Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion

"Alright!" Ximu was the first to speak, his voice sharp, "Holy Lord, we will trust you one last time!"

"If you dare to deceive us again..." The threat from the Sino-Soviet Union carried the force of thunder, "Even if it costs us our very essence, we will ensure you never have peace again!"

"Rest assured! This time, I will not let you down!" The Holy Lord was overjoyed, but his voice remained "sincere".

The immense magical power converged once more.

The seven demons, enduring the backlash of the laws of hell, forcibly tore apart the barriers of space.

A faint but stable passage once again connects hell and the human world.

The Holy Lord's soul, like an arrow released from a bow, instantly rushed into the passage.

This time, he didn't hesitate at all.

His target was no longer Valon, who had been proven unreliable and might even have been corrupted by the power of the Holy Lord.

He needs a more powerful, more promising, and... more convenient host for him to hide and act.

A familiar scent emerges in some corner of the human world.

That's... Jackie Chan!
The archaeologist who repeatedly thwarted his plans, yet possessed a tenacity and luck that even surprised him!

(That's you!)

The soul of the Holy Lord, like an invisible shadow, instantly crossed the distance and pounced directly on Jackie Chan, who was studying ancient books at home!
Jackie Chan felt a chill on the back of his neck as a cold, evil, yet incredibly powerful will surged into his mind like a tidal wave!

"Ugh!"

Jackie Chan let out a painful groan, and his body trembled violently.

He wanted to resist, to mobilize the faint righteous energy within his body, but the Holy Lord's soul power, even if it was just a remnant soul, was far beyond what he could withstand at this moment!
His gaze began to glaze over, and his struggles grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, Jackie Chan's body stiffened abruptly, then he slumped softly back into the chair.

When he slowly raised his head again, his once gentle and upright eyes had been replaced by a cold, violent crimson.

A cruel yet confident smile, belonging to a demon, curled at the corner of his mouth.

"This body... although not as good as my original dragon body, is... good enough."

"The Holy Lord" cracked Jackie Chan's neck.

He stood up and looked in a certain direction.

That place is where the history books of time are written.

"History..." he whispered, a mad glint in his crimson eyes, "will be rewritten by me!"

His figure disappeared from the spot.

Inside the antique shop, the air seemed to freeze.

The old man and Tru stared dumbfounded at the departing figure of "Jackie Chan," a chill running from their feet to the top of their heads.

"Jackie... Jackie Chan?" Tru's voice trembled with disbelief.

"Oh no! Something's not right!" The old man suddenly realized that although he didn't know what had just happened, he was absolutely certain that cold and evil aura was real!
"That's Shendu! Shendu has possessed Jackie Chan!" Uncle shouted anxiously, his face instantly drained of color. "Quick! Tru! We must stop him!"

The two immediately rushed out of the antique shop, trying to catch up with "Jackie Chan" (Saint).

However, the Holy Lord had already vanished without a trace.

"Where...where did he go?" Tru stared blankly at the empty street.

The old man's gaze suddenly turned towards the city center, to that heavily protected area that ordinary people could not approach—the headquarters of District 13!

No! It's not District 13! It's somewhere much deeper!
In the old man's mind, some vague memories of ancient legends and forbidden places flashed by.

"The history books!" the old man exclaimed in shock, his face filled with unprecedented terror. "He's going to rewrite history!"

"Quick! Tru! We have to get there right now!"

……

Meanwhile, in a mysterious space protected by layers of magical barriers and modern technology, a huge, ancient, and weighty book, exuding the aura of time, floats silently in mid-air.

The pages are made of some unknown material, shimmering with iridescent light, and record all the events that have happened and will happen since the birth of the universe.

This is the history book of the years.

The figure of "Jackie Chan" (the Holy Lord) quietly appeared in this space.

He stared at the book before him, which contained the ultimate secrets of the universe, his crimson eyes filled with greed and fanaticism.

"Finally...found it!"

He reached out, his fingertips gathering dark flame magic, and gently traced a line across the smooth spine of the book.

Om-!
The annals of history emitted a faint hum, as if sensing the external erosion.

The pages turned automatically, revealing the page that recorded the "Age of Demons".

The Holy Lord picked up a pen that seemed to be formed from starlight and dipped it in some kind of ink that exuded the aura of time.

He took a deep breath, a twisted smile on his face, and began to write on the pages.

As his pen moved, the text that originally read "The Eight Great Demons were sealed in Hell by the Eight Immortals" began to blur and distort, eventually being replaced by new text:

Eight great demons, never sealed away. The dark lord, eternally ruling the mortal realm…

As the words emerged, an invisible force, powerful enough to overturn reality, began to ripple.

The Holy Lord could sense that the real world was changing as he wrote!
His smile grew even more maniacal.

He continued to wield his pen, preparing to completely erase that name that haunted the hearts of all demons like a nightmare:

That mortal named Lin Tian...

His pen hovered, filled with deep-seated hatred, about to fall!

"stop!"

Just then, a clear and sweet shout rang out!

A small figure rushed in like lightning; it was Xiaoyu, who had been brought here at top speed by her father and Tru using magic along the way!
Xiaoyu saw that Shendu (Jackie Chan) was writing something. Although she didn't know what it was, her intuition told her that it was definitely not a good thing!
Without thinking, she pounced on him!

"Little girl?!" The Holy Lord was startled by this sudden turn of events and instinctively tried to wave his hand to push her away.

But Xiaoyu's target was not him, but that history book that exuded the aura of time!
Tsk-!
At the critical moment, Xiaoyu's little hand managed to tear a small piece off the edge of the seemingly indestructible book page!

The fragment was only the size of a fingernail, yet it shimmered with a strange light, as if it contained some independent fragment of time.

"Damn it!" The Holy Lord was furious when he saw the pages of the book were torn!
To tamper with history is to defy fate, fraught with immense risk and uncertainty. Now, with parts of the book damaged, who knows what unforeseen consequences this might trigger?!

He dared not continue writing, fearing it would trigger unpredictable backlash.

The Holy Lord abruptly stopped writing, trying to snatch the fragment from Xiaoyu's hand!

However, it was too late!
The instant he stopped writing, the instant the words he had written became completely solidified!

Om-! ! !
The annals of history burst forth with an unprecedented and dazzling brilliance!

That light was no longer a soft, shimmering glow, but rather a terrifying force filled with chaos, distortion, and the power to tear reality apart!
The words that the Holy Lord had just written seemed to come alive, transforming into black chains that instantly bound the entire space!

"Do not--!"

As soon as Dad and Tru rushed into the space, they saw this horrifying scene and gasped in shock!

The blinding light devoured everything!
Time, space, reality...

At this moment, everything seemed to be completely overturned!

When the light faded, the once mysterious and solemn space had vanished.

Instead, a completely unfamiliar scene appeared. (End of Chapter)