Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

As dusk settled, the orange-red afterglow slanted through the dusty glass windows of Old Man's Antique Shop, casting its light on the yellowed scrolls and the dazzling array of antique ornaments.

The air was filled with a scent that blended sandalwood, old wood, and a faint magical aroma.

Lin Yao squatted in front of a long table covered with dark red velvet, his fingertips carefully brushing over a talisman engraved with a rat-shaped pattern.

A cool sensation spread from my fingertips, and a faint yet pure power quietly surged within me.

On the other side, the old man squinted his weathered eyes, his gaze falling on the twelve talismans spread out, a complex light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Tsk tsk, the Holy Lord's power is indeed well-deserved."

The old man's voice carried a hint of emotion as his aged fingers gently touched the talisman engraved with a dragon.

"The twelve talismans correspond to the twelve zodiac animals, and each one contains a primordial power."

The rat's ability to transform stillness into movement, the ox's immense strength, the tiger's balance of yin and yang...

The combined power of these twelve forces constitutes the pinnacle of the Fire Demon Lord's power.

Lin Yao nodded slightly, moved his fingertips away from the dragon talisman, and picked up a rabbit talisman instead.

In an instant, a light force enveloped his fingertips, as if even the weight of his body had been reduced.

He could clearly sense that the power contained within the talisman was extraordinary; it was a power originating from the depths of the world's rules, pure and domineering.

"Indeed powerful."

Lin Yao said in a low voice, his tone filled with admiration.

"However, this power is probably not so easy to control. Using it with talismans is merely using a tool, not mastering it."

Upon hearing this, the old man paused in stroking his beard, his expression turning serious.

"You're right. The Holy Lord's power is immense, but it's also extremely dangerous."

The slightest misstep could lead to its wrath.

He looked up at Lin Yao, his gaze filled with a mixture of inquiry and concern.

"Lin Yao, you are the child I watched grow up. I know you have many secrets."

Those methods were neither magic nor demonic power; they were quite strange.

But I can see that you are determined to completely control the power of these twelve talismans.

Before he could finish speaking, his father suddenly raised his hand and swiftly flicked Lin Yao's shoulder.

He had used this move on Jackie Chan quite often; it wasn't very forceful, but it carried a warning meaning.

Lin Yao was prepared, and upon hearing his father's words, he noticed the commotion behind him.

With a slight shift of her body and a light step back, she narrowly avoided her father's swinging hand.

Looking at his father, Lin Yao gave a helpless smile: "Dad, you're still so skilled at this trick."

The old man withdrew his hand, his brows furrowing even more deeply, and his tone becoming increasingly solemn:

"Lin Yao, you must remember that power is a double-edged sword."

While you covet it, it is also constantly tempting you to fall into depravity.

The power of demons is not so easy to control.

Lin Yao straightened up, his smile gradually fading, and he nodded seriously to his father:

"Dad, I understand what you mean."

However, a hint of confidence flashed deep in his eyes.

He was no longer the naive and ignorant boy he once was. Since opening the Star Palace, it had become his strongest support.

The power contained within the palace is far more vast and boundless than these twelve talismans, with an absurdly high minimum guarantee.

The allure of the mere twelve talismans was not enough to make him lose his way.

However, he couldn't say these things to his father directly, so he could only keep them to himself.

Seeing his sincere attitude, the old man nodded, then turned back to continue studying the talismans on the table, muttering incantations under his breath:

"The power of magic deserves reverence..."

Outside the antique shop, in a secluded alley, a figure dressed in a black robe stood quietly.

The black robe was wide, completely enveloping his figure, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with greed.

He was Daolong, an ambitious dark magician.

Just now, when Lin Yao was fighting Valon, which was controlled by the Holy Lord, the aftershocks of the power that swept across the world were captured by the passing Blade Dragon.

He stood in the shadows of the alley, sensing the lingering magical fluctuations in the air, his eyes suddenly widening.

"This is... the power of the Twelve Talismans of the Holy Lord!"

Dao Long's voice was filled with disbelief and shock. He was all too familiar with the Holy Lord's power; he would never mistake that domineering power of fire.

