Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 260 The Ganges Dries Up (Part 2)

"Father, no trace of the Holy Lord has been found."

India's border.

Xiaoyu, holding a compass, flew through a forest, reporting something to her father.

The Ganges River is of paramount importance to India.

Let's not even talk about what it's suppressing underneath.

Even without the suppression of anything, if the Ganges River disappears, 40% of India's arable land will lose moisture, affecting the food supply of at least 400 million people. Then, all the Indians who depend on the Ganges for their livelihood will lose their jobs.

What followed was a water crisis, the collapse of the groundwater system, and the disruption of the food chain.

A series of factors could have crippled India, a country with a large population.

Given the immense impact, Father will not leave India until the potential threat is resolved and the Riktajeba Sutra is sealed away. He will also make every effort to actively pursue the Riktajeba Sutra.

After Xiaoyu flew by.

In the jungle.

The two figures silently looked up at the sky.

The Holy Lord's eyes grew increasingly cold.

"Walk."

The little demon dragon nodded, holding a silver grain of rice enveloped in black mist in its hand. It followed beside the Holy Lord, its body becoming transparent and disappearing once again.

Shortly afterward, the girl who had just disappeared reappeared and stopped above the jungle.

She glanced at the compass in her hand, shook it, and looked thoughtful.

After a long silence, she asked, "Father, do you think it's possible that the detection magic has failed? If it's confirmed to be the Holy Lord, then he might have mastered a more advanced magic."

Xiaoyu wouldn't normally have had any doubts about her father's magical abilities.

However, the sky during the Howling Wind era told her that the founder of magic was the Holy Lord.

Previously, Shendu was only stripped of his wisdom; who knows when he will regain it? So it's possible that Shendu could possess any kind of magic.

Listening to her father's description, Xiaoyu clicked her tongue.

Indeed, apart from the magic for tracking Riktajeba and the magic for tracking dragons, they have no other magic left.

Instead of searching blindly, why not try using a compass? You might just find the Holy Lord!

Thinking it over, Xiaoyu started flying again.

At the same time, the earth began to be eroded by shadows.

They secretly helped Xiaoyu find the Holy Lord.

After all, her father had said that even though she now controlled the Shadow's power, she should use it as little as possible.

Shadows can invade the mind; using them too much is not good.

However, Xiaoyu felt that there shouldn't be anything wrong with it.

Perhaps simply controlling the power of shadows will cause problems.

But now, she has three powers within her body, and if she uses them in rotation, their influences will cancel each other out.

Therefore, Xiaoyu does not reject the use of the Shadow Authority.

Time passed little by little.

Neither shadow nor magic could find any trace of the Holy Lord.

Xiaoyu originally thought that this would be as peaceful as the previous month.

But not long after she returned to her post.

A protective barrier placed along the Ganges River has been activated!
brush~
Almost instantly.

Old Man, Jackie Chan, Tru, and Mohaji all appeared with her on the edge of the Ganges.

The protective domain instantly enveloped the Ganges River region, but nothing was discovered.
"Dad."

Jackie Chan shook his head solemnly at his father, his mood growing increasingly heavy.

Whether it's the Gate of Demons or the Ganges River.

It seems they were all on the defensive. And while the Demon Gate was manageable, the Ganges River was over two thousand kilometers long. If the Holy Lord wanted to, he didn't know how he could possibly defend against it.

A slight sense of powerlessness made Jackie Chan feel somewhat irritable.

But this irritability came quickly and went quickly.

They are human, and they must help when human beings are in trouble. On this point alone, they must do their best.

It would be best to find the Holy Lord, but even if we can't find him in the end, we must still prevent him from achieving his goals.

The old man's expression also turned somewhat solemn. If the restriction had been triggered, it meant that the Holy Lord had indeed arrived in India, and had even appeared at the edge of the Ganges River just now.

but now.
Does he have any way to defend against the Holy Lord?

Yes, it definitely exists.

The Ganges is indeed very long, but the sealed area is only the section downstream where Mahaji lives.

However, their intention was to protect the entire Ganges River and intercept it before God threw the Riktajeba into the Ganges.

This is difficult.

Before Dad could say anything...

A strong sense of unease welled up in their hearts.

Without a second thought, the old man led his group to the upper reaches of the Ganges in an instant.

A vast amount of magic permeated this filthy riverbed.

But it didn't work.

hum~
Hua Hua Hua~
The Ganges River trembled slightly, and then the massive river surged wildly, the water level visibly dropping as it all rushed downstream.

Mohaji was stunned, staring blankly at the scene.

"It's over."

He murmured something, then looked at his father without hesitation: "Take me back, quick!"

Rumble~
Panic began to spread among the people around them. For India, the disappearance of the Ganges was like the sky falling.

