moon transmitted back by satellite, Future Xiaoyu froze on the spot, her mind blank, and she was completely speechless.

I can't understand it.

She even began to doubt all her memories from childhood to adulthood.

At that time, she was just a junior high school student. Although Uncle Long was good at fighting, he was just an archaeologist with outstanding physical skills. Although her father's magic was powerful, it was not to the extent of destroying the world.

If all of this is true, she really doubts how she managed to stuff these guys back into hell one by one.

After a moment's thought, the old man slowly said, "Perhaps, this magic circle doesn't summon the future Xiaoyu, but..."

In another timeline, there's a future version of Xiaoyu.

Jackie Chan scratched his head, a hint of frustration on his face: "If that's the case, then we still won't be able to find Jade."

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"Not necessarily." Future Xiaoyu smiled mysteriously: "I know a place where we might be able to find Xiaoyu."

"Where?" Jackie Chan and his father asked at the same time.

In the future, Xiaoyu got up and walked to the world map on the wall. She stretched out her fingertip, starting from the mark of San Francisco, traversing the blue block of the Pacific Ocean, heading south, crossing the equator, passing over the Solomon Islands, and finally landing steadily on the vast ochre-yellow map of the Southern Hemisphere: "Here."

"Jackie Chan, are you sure you don't need our help?"

On the rooftop helipad of District 13, besides Sheriff Black, all the other members of the Dragon Group were also there.

"It's too dangerous, so let's not trouble everyone." Jackie Chan patted Chief Black on the shoulder, not revealing the whole truth behind it.

As instructed by Xiaoyu in the future, the history books of the past are of great importance, and the fewer people who know about them, the better.

"Alright." Sheriff Black shrugged helplessly. He knew Jackie Chan was always decisive and once he made up his mind...

Once he got it, nothing could sway him, so he didn't bother with it and simply stepped back to watch Jackie Chan climb onto the helicopter with the others.

Soon, under Xiaoyu's control, the helicopter's rotors began to spin, and the fuselage slowly rose into the air. It circled half a circle on the roof of District 13 before turning around and flying towards the Southern Hemisphere.

After a day and a night of transoceanic flight, the helicopter finally landed deep in an ancient and pristine jungle in the heart of Australia.

"This is it."

Following her memory, Jade led Jackie Chan and his father through layers of vines and ferns to the entrance of a cave hidden in the folds of the mountain.

The cave was incredibly spacious, with rough walls and nothing but hanging, jagged rocks.

"What should we do next?" Jackie Chan looked around and asked.

In the future, Xiaoyu took out the specially prepared medicine, spread it evenly on her palms, walked straight to a stone wall deep in the cave, pressed her hands heavily on the stone surface, and muttered an ancient and obscure incantation.

All we can say is thank you, Holy Lord. If it weren't for the Holy Lord, they probably would never have known that history books existed in the world.

However, she was also very curious as to why the Holy Lord didn't come to find the Book of Time in the first place.

Centered on her palms, a gate of light, shimmering with a soft white glow, suddenly opened, revealing the faint aura of a Void Temple behind it.

"Let's go." Future Xiaoyu turned around and waved to the two of them.

Beyond the gate of light lies another world.

A floating temple, entirely constructed of pure white divine rock, floats silently in the endless void.

Above the highest throne at the very heart of the temple, a massive, ancient, and imposing book floats silently.

Just as a pilgrim finally arrives at the holy land he has longed for all his life, the old man stands before the history books, his eyes filled with undisguised piety, and he can't help but raise his hand to gently stroke the ancient patterns flowing on the book cover.

This book records everything that has happened, is happening, and has yet to happen in the world from ancient times to the present, and it possesses the supreme power to directly rewrite history and alter destiny.

Even with his composure, he couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his heart at this moment.

Of course, it was only after calming down the surging emotions in his heart that he took a deep breath, pressed his hands on the book cover, and forcefully opened it under Jackie Chan's gaze.

Then the two of them froze on the spot.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoyu sensed that something was off and quickly stepped forward.

Jackie Chan turned to the side and pointed to the open pages of the book. Jade looked closely and saw that the entire book was completely blank, without a single word.

"How is that possible!?" Future Xiaoyu frowned, quickly stepped forward, grabbed the page, and flipped it back sharply.

The instant she turned the page, a vast and indescribable primordial aura suddenly enveloped the entire Void Temple, simultaneously illuminating the characters on every pillar, and transforming the entire temple from pure white to blazing gold.

"Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan gasped in shock. He saw the future Jade's figure disappear like a scribble being slowly erased from paper, starting from the outline and dissipating layer by layer. He reached out desperately to grab it, but his fingertips only passed through nothingness and he couldn't grasp anything.

Before his eyes, Future Xiaoyu shattered completely into countless specks of light, all of which merged into the blank pages of the annals of time and vanished without a trace.

Before Jackie Chan and his father could recover from their shock, an invisible spatial force suddenly surged, forcibly teleporting them outside the temple.

"This—" Jackie Chan stood there, speechless for a long time.

At this moment, Xiaoyu, whose consciousness was drawn into the depths of her origin, was presented with a completely different world.

The magnificent and dazzling Milky Way spread out across the sky and earth like an endless ocean, rushing forward in parallel. Countless colorful threads of light of varying thicknesses roamed and intertwined freely within the Milky Way.