But then he felt another completely different force.

That power was both powerful and mysterious.

It is neither like magic, nor like the power possessed by the Eight Great Demons or even the Eight Immortals, yet it can rival the power of the Twelve Talismans.

They even seem to have the upper hand.

"What kind of power is this?"

Daolong's heart pounded, and the greed in his eyes grew even stronger.

In all his years of life, he had never seen such a strange power.

Could it be that this is some unknown divine power that has never been known to the world?

Once the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't suppress it any longer. Daolong stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, his gaze fixed intently on the direction of his father's antique shop.

Following the trail of that mysterious power, he already had a plan in mind.

Find the person who possesses this power, test them, and if the opportunity arises, seize this power for yourself.

At that time, he will become the most powerful magician in the world, unmatched by anyone!

Daolong's figure flashed through the shadows of the alley, leaving only a wisp of black mist that quietly dissipated into the air.

Instead of barging into the antique shop, he chose to lie in wait nearby, observing the shop's every move and waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

……

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto the floor of Old Man's Antique Shop, dispelling the chill of the night.

Lin Yao got up early, and after washing up, he went straight to the long table where the talismans were placed.

He held in his hand a magic book that his father had collected; the pages were yellowed and filled with obscure and difficult-to-understand runes.

He flipped through the spellbook, comparing it with the talismans on the table, pausing every now and then, his brow furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

Before he knew it, the sun was high in the sky, and his stomach rumbled. Only then did Lin Yao realize that he had been researching all morning and hadn't even had breakfast yet.

He put down the magic book in his hand, stretched, and turned to walk towards the restaurant.

As soon as Lin Yao reached the corner of the corridor, he saw a familiar little figure.

Xiaoyu was squatting on the ground, her back to him, holding a sticker in her hand, carefully sticking it onto the sole of her foot.

Lin Yao stopped in his tracks instinctively, his gaze falling on the sticker.

It was a black sticker with a hideous demon image printed on it, its lines twisted and giving off an eerie aura.

Lin Yao recognized it at a glance; it was the demon tattoo from the original story that could summon the Shadow Legion!

Xiaoyu seemed to hear footsteps behind her, her body stiffened abruptly, and she stopped moving.

Her shoulders shrugged slightly as she cautiously turned her head, a hint of panic in her large eyes.

She originally thought the person who came was Jackie Chan or her father.

If they find out, I'll definitely get a scolding.

But when she saw that the person who came was Lin Yao, the panic in her big, frightened eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a relaxed smile.

She patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief: "That scared me to death! I thought it was Uncle Long!"

As she spoke, Xiaoyu lowered her head again and firmly stuck the devil sticker onto the sole of her foot.

Only then did he stand up, proudly raising his chin at Lin Yao, his tone tinged with a hint of arrogance:

"Brother Lin Yao, look at this sticker I've put on you, isn't it super cool?"

Lin Yao's lips twitched as he looked at her smug expression, and he couldn't help but think to himself:

This little girl is really carefree; she just casually stuck this devilish pattern on her body without worrying about causing any trouble.

His face remained expressionless. He stepped forward, his gaze falling on the devil pattern on the sole of Xiaoyu's foot. He nodded and praised her, echoing her words:

"Yeah, it really looks good and has a lot of personality."

Hearing Lin Yao's praise, Xiao Yu's eyes lit up even more, and her smile became even brighter.

Seeing her happy expression, Lin Yao had a sudden thought. He raised his hand and gently touched the devil pattern on the sole of Xiao Yu's foot with his fingertips.

His fingertips contained a trace of the power of a star palace, and he tried to erase the pattern.

But as soon as their fingertips touched the pattern, they felt a powerful magical resistance.

The resistance was incredibly strong, and no matter how much power he exerted, he couldn't budge it in the slightest.

Lin Yao frowned slightly and withdrew his hand.

It seems that to remove this demonic pattern, a suitable magical potion is needed; his power alone is insufficient.

But upon further reflection, Lin Yao felt relieved.