The residents, the military and police who already knew everything, and the media who were constantly monitoring the situation all erupted in gasps of surprise at this moment, followed by panic.

The number of viewers surged dramatically across various live streams.

There are all kinds of comments.

In order to calm the panic and dispel the rumors of potential problems with the Ganges River, the Indian side naturally suggested that Jackie Chan could protect India.

What they were seeing now suddenly intensified the Indians' dissatisfaction with Jackie Chan.

With the instigation of some cults, people's will has become somewhat skewed for a time.

Fortunately, there were options to mute people and set keywords, and the dissatisfaction gradually disappeared. Of course, it didn't really disappear, but at least the mouths of the live stream chat were silenced.

The old man's eyes were full of displeasure.

Informing the authorities is essential, since the sudden disappearance of the Ganges is different from a disappearance that is planned and has a rescue operation.

From the moment that neither Daddy nor Mohaji could track down the Riktajeba Sutra, and learned that the suppressing object below was related to Shendu, Daddy was not very confident in defending against Shendu.

After all, the Ganges is too big.
It was also excessively filthy.

In the extraordinary era, the power of corruption can erode some protective formations of justice.

The old man's teleportation magic was activated again, taking the group back downstream.

The river water here is also constantly dropping, and an enormous black altar, which is incredibly huge and shines with an extremely filthy light, is constantly bulging upwards from the bottom of the river.

The ground in the area trembled continuously, houses in the long-emptied residential areas collapsed one after another, and smoke and dust covered the sky in the city.

Some Indians who had secretly returned to try and steal something cried for help in the ruins.

Tru's expression changed slightly, as if he had recalled some unpleasant memories. Without hesitation, he flew over directly.

As Mohaji watched Tru's retreating figure, his murky eyes gradually filled with determination. He turned around and walked step by step toward the enormous altar covered in black slime.

The old man frowned.

Before he could make a move, Jackie Chan's protective power stopped Mohaji: "Mr. Mohaji, that area is too filthy; you'll die if you go there."

Mohaji paused for a moment, then smiled and looked at Jackie Chan: "Mr. Chan, that is my mission."

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, then asked very seriously, "Are you saying you have a way to avoid these impurities?"

Mohaji nodded and answered without hesitation, "Of course." He repeated, "This is my mission."

Jackie Chan's power has been restored, and he no longer hinders Haji.

With his spiritual energy attached to his body, the mind wizard flew rapidly toward the enormous altar, his eyes filled with an increasingly resolute expression.

As he flew to the top of the tall altar, the altar, which was still rising, suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the filth of the entire Ganges began to converge on the spirit wizard.

Jackie Chan's expression changed, and he immediately went to save the person.

But the next moment, he was stopped by his father, whose expression was complicated.

Jackie Chan turned to his father, puzzled, and said, "He'll die."

"It's hopeless."

The old man shook his head, looking at the mind wizard on the altar with a complicated expression, who was gradually being enveloped by dark, filthy power.

hum~
A peculiar aura suddenly appeared.

Amidst the fiery clouds brought by the setting sun, a giant dragon seemed to be faintly visible.

The dragon slowly lowered its eyes to look at the altar shrouded in filth.

hum~
The entire altar trembled violently, as if something that was originally restrained was about to break free.

But the next moment, the mind wizard seemed to grasp something.

The tremors abruptly stopped, and the surrounding foul energy surged in even faster.

As you move up the Ganges, the air gradually becomes fresher.

The ultimate power of filth suddenly began to gather.

The mind wizard's once pure heart began to rapidly become tainted.

As Jackie Chan watched this scene, his sense of powerlessness grew heavier. How could this be?
He's definitely beyond saving; he shouldn't have believed Haji's words.
How come he can't protect anyone?
Reflecting on the past month together, Jackie Chan closed his eyes, looked at the giant dragon in the sky, and his killing intent in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Xiaoyu, standing beside her, also had a cold expression; she was no less intent to kill the demon.

However, unlike Jackie Chan and the others who were angry, Mohaji was not panicked and did not show much emotion.

In fact, just like his father, he had already prepared for failure from the moment he discovered that it was the Holy Lord who had taken the Riktajeba.

That's a demon lord!
Once the most powerful being, though now fallen from grace, the Demon Lord is still the Demon Lord.

It can be defeated, but it will always bring casualties to people.

However, as a mind wizard who is not yet a grand mage, if he can destroy the legendary weapon of the fire demon, he will have accomplished something that countless predecessors of his lineage have not been able to do.

Wouldn't it be enough to die without regrets?

