Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 115 [The Son of Darkness! Born!]

at the same time.

Inside a three-story building in Chinatown, San Francisco.

An old man exclaimed, and one could hear the panic in his voice, "Oh! Jackie Chan, something terrible has happened!"

The sound startled a group of birds that were not very afraid of people on the chaotic electric poles.

There is a sign hanging crookedly at the door of the three-story building - "Dad's Antique Shop"

Antique shop.

Jackie Chan, the specially-appointed expert of the San Francisco Museum and an archaeologist, was dressed as an adventurer, sitting at the counter facing the door, staring blankly with his chin swaying.

I was startled by the scream coming from the room behind me.

"Crack!"

This caused Jackie Chan to fall off the crooked wooden chair and almost knock over the teacup.

After Jackie Chan flexibly caught a pile of antiques that were almost smashed to the ground due to a series of chain reactions, causing disastrous consequences.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Whoo~"

Jackie Chan nimbly walked around the "precious antiques" that were placed everywhere and ran into the room.

This is a study room. The bookshelves on the four walls are filled with various precious books, which contain a lot of valuable magical knowledge - this is the most precious treasure of Dad's antique shop.

"Dad, what's wrong? Did the shield have any results?"

Jackie Chan asked excitedly.

He just ran to Bavaria and found a shield made of pure gold in the king's castle, with a very strange amulet inlaid on it.

He had no idea at the moment, so he took it back and gave it to his father to study.

"Ouch!" Before Jackie Chan could react, he was slapped hard on the forehead.

This caused Jackie Chan to cry out in pain, and he said aggrievedly, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

But he heard the old man in front of him with a slightly nervous and drawn-out voice, "It's not a shield! It's the smell of darkness. Big trouble is coming. The stagnant energy between yin and yang has started to flow again."

Jackie Chan was a little confused and said sullenly, "Dad, please stop talking nonsense."

"Please, that shield is important. If you don't want to study it, let me give it to a museum. That's where it belongs."

But the old man, wearing a light brown wool sweater, reading glasses, and with gray hair as messy as Jackie Chan's, turned around and went back to the center of the room.

There stood a steaming cauldron, and white mist almost enveloped the entire room.

"Dad can sense the movement of the black energy. Something big must be happening. Jackie Chan, prepare your plane tickets. We can leave at any time!"

Jackie Chan looked at his weird father and sighed deeply.

Old Dad is not Jackie Chan's biological father, but his uncle. 'Old Dad' is just a nickname and almost no one knows his real name.

Just like Chen Chenglong, no one calls him by his full name.

At the same time, my father is very stubborn, like a stubborn old goat who will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Jackie Chan rubbed his painful forehead and muttered, "What bad luck! What is Dad doing this time?"

Just as Jackie Chan was about to turn around and leave the room.

"And one more thing."

"What's wrong, Dad?" Jackie Chan reluctantly took back his steps and asked curiously.

"You should pick up your niece from school."

"Oh~" Jackie Chan said with frustration. He remembered that he still had a problem to solve, which was his niece Xiaoyu who flew over from Hong Kong.

The child is very nimble and smart, but he is not very obedient.

If Dad insists on going to look for it, he doesn’t know what he is looking for, the source of darkness?

Then we have to find someone to take care of Xiaoyu for a while.

Perhaps, asking Sheriff Blake for help is a good choice.

Jackie Chan thought about it and looked back at his father.

After making sure that my father was sitting cross-legged in front of the crucible, I was about to leave quietly, but I didn't wait for him to push open the door.

"And one more thing!"

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"Damn it, Dad, can't you just say it in one breath?" Jackie Chan's mask of pain, he knew it.

"Hey, how do you talk to Dad?"

"Okay, okay, what is it?"

Jackie Chan turned around and found that his father seemed to be asleep, and the white mist in front of him began to rotate, and finally formed a picture in Jackie Chan's shocked eyes.
"This is. England? In their capital. London? Stonehenge!"

Jackie Chan didn't care about being shocked and focused his attention on the flowing white mist, but in the end, the white mist suddenly began to quickly turn into darkness.

It was so dark that it was depressing.

Jackie Chan could feel a chill passing through the study and shivered all over.

"Why is it getting cold?"

Is this an illusion? No, it's real!

Because everything in the study began to freeze.