Each line carries a version of her: a toddler with pigtails taking her first steps, a lively and energetic girl in a middle school uniform, a white-haired old woman sitting quietly in a rocking chair, a sheriff of District 13 who upholds order, a top lawyer who navigates the world, and a mysterious sorcerer who is proficient in magic —

Different periods, different states, different identities, different lives.

In an instant, she understood.

These are all versions of myself scattered across countless parallel universes.

At this moment, all of "her" are looking in the same direction.

At the end of the Milky Way, a huge cocoon of light, with yin and yang energies flowing and intertwined in black and white, stood silently.

Black and white air currents flowed slowly across the surface of the cocoon, chasing, penetrating, annihilating, and regenerating each other. Each cycle left a fleeting, mysterious pattern on the surface of the cocoon.

It stands at the intersection of all timelines, seemingly the beginning of everything, yet also the end of everything, the source and destination of all time and space, and all destinies.

And she, and they, are uncontrollably converging rapidly toward that ultimate destination.

A deafening roar, like stars exploding and the heavens and earth collapsing, resounded far and wide, its sound waves traversing countless dimensions of time and space.

At this moment, all sentient beings in the world heard this roar from the depths of their origin!

Fengdu, the ghost city, is home to the White Bone Cave within the statue of Yama, the King of Hell.

The phosphorescent light flickered silently in the lamp, and Russell was mostly embedded in the backrest made of piled bones, his body's domineering blood energy intertwined with the half-refined demonic energy source.

The explosion seemed to shatter deep within his soul, and Russell sprang from his throne, his eyes snapping open. His languid demeanor vanished, replaced by a surge of purple-gold light. A knowing smile crept onto his lips: "Finally here."

This grand drama has been going on for more than half a year, and it's finally coming to an end.

With a wave of his hand, the Asura Battle Suit silently appeared from the void, and he transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, rising from the ground of Fengdu and tearing through the sky towards the Southern Hemisphere.

Lumbini, Nepal.

The Buddha's light shines upon the vast pure land, and the lingering sound of Zen chants echoes throughout the four directions.

The golden leaves of the Bodhi tree covered the entire Zen temple. Ye Fan sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes slightly closed, his holy body glowing with golden light. Six illusory fist imprints slowly rotated as he immersed himself in the illusion of reincarnation, observing birth, aging, sickness and death, witnessing the cycle of good and evil, comprehending the flow of the heavens and understanding the changing of the years. He was single-minded and indifferent to the conflicts of the outside world.

Xu Qi'an's Great Reincarnation Dharma Image and Great Wisdom Dharma Image have been borrowed and studied for three whole months, and the prototype of the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist has already taken root and sprouted in his body.

Click.

The fist imprint stopped abruptly, and Ye Fan instantly broke free from the enlightenment illusion. His eyes opened sharply, his golden holy pupils shining brightly, his gaze traversing countless ages and piercing through endless void barriers. At the same moment, the yellow leaves of the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree above his head were shaken off by an invisible force, swirling in the sky like golden snowflakes.

He stood up, his gaze piercing through the void, landing on the yin and yang energies churning above Australia.

Sensing something, he exchanged a glance with Xu Qi'an, who had also sensed the commotion and rushed over. Then, he took a step forward, and golden light shot out from under his feet, creating a golden avenue that stretched across the sky. Their figures disappeared into the Zen temple.

In Africa, deep in the Sahara, three thousand meters underground.

Inside the laboratory, encased in a ring of metal walls, the metal gleamed coldly, machinery roared, indicator lights on various precision instruments flickered on and off, data streams flowed endlessly, and a dense network of experimental pipes crisscrossed, filling the space with a strong sense of science fiction and scientific research.

Han Li, dressed in a white lab coat, stood in front of the observation platform, calmly watching the changes in the state of various experimental subjects inside the glass chamber. He lightly tapped the touch panel with his fingertips, recording each set of data fluctuations. Relying on the dual support of technology and cultivation, he steadily deduced the cultivation secrets and the armor improvement plan.

He has always been cautious and methodical, always ensuring that everything is data-driven and has a backup plan. He focuses on his experiments and combat capabilities, ignoring external disputes and concentrating solely on his own self-cultivation and scientific research.

Click.

Thunderous sounds rang in his ears, and the Dao Fruit within his body vibrated. Han Li glanced sideways into the distance, his expression slightly moved.

"What's wrong?" Nangong Wan asked curiously beside Han Li. Like Zi Ling and Zhuge Dali, she was wearing a plain white research coat and holding a stack of newly printed experimental reports in her hands.

"Pack up, it's time for us to head back to Luoyun Sect." Han Li took Nangong Wan's hand, squeezed it gently, and then took a step forward. His silver-gray research armor automatically covered him, broke through the laboratory barrier, and transformed into a silver-gray streak of light, rushing away.

Antique shops hidden deep in the alleys of Beijing, China.

The vermilion wooden door was half-closed, the warm yellow lamplight flickered, and the aroma of tea filled the room. Ancient jade and bronze artifacts were displayed quietly, and the passage of time was peaceful and undisturbed.

Zhongli sat upright at the pearwood table, his fingertips lightly holding the teacup, savoring the mellow and sweet aftertaste of Qimen black tea. His expression was gentle and serene.

Sensing the changes in the annals of history, his eyes remained unmoved; he simply put down his teacup and slowly rose.

As his robes fell, a celestial star, shaped like a Luban lock with intertwined patterns and shifting starlight, silently appeared in his right palm.

Now, it's time for him to fulfill his contract.

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