Perhaps he deserves a prominent place in the annals of history?
Moreover, he hasn't let the tradition end.
Mohaji glanced in the direction of his home. With their hearts aligned, they no longer needed to abide by the ancient covenant. The people from the school should have arrived by now, right?
Thinking it over, he stopped being distracted, turned around, and walked step by step toward the core of the altar, channeling his already corrupted spiritual and mental energy.

They were poured together into the altar.
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Meanwhile, inside India.

There is unrest everywhere, with people protesting in the streets and constantly shouting: "Give us back the Ganges!"

The surrounding area was in chaos, and the prepared suppression force seemed somewhat insufficient at this moment.

Smoke, flames, and shouts soared into the sky.

In one of these chaotic situations, in a house.

A massive array was trembling incessantly.

Pushing open the door, the demon dragon looked at the Holy Lord sitting in the middle of the formation without any surprise.

This is the first plan we prepared.

That is, the moment the demonic artifact appears, strengthen the connection between the Holy Lord and the artifact, forcibly take away the bait on the hook, and then hide to take the initiative.

If this works, that would be great; if not, there's always a second option.

They haven't been idle this past month.

The little demon dragon leaned against the window, watching the riot outside with a somewhat vacant look in its eyes.

He didn't know if the Holy Lord's plan would work, but he was vaguely hoping for something.

After reading the Riktajeba Sutra, my old man is going to have a showdown with the humans and the beings behind them, the legendary gods.

The old man's wisdom is recovering faster and faster; he can actually see everything clearly.

The gods could not tolerate such a high-ranking existence and tried to lure him out with a demonic artifact, so that the so-called destiny would eliminate the demon.

Then a new era will arrive.

The Holy Lord could certainly choose to throw away the Riktajeba Sutra and abandon the magical artifact, then this time it wouldn't affect them at all.

but.
That would mean losing a unique opportunity.

The little demon dragon glanced back at the increasingly serious-looking Holy Lord, then turned back to look out the window.

The sunset on the horizon is so beautiful, just like it was a thousand years ago.

The devilish little dragon's eyes held even greater complexity.

The old man was a complicated fellow. He had previously appeared stingy and cowardly, as if he could tolerate anything.

This time, however, their stance was frighteningly tough.

He told himself that the Book of Rictajeba still contained the aura of destiny, and that these destinys were very strange.

He can only be banned for one month.

Unless destroyed, the accumulation of destiny will reach its peak in a month and will inevitably be leaked.

But this is the key, connected to the great formation. Destroying it with great effort would have the same effect as throwing it into the Ganges.

This indicates that in this destiny, the Holy Lord's magical artifacts were also considered objects that had to be destroyed.

Therefore, they must eat this bait.

Not eating is tantamount to a slow death.

Because as long as the Holy Lord is around, this kind of fishing-like tactic, which weakens the Fire Demon, will continue to appear.

They ate everything they had prepared before, including the magical artifacts and the divine trump cards that the demons had previously used.

The Holy Lord, who lacks nothing, might be able to pull those fishing gods directly into the sea and make them part of it.

At that time, the polarities will reverse, and the destiny that the gods have laid out for so long will be directed at the stronger being, namely the gods themselves.

In that time, evil will be the future!

The only future!
Only God corresponds to the devil!

The same applies to the reverse.
The only counterpart to God is the devil!
Boom~
A tremendous energy surged around them, and flames exploded like a gas cylinder, tearing the roof off the building.

This also ignited the crowd outside, and the conflict escalated again.

The little demon dragon blocked the flames with one hand and looked into them.

The middle-aged man with the scar had bloodshot eyes and blood at the corner of his mouth. His gaze was cold and indifferent. He calmly said, "Go back. The bait on the hook is very tight. I'll go see if his fishing rod is stiff enough to catch a real dragon."

The Holy Lord vanished in flames.

The little demon dragon paused for a moment, recalling a sentence the Holy Lord had said when he described it to him.

I think I understand Zhou Lan back then; some things are pointless to drag on.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

With a raised hand, the surrounding flames rapidly converged, forming a teleportation array.

The little devil dragon went inside.

The scene before them kept changing, and when it solidified again, they had arrived at an underground base in the Eagle Kingdom.

In the underground base, at the center of a magma array, a huge, transparent dragon egg was already throbbing slightly. Eleven animals around it were restless, but even the yak, which represented the power of the Holy Force, could not break free from its nose ring.

Above the dragon egg, drops of liquid containing powerful energy dripped continuously, becoming the amniotic fluid of the egg, which was constantly absorbed by the soulless dragon.

The little demon dragon felt the immense fire gathering around it.

Scenes from the past month flashed through my mind.

A complex murmur: "Father."

This "father" was the most sincere "father" he had ever uttered in over a thousand years since his birth.

He looked at the formation, sensed the outside atmosphere, and quietly waited for something.

"You will not fail. I will always be your prince."

(End of this chapter)