Finally, the black mist transformed into the image of a young man, who looked about the same age as his niece Xiaoyu. He was dressed in black. His face was cold, and his eyes were pure black, which was very creepy.

Afterwards, the stove under the crucible suddenly caught fire, swallowing up all the black fog, and the icing in the house was alleviated.

The old man who was sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes, "Jackie Chan, what did you see?"

Jackie Chan's teeth were chattering from the cold, and he asked tremblingly, "Dad, do you really know magic???"

But the old man interrupted him impatiently, "What did you see!"

"In the British Isles, in London, there is a strange-looking child."

"That's right! That's the target we want to find. That child must not fall into the hands of dark creatures!" Dad said in a deep voice with a gleam in his eyes.

"Dad, are you okay now?" After witnessing his father's miraculous performance, Jackie Chan began to doubt what his father said.

It's just a trip to England. Although it's extremely difficult to find someone in a country's capital, Jackie Chan is still willing to take the trip.

As a result, the old man rolled his eyes and roared at his tactless nephew, "Idiot, do you want to freeze your father to death? If not, go get a towel and some hot tea!"

"It's dad"

Just when the Son of Darkness was born, alarming both Father and the Holy Lord.

London Underground Maze World!

A room that was obviously much more luxurious, with a warm fireplace and a velvet bed.

Yang Anzheng frowned and twisted into the shape of a caterpillar on the bed.

"Brother, you smell so good."

"Let me breathe. Let me breathe."

"Bang!!!"

"Fuck, die! Smash the darkness!"

Yang An suddenly woke up from his dream.

He had a strange dream, in which he turned into Tang Monk's flesh, and everyone stared at him greedily, wanting to take a bite.

Those people's eyes were red and saliva was still on the corners of their mouths. They surrounded Yang An step by step.

Of course, these "zombies" were then all killed by Yang An who conjured up a big pineapple!

But then, a terrifying demon dragon appeared, and its terrifying scarlet dragon eyes stared at him, and Yang An was frightened awake.

"Where the hell is this?"

Yang An sat up and looked around. Compared to the small room he had lived in before, this place was equivalent to a luxurious presidential suite.

At the same time, Yang An thought of the magic dragon. It was exactly the same as the Holy Lord Magic Dragon he had made before. Yang An couldn't help but start to wonder if he was scared by himself.

Seems to have noticed that Yang An has woken up.

"crunch-"

The door was pushed open.

Two people in magician robes walked in first.

One of them had a golden shoulder strap on his dark blue wizard robe - it was the leader of the Brotherhood, and his assistant.

This time, he did not use the wide hood to cover his face.

Instead, he took off his hood, revealing the face of an old man that can often be seen on the news. If anyone saw it, they would definitely be very surprised.

The old man smiled and looked at Yang An with extremely kind eyes, but greed was hidden in his eyes.

Of course, Yang An hadn't been out for such a long time, and naturally hadn't read the news of this world, so he was not surprised by the old man's identity.

Keep watching.

Following them in were two blonde beauties.

They should be young and all wore maid uniforms. One of the maids was holding a golden washbasin with a slight mist coming out of it, and it was obvious that the temperature was just right.

The other maid was holding a black robe that also had gold threads on it. The two women stood beside the bed, timidly not daring to look up at Yang An.

The old leader spoke in a standard British accent.

"You are finally awake, Lord Saint. You have been in a coma for three days and three nights!"

"Congratulations on becoming the Holy Son of our Brotherhood. Please accept their service first."

Have you slept for three days?
Yang An raised his eyebrows, wanting to curse Hei Qi, but thinking that he seemed to have gained a lot of benefits, he endured it.

At the same time, he was keenly aware of the leader's fiery eyes.

Yang An thought that maybe there was something wrong with his appearance, so he simply raised his head and looked into the basin.

"What the hell?"

Yang An couldn't help but blurt out a Chinese curse.

It was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Basically, his appearance was the same as before, but now his skin was paler and more handsome, with a weird and morbid feeling.

This is not the main problem. The important thing is that Yang An’s eyes turned into strange scarlet eyes.

"Eyes of Truth and Falsehood, Level 2: Eyes of the Devil"

"A pair of eyes that symbolize the noble status of the Son of Darkness. This world cannot remove it."

