American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Just like this desolate reef island in front of us, a few half-collapsed rocks lean against each other, supporting a small space below. Although the area is only half the size of a basketball court, it is enough to shelter us from the wind and rain and keep us away from people's eyes.

A small fluorescent lamp, placed on a damp rock, illuminated several boxes of smuggled goods and two figures lying on the ground.

"Clap!"

A body dressed in dirty camouflage clothing and wearing a black headscarf was thrown into the water.

The corpse had a face full of scars, making a ferocious scream, and its stiff fingers were still firmly gripping a worn-out AK until the very end, indicating that it had tried its best to resist.

However, not all enemies in this world can be dealt with using human weapons, like the coast guard or customs enforcement teams.

Millions of years of surging waves have sculpted the reefs into sharp, knife-like surfaces, yet at this moment, a pair of bare feet stepped onto them as if they were nothing but soft sand, causing one great concern for them.

However, when the brown foot with its delicate skin was removed, what remained was not dripping blood, but clumps of churning water and foam.

However, this extraordinary sight failed to attract even a few well-informed bystanders.

"Madam, you haven't answered everyone's questions yet."

A strange voice, neither male nor female, entered my ears.

"Why get involved and help mortals spread rumors about the secret realm?"

Heavy snow, struggling... Ugh, I don't know if I'll have time to write today (￣.￣)

Chapter 181 Prelude to the Adventure, The Tide Rises

As if she hadn't heard her companion's question, her beautiful brown feet swung out, lightly stepping over sharp rocks, wading through broken corals and shells, and slowly walking to a collapsed rock wall. She stretched out her hands, which were flowing with shimmering water, and gently stroked them.

"History really does come full circle. More than 300 years have passed, and this reef island is almost submerged in the water, yet it has once again become a haven for pirates."

A calm and gentle female voice, like a tranquil harbor, rang out, her words filled with emotion.

The rounded heel paused slightly, and a yellow light flashed from a deep crack in the ground. Something the size of a beer bottle cap floated up and landed in the palm of the unknown woman.

The shimmering water washes away the grime and silt left on things over the long years, revealing their golden essence.

Holding the ancient Spanish gold coin bearing a shield and cross, the woman's tone revealed a hint of melancholy.

"Mountains of gold and silver have vanished without a trace, the mighty ships that once cleaved the waves have turned into rotten logs in the deep sea, and the names that once resounded throughout the seven seas have also disappeared into thin air..."

"Honorable Lady Ocean, perhaps you could pause for a moment to reminisce about the past and clear up the doubts in our hearts."

"...Our strength hasn't fully recovered yet, why are you in such a hurry to get involved in the opening of Teotihuacan?"

When he asked again, the strange voice, though gentle and polite, also revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

The speaker thought he had been tactful enough, but he seemed to have forgotten that his companion's eccentric temper was like the sea before him, calm as a mirror one moment and raging torrents the next.

Are you... questioning me?

The tranquil and beautiful harbor suddenly transformed into a deep ocean shrouded in dark clouds, with the faint sound of raging tides echoing within this small pirate hideout.

On the surrounding rocks and the ground, colorful seashells appeared out of nowhere.

The pearly white mother-of-pearl, the delicate giant clam shell, the orange-brown whelk, and the flame abalone shimmering with a metallic luster.

Fluorescent lights shone on the shellfish of various colors, scattering clusters of unique and beautiful halos.

The long, flowing dress, woven from dark green algae and seaweed, moved without wind. A circle of azure light swept across, illusory waves surged, and the humidity in the air suddenly increased tenfold. A heavy pressure enveloped her, making her feel as if she had been instantly dragged into the deep sea.

Such earth-shattering power could instantly crush ordinary people into dust, and it was enough to make most of the self-proclaimed superior extraordinary powerhouses tremble and kneel down.

But none of the figures standing there showed the slightest fear.

In an instant, a soul-stirring wave rose up and transformed into a canopy that descended upon the heavens.

A small town decorated with lanterns and colorful lights amidst the pristine white snow!

A bottomless abyss where all sorts of venomous snakes writhe and entwine!

A scorching inferno where lava flows and there's nowhere to step!

An ancient castle surrounded by a dark forest!

One after another, powerful forces of different attributes, but all of them incredibly strong, descended upon the scene, standing shoulder to shoulder with the surging illusory waves!

Although the powers of the ancient rulers who have been bathed in the glory of faith differ, their status is not superior or inferior!

"So... Madam, why are you in such a hurry to interfere with the official exploration of the secret realm?"

Not long ago, you were by that voodoo matriarch's side when you received power, right?

"Let me guess, are you planning to use members of the Voodoo Cult to infiltrate the secret realm?"

The strange voice asked for the third time as if nothing had happened, but this time it carried a sacred and firm tone. Although it was still gentle, it was clearly not something to be refused.

Like the fluctuating emotions of its master, the illusory waves roared, sobbed, and trembled, before finally disappearing after a long silence.

“I sensed the aura of the seventh source, which is located within Teotihuacan.”

The woman's voice returned to calm, as if a ship had sailed out of a terrifying storm and arrived at a peaceful dock.

"It should be inside that sea monster octopus. It was once one of the guardian beasts of Teotihuacan. Later, I subdued it and gave it to David Jones. When I went into slumber, it returned to the secret realm."

"You've already lost one of the sealed artifacts, I'll go get this one myself!" The woman's words revealed a hint of annoyance.

"As for the Lady Mary of New Orleans, her lineage of voodoo practitioners was originally left behind by me when I transformed into a witch in the Caribbean 300 years ago. It is a pleasant surprise that it has been passed down to this day."