Xiaoyu's identity is extraordinary; she is the reincarnation of a Saint Seiya, possessing the power of a Saint Seiya within her. A mere demon tattoo is not enough to pose any threat to her.

What's more, he has Jackie Chan, the chosen one, and his father, the powerful magician, by his side.

In the original story, Xiaoyu was unharmed despite having this tattoo, so there's even less to worry about now that he's here.

Having figured this out, Lin Yao stopped worrying. He looked at Xiaoyu and smiled, "Come on, Xiaoyu, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up at the mention of delicious food, but then her face fell, and she said dejectedly, "But... I still have to go to school."

"Go to school?" Lin Yao raised an eyebrow and waved his hand dismissively. "Hey, what's the point of going to school? I'm not going today. I'll take you out for a nice meal. Don't worry, I've already taken care of things at school."

He paused, then added, "If Jackie Chan or your dad dares to scold you, just say it was my idea, and I'll take responsibility for everything."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu's eyes widened instantly, her dejection replaced by immense joy. She stared at Lin Yao, as if she couldn't believe her ears: "Really?!"

Skipping class openly and legitimately was something she never dared to even dream of before!

Seeing her overjoyed expression, Lin Yao smiled and nodded, "Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"

"marvelous!"

Xiaoyu cheered and jumped up excitedly, grabbing Lin Yao's arm with a bright smile on her face.

As the two approached the antique shop, a chilly gust of wind carrying fallen leaves suddenly swept towards them, causing Lin Yao to instinctively stop in his tracks.

His brows furrowed suddenly, and a strange sense of being watched rose in his heart.

This aura seemed to be the complete opposite of the magical power emanating from his father.

"Who?"

Lin Yao's voice turned cold as he shielded Xiao Yu behind him and scanned the surroundings.

On the other side, seemingly realizing they had been discovered, a figure in black robes slowly emerged from the shadows at the street corner.

The figure was thin and gaunt, dressed in a black robe. It was Dao Long who had found an opportunity to track Lin Yao down when he was alone.

At this moment, Dao Long wore a strange smile, his gaze fixed on Lin Yao as if he were examining a rare treasure:

"Young man, I never expected you to possess such power at such a young age. You were the one who fought the Holy Lord's power yesterday, weren't you?"

Lin Yao's eyes narrowed. He recognized Dao Long. He hadn't expected him to come looking for him.

"You bastard..."

This is the dark magician who defeated my father's master.

While it might be due to the balance of righteous and evil energies in "Jackie Chan Adventures," it also demonstrates the magician's immense power.

The villains in the Talisman arc and the Shadow Legion arc are of extremely high quality.

"You seem to know me."

Dao Long shrugged, his tone tinged with greed.

"However, that's not important."

I'm only interested in the power you possess. What exactly is that power that's neither magic nor demonic?

"Why don't you hand it over, and I might spare your life."

"That's a good idea."

Lin Yao said softly, his power surging quietly within him, and the air around him seemed to freeze slightly.

Xiaoyu, who had been pulled behind Lin Yao, immediately poked her head out when she saw the commotion and said:

"You bastard, with me, T-Girl, around, don't even think about bullying Brother Lin Yao!"

Dao Long's gaze fell on Xiao Yu, and when he saw the demon pattern on the soles of her feet, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"The summoning symbol of the Shadow Legion? Interesting, very interesting! It seems that today, I will not only obtain that mysterious power, but also gain a queen of the Shadow Legion!"

Before he could finish speaking, Dao Long suddenly raised his hand, and a jet-black magic beam shot towards Lin Yao.

The beam of light whistled loudly, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be scorched with a black mark.

Lin Yao's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand to annihilate the magic beam.

Upon seeing this, Dao Long's pupils contracted, and the greed on his face intensified.

"Did you think you had me figured out?"

Seeing Daolong's appearance, Lin Yao raised his hand and clenched his fist, his power surging wildly as he prepared to attack.

Xiao Yu, who was being protected by Lin Yao, looked at the scene before her, and the demon pattern on the soles of her feet felt faintly hot.