"You can use your eyes to create illusions, absorb people's consciousness, and imprison their consciousness. The longer you use it, the more magic power you consume (willpower)"

"Increases the deterrent effect on ordinary creatures/dark camp creatures. Fully unleashing can strip the opponent's soul (note that this is only applicable in certain worlds)"

Okay, isn’t this the Sharingan?
What is Infinite Tsukuyomi? Yang An felt his eyelids twitch violently.

But then he fell silent, allowing two somewhat nervous maids to help him change clothes and wash.

This feeling is really good.

But maybe it was because Yang An put too much pressure on her, the maid holding the golden basin finally couldn't hold on halfway through washing.

"Bang--!"

The golden basin fell to the ground and the maid fell to her knees in fear, unable to utter a word.

It also gave Yang An a clear understanding of his current deterrent power, and he was speechless - is this black energy sick? Is he afraid that others don't know that he is the son of darkness?

"Bastard!"

The sudden situation made the old leader, who had been waiting quietly, furious.

But before he could say anything, he was stopped by the Son of God who got down from the bed.

"That's enough, let them go."

As he spoke, the Son of God opened his arms. His thin figure showed the majesty of a superior, and he allowed another maid to put on a black and gold robe for him.

Looking at the Holy Son, whose temperament was completely different from before, the leader and the elder next to him looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

They succeeded!
The arrival of a holy son who can command darkness into this world will surely bring about a storm that will change the world. And they will surely be able to realize their wishes and usher in the magical heyday ruled by darkness in their dreams!
Yang An put on his clothes and stared at the two of them expressionlessly.

Since his identity is different now, his original plan of studying peacefully and waiting for an opportunity should be changed.

"You did a good job, awakening my memories of my past life."

Yang An walked up to the leader of the Brotherhood, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder twice.

If it had happened before, anyone who dared to be so disrespectful to the leader would have been burned to ashes by the electric ball.

But now, Yang An is a professional at pretending to be mysterious. His disguised identity has deceived countless pairs of eyes.

At this time, Yang An used the same trick again and gave himself an identity that had awakened the memories of his past life, so that the two magicians would not want to treat him as a puppet or something.

Sure enough, the leader and the elders were surprised when they heard this.

"Past life, memory?"

"What? Do you have a problem?" Before the leader could finish repeating himself, the Son of God stared at him with his cold, scarlet eyes that were devoid of any emotion.

[Eye of Reality and Fakeness Stage 2] Activate

in an instant

The wills of the leader and the elders were pulled into the illusion and tied to the cross. Yang An's floating figure appeared in front of them, looking down at them from above.

“You don’t respect me.”

"No, we don't."

The old leader realized that things were beyond his control. He wanted to explain and struggle, but found that his magic power had disappeared and he became an ordinary person.

"I'm glad you woke me up."

Yang An slowly floated in front of the struggling leader and elders, a cruel sneer appeared on his cold face.

"But I don't like your attitude and the look in your eyes!"

As he spoke, countless sand clones condensed from the ground.

They had short knives in their hands and surrounded the leader.

The old leader could no longer maintain his composure and shouted in panic, "Your Majesty, we didn't mean to offend your majesty. Please. Puff! Ah!!!"

Before the two of them finished their explanation.

The dagger of the sand clone had already pierced into their bodies. The pain made them struggle constantly, but they could not avoid the dagger.

"Wrong is wrong and needs to be punished."

Yang An stared at the two of them coldly. These magicians were not good people.

Not only did they dream of overthrowing the world order, they also collected many orphans or abducted children from all over the world.

These children are trained to become magicians and assassins. It would be fine if they could become magicians, but if they have no talent and poor physical fitness, they will become targets for magicians to cast spells or test subjects.

London may seem like a civilized world, but countless lives are buried underground.

Therefore, Yang An punished these people without mercy. This was just an opportunity to test the power of the Eye of Reality and Falsehood.

Yang An disappeared silently from the spot, no longer watching what happened next.

Only by truly making them afraid can we use them for our own benefit and control this large organization of magicians.

The chief and the elders looked at the surrounding sand clones in despair.

Puff-!
The knives were inserted into every corner of their bodies, and the painful torture made them wail. In the end, they almost collapsed mentally and begged Yang An to kill them and give them a quick death.

Until seventy-two hours had passed.

"No, how could I kill the hero who helped me regain my memory?"

Facing the two people who were mentally defenseless, Yang An appeared again, smiled and spoke softly.

"From today on, I am your master!"

(End of this chapter)