Since I possessed most of the true names of the spirits she served, it didn't take much effort for me to 'convince' her.

"Look, wouldn't it be better to just talk things out openly?" The strange voice seemed quite satisfied with the other party's reply, and all the strange phenomena disappeared.

"Your Excellency, please remember that we are now one, bound together by a common destiny. Humanity today is not like it was in your time, trembling in fear of the forces of nature, cowering in the temples of city-states in supplication. To reclaim our former crown as soon as possible, we must unite..."

"Your Highness Azazel..." The strange voice suddenly changed direction and called out to a dark red figure beside him.

"...You agree, don't you?"

His voice was ambiguous, as if he were laughing, but it clearly had a hidden meaning.

Caught off guard by his sudden attack, the dark red figure moved, causing the air to distort and tremble with the intense fel energy. He could only helplessly reply:

"I have no intention of hiding anything; in fact, I am preparing to discuss this with you all..."

Now that I've joined the Shadow of the Old Ones and formed an alliance with everyone, I've decided to change my plans and eliminate those two brats with the bloodlines of Heaven and Hell ahead of time, lest they grow out of control."

"Of course you can, that's your right. I just want to give you a small reminder: please stay behind the scenes and let the servants handle things. The alliance's current goal is to recover its strength as soon as possible. We are not yet able to deal with the siege of everyone."

The strange voice in the darkness politely expressed its agreement.

“What you said is exactly what I was thinking. This matter will be handled by family members and believers. I will not risk being discovered by showing myself.”

The dark red figure nodded, its two dim yellow eyes gleaming.

"Then I wish you success in devouring their bloodline and washing away the dust from your wings as soon as possible..."

The conversation ended, the figures dispersed one by one, leaving behind a deep darkness.

An elderly man in a black vest emerged from the side, clutching an old-fashioned top hat, and asked in a puzzled tone.

“Master, even a dull old man like me can see that Lady Ocean did not tell the whole truth. Why did you and the other princes let it go so easily?”

A strange voice sighed.

"Director Dark, you yourself said that they are a group of proud and arrogant princes..."

Each of them has their own thoughts and ideas, so trying to bring them together is really quite difficult.

I can glean some insight into the Sea Lady's purpose from the realm of "True Knowledge." She's undoubtedly eyeing the legacy of the Aztec gods. The secret realm is shaped like an island, and islands are one of her domains; that's why she secluded herself nearby years ago.

Darkness gathered like flowing water, transforming into a nun's habit of wearing a black dress with a white collar.

"If she wants to go, let her go; there's no need to interfere."

As for our work, we carry the shadows of the past, and occasionally we must absorb the power of the new era. I've recently been observing a very interesting little bat; if I have the chance, I might want to get to know it…”

"Besides..." He smiled meaningfully.

"It wasn't just her who sent her family and relatives..."

"A lost divine realm—I'm quite interested in that too!"

Chapter 182 Prelude to the Adventure, Robbery

If the blazing sun overhead was struggling to hold up in September, then as October arrived, it inevitably began to show signs of weakness in the face of the changing seasons.

A slight chill boldly permeated the realm of the Sun King, spreading from night into dawn and dusk.

Zhu Mingyao got up early, stood in front of the bedroom window, and closed his eyes to breathe in the rising sun.

With each breath, a faint purple hue seemed to condense between his mouth and nose.

The purple hue grew stronger, from barely perceptible to as faint as smoke and mist.

Collecting the purple aura of dawn, a tradition passed down from ancient times, is an authentic skill of Xuanmen cultivation, which Zhu Mingyao has been diligently practicing over the years.

After finishing his practice, instead of inhaling into his abdomen to nourish his body and spirit as usual, he turned his head and opened his mouth to exhale.

A wisp of purple mist shot out and landed on a stick standing on the floor.

The stick is about three feet long and as thick as a walnut. It is sky blue with a hint of green, as if it had just been broken off a tree. The surface has faint raised patterns that resemble coiled dragons and snakes, forming naturally formed runes.

After the stick absorbed all the purple energy wrapped around it, its color gradually dimmed, turning into a bluish-black, and it became less conspicuous.

Zhu Mingyao pulled out the newly acquired staff, swung it a few times, channeled his true qi into it, and tried casting a few spells. He nodded in satisfaction.

Both the material and the quality of the refining process are several levels better than the original Ghost-Binding Peach Staff.

Besides a piece of Azure Dragon Wood, the senior members also contributed a lot of precious auxiliary materials, showing that they attached great importance to this exploration mission.

He assessed its power and texture, confirming that using it to freely cast the [Dragon Transformation Spell] would not damage its spiritual energy. It had already surpassed the Cold Iron Sword Pill, becoming the most powerful equipment he currently possessed.

In addition to the Yaksha demon general, the several large talismans that the teacher sent back from Maoshan, the spirit official's golden seal that had been charged with incense and vows at the temple, and other miscellaneous ritual objects...

Zhu Mingyao counted on his fingers for a while, feeling that there should be no omissions, and began to stuff the items into the treasure bag one by one.

The official opening date of the secret realm is still being kept secret, but according to the information we've received, it should be within a week. He packed his belongings today to avoid any last-minute scrambling.

Personnel from various organizations who were sent to participate in the exploration have arrived in Los Angeles over the past few days and are awaiting official instructions regarding the operation.

Everyone has their own information channels, and they found out early on that there were restrictions on the ability and age of those who could enter. Therefore, the people they sent were all their own rising stars, most of whom had attended the last social gathering and were basically familiar faces.

For example, the two girls from the Sisterhood of Witches were Madison and Zoe. As former comrades-in-arms, he and Michelle, who was taking a break from work, had a meal together and made a promise to help each other during the operation.