A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

But the fragments say they're right beside you.

So what does "nearby" mean? Does it refer to physical distance? Or is it in a broader sense?

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Qianyu put down her pen and wrote down the second question.

"What is the specific form of history books? In what way do they exist around me? Are they people or objects? In whose hands are they?"

The ink re-embedded the paper.

This time I waited a long time, five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds.

The paper remained blank, with no writing appearing.

Qianyu stared at the blank space and slowly exhaled.

It seems this question is beyond my capabilities. The fragment can point me in the right direction, but it can't give me the answer directly.

He adjusted his thinking, changed his perspective, and wrote down a second question on the paper: Why has the world become the way it is now?

If we can figure out the underlying logic behind the world being altered, we might be able to deduce the location of history books.

The golden lettering reappeared, and this time the response was much faster than before.

"The Fire Demon knows the whole truth; you can seek answers from him."

Then another line followed, the font size was noticeably smaller than the previous one, like some kind of additional warning clause.

"But please remember this: the fire demon is inherently selfish and stingy, and will never easily reveal the truth. You must keep this trait in mind when dealing with it."

After reading those two lines, Qianyu felt a buzzing in her head.

Fire Demon?

Holy Lord?

Wasn't he already dead?!

Yesterday, Qianyu witnessed the Holy Lord's body disintegrate under the laser of the Pig Talisman, and the entire demon, along with those disgusting fleshy tentacles, turned to ashes.

Qianyu rummaged through the pile of ash and picked out four talismans and a row of dragon teeth.

How can a dead person know the truth?

Chiyu's hand unconsciously pressed against her pocket.

No, don't jump to conclusions yet. The Holy Lord has a history of faking his death.

In the original timeline, even after Shendu's soul was blasted apart by the dragon's explosion, he still managed to crawl out of hell and possess Valmont.

The soul of a demon is immortal; this is the ironclad rule of the Jackie Chan Adventures world.

Therefore, the Pig Talisman only destroyed the physical body of the Holy Lord.

Then his soul won't....

As she thought about it, a chill ran down Qianyu's spine.

Calm down, calm down, stop overthinking and check with historical records first.

Qianyu didn't let anyone see the change in her expression. The pen tip landed on the paper, and she wrote down the last question.

"One last question: Is the Holy Lord still alive? If so, where is he now?"

The handwriting has sunk in.

The paper remained silent for three seconds.

Then, the last line of the answer appeared, in a font larger than all the previous ones, as if the torn page was trying its best to emphasize the information.

"The fire demon still lives."

"He is right beside you right now."

Qianyu stared at the words and sat motionless for ten seconds.

Outside the bubble, the yellow pollen of the Zigela flower drifted into mist in the sunlight, and no one noticed the fleeting chill on the face of the boy sitting at the back.

It's right here beside me.

These four words again.

Chapter 195 The Fortress Corroded by Vines

The true history books of time are all around us, and so are the demons of fire.

How many mysterious hidden identities are crammed onto this tattered flying carpet, which is no more than two meters long and wide?

Qianyu slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping intently over the four people on the flying carpet.

Jackie Chan was lying on the edge of the bubble, pointing at a particularly huge yellow zigzag flower below, and whispering something to his father.

The old man pushed up his reading glasses, his face full of impatience.

Jade was trying to stick her hand out of the magic bubble when Jackie Chan pulled her back.

Ximu changed his posture, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at the clouds in the sky with a bored expression.

None of these four people seem to be the embodiment of a holy ruler or a historical record.

However, this is the answer given by the fragment, and the probability that it is false is very small, so there must be two people among the four who are acting.

Qianyu folded the parchment that had turned blank again and put it back in her pocket.

He didn't expose anything, nor did he question anyone present.

In this situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, the best solution is to remain silent, follow the guidance to that Els Rock, and let the "Holy Lord" or "History of Time" hidden in the shadows reveal itself.

"Brother Qianyu?" Xiaoyu's voice drifted over from the front.

"You've been studying that piece of paper for ages, have you found any clues?"

"Where do we go next? There's not even a place to stay down here."

Qianyu casually folded the torn page twice and stuffed it back into her pocket.

"It says the destination is Ayers Rock in Australia."

"Ayers Rock?" Xiaoyu frowned and tried to recall.

"I think I've seen it in a textbook before, it's that big red rock in central Australia, right? But it's all covered by these yellow vines, the landmark is completely obscured. How do I get there?"

"I don't know either," Qianyu said honestly. "The fragment only told me the location, not navigation."

"Wait, central Australia?"

Dad suddenly stopped what he was doing and pushed up his reading glasses.

“Father does recall that the Holy Lord once built an extremely strong fortress in the heart of Australia.”

"It's said to be used to store important treasures. If that thing is really in Australia, it's most likely hidden inside that fortress. It's a pity that Dad has never seen that place with his own eyes and doesn't know its exact coordinates."

Jackie Chan nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Yes, yes, I've heard of that too!"

"Do you know the exact coordinates?" Qianyu asked.

Jackie Chan and his father exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously.

"do not know."

The clues seem to have stalled again here.

The torn pages gave the destination, and the old man and Jackie Chan provided corroborating evidence, but no one could provide the specific location.

The vast Australian continent is full of ziggurat; are we supposed to search every inch of it?

Seeing that the clues were about to run dry and that no one could provide any substantial help, Qianyu felt a growing sense of anxiety.

But then he thought, since the history books indicated that the Holy Lord was right beside him, then logically, the other party should be more eager to find the history books than he was.

Because the history books are the key to rewriting history, and the Holy Lord has gone to great lengths to alter the world, he cannot simply stand by and watch Qian Yu find the history books and change everything back.

But he couldn't reveal his identity.

So he could only pretend not to care and wait for someone else to find the way.

Having figured this out, Qianyu's lips curled into a smile, which he quickly suppressed.

He leaned against the edge of the flying carpet, his expression suddenly fell, and he let out a long sigh.

"never mind."

"What's the big deal?" Xiaoyu was stunned.

Qianyu sighed, her tone full of dejection.

"Without clues or knowing the exact location, flying there would be a waste of time."

"This world is too dangerous. There are yellow flowers everywhere. Who knows what demons and monsters are lurking underneath?"

"We don't even know the way, are we just going to blindly stumble upon something? What if we crash into some monster's lair? We could all be wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan and Jade's jaws nearly dropped to the blanket.

"Brother Qianyu, what are you saying!" Xiaoyu exclaimed anxiously, "We've already flown this far, how can we give up halfway!"

Jackie Chan quickly offered his advice.

"Qianyu, don't be impulsive. Let's think of another way. Dad can always find some kind of guiding magic, right?"

Before the old man could even reply, Qianyu waved his hand.

"I'm telling the truth. Rather than taking this risk, we should divide the talismans we have, go our separate ways, and find a safe place to hide. The world is already like this anyway, so we might as well live one more day."

Xiaoyu stamped her feet anxiously, "We're here to save the world! How can we give up at the first sign of trouble!"

"I want to continue too," Qianyu sighed, "but there's no way forward. Does anyone know where the fortress is?"

The three people looked at each other, unable to answer.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Ximu, who was crouching on the edge of the flying carpet, paused with his tail.

Three seconds later, the little gray-blue devil turned around.