Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

During this period, Lin Yao had been mentally prepared after encountering several big bosses from "Jackie Chan Adventures," such as Valmont, Blade Dragon, and Tara.

The trouble won't end easily.

Of course, some odds and ends also happened during this time.

For example, Tru, the big guy who came to San Francisco, did not join the Mafia because Valon and the others were imprisoned in District 13.

Instead, he went straight to joining Old Man's Antique Shop, which was quite a coincidence.

"Ring ring—ring ring—"

While Lin Yao was studying righteous magic and dark magic in his father's antique shop, a sudden phone call broke the tranquility of the shop.

Upon hearing the bell, Lin Yao, based on his intuition, felt that what he had predicted was about to happen.

On the other side, upon hearing the phone ring, the old man, clearly disturbed from his leisurely mood, frowned and put down his teacup.

Reaching for the phone, he spoke with a hint of impatience:

"Feed? This is Old Man's Antique Shop."

Tru's panting voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sirens of an alarm and chaotic shouts:

"Dad, District 13... District 13 has been invaded. Valon and the others... escaped. And—the talisman, they stole the talisman."

"What?!"

The old man suddenly raised his voice, his gray eyebrows furrowing sharply.

"All twelve talismans have been taken?!"

"As expected, it's the result of a balance between righteous and dark energies..."

Lin Yao thought to himself.

On the other end of the phone, Tru's voice was clearly panicked:

"Yes. They...they used some kind of device to blow open the vault door. We didn't even have time to react..."

The old man took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his voice still carried anger:

"True, explain the situation clearly."

Lin Yao listened to the intermittent reports over the phone and knew it was a botched operation by District Thirteen.

Despite being touted as the world's safest secret place, it's constantly being raided by the Black Hand Gang, seemingly easier than Jackie Chan and Jade getting in.

If all twelve talismans are gathered, then it must be the Holy Lord, right?

As for why the talismans weren't originally studied by Lin Yao and his father?

This was because Jackie Chan felt it wasn't safe to store it in his father's antique shop.

Antique shops are essentially just stores open to the public, with a considerable number of people coming and going every day.

In addition, Xiaoyu would occasionally sneak in and rummage through drawers and cabinets.

In Jackie Chan's opinion, this place is not suitable for storing such important things.

Therefore, he insisted on transferring the twelve talismans to the highest-security vault in District 13 for "deposit".

Actually, the reasons mentioned earlier are not important. The most important reason is that I don't want Xiaoyu to take it to play with.

In Jackie Chan's opinion, given Jade's personality, as long as the talismans are still in her father's antique shop, she will find a chance to dig them out sooner or later.

Then, under the guise of "saving the world" or "experiencing super power," they treat the talismans like toys and play with them.

If things get out of hand, it will be difficult to handle.

Lin Yao didn't object to this at the time, since it didn't matter where the talisman was placed, he could always take it back.

Even in the Holy Lord, it's the same.

So, at that time, Lin Yao simply smiled and said to Jackie Chan:

"Uncle Long, with the lax defenses of District 13, they might lose the talisman."

At the time, Jackie Chan disagreed. Although Lin Yao had previously demonstrated great strength, in his eyes he was still just a teenager and shouldn't be so arrogant.

"Xiao Yao, you can't underestimate people. District 13 is a legitimate international organization with the most advanced security system. It's not that easy for anything to happen to them."

Lin Yao didn't argue, he just smiled, his eyes conveying a sense of "whatever makes you happy."

He was not unaware of the strength of District 13.

With the support of the world's largest superpower, District Thirteen's strength is considerable.

But in the face of a real magician or demon with powerful magic, those so-called "state-of-the-art security measures" are often no different from paper.

However, now that Jackie Chan has been thoroughly humiliated, he probably won't insist on the idea that District 13 is the safest place anymore.

At that moment, after ending the phone call, Dad sighed heavily, plopped down in his chair, rubbed his forehead, and looked frustrated and helpless.

When Jackie Chan rushed to the antique shop, he was still covered in dust that he hadn't had time to wipe off, his jacket zipper was only half-zipped up, and his hair was a little messy.

It was obvious that they had run all the way here.

"Dad, I've received the message."

Jackie Chan was panting, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes filled with regret and self-reproach.

"I was careless. I thought District 13 was safe enough..."

Dad glared at him, then raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead.

"District 13? You think it's safe there? Daddy always said that true safety isn't about iron gates and cameras, it's about magic."

Jackie Chan winced as he was slapped, but dared not dodge, and could only rub his forehead with a wry smile:

"I know I was wrong, Dad. The most important thing now is that we have to figure out a way to get the talisman back from Valon and his gang."

Xiaoyu also rushed in from behind, her eyes filled with excitement and nervousness:

"The talisman was stolen? Does that mean we have to go on another adventure?!"

Seeing Xiaoyu's excited expression, Lin Yao was speechless.

As for the talisman, it's lost, it's lost, we can just get it back.

With his father and Jade as backup, Jackie Chan and District 13 can do whatever they want.

……

On the other side, perhaps because of the blows Lin Yao had dealt them, the Black Hand Gang and their crew were incredibly efficient.

Before the old man, Jackie Chan, and the others could fully react, they tried to take back the twelve talismans from the Black Hand Gang.

A powerful demonic aura had already begun to emerge in a corner of the city.

The sky seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow for a moment, and the air suddenly became scorching and oppressive.

It carried the scent of fire and destruction, as if it were about to burn the entire city to ashes.

Soon, a massive figure slowly appeared in mid-air.

This is a giant humanoid dragon covered in crimson gold scales.

It has curved horns on its head, cold, vertical amber pupils, exposed fangs, sharp claws, and broad, bat-like wings. Dark flames surround its body, giving it a ferocious and intimidating presence.

This is the Holy Lord, now restored to his full state.

The power of the twelve talismans intertwined and flowed within his body; with each breath, it felt as if magma was churning in his chest.

Upon regaining his full strength, the Holy Lord immediately located Lin Yao's direction and went straight to him, where he found Jackie Chan and his group.

Lin Yao was one of them.

Upon closer observation of Lin Yao, the Holy Lord realized that his previous observations were somewhat one-sided.

He could sense a terrifying fluctuation emanating from Lin Yao, a mixture of multiple power systems.

It was neither magic of this world nor any power he was familiar with.

It can be said that when he was still in a remnant soul state, he did not have a clear sense of this danger.

Now that he was in a winning state, and truly felt the dangerous aura emanating from Lin Yao up close, his vigilance was at its peak.

However, the Holy Lord was very confident in his own power, and even though he sensed Lin Yao's strength, he did not choose to flee.

"Humans... this time, I will not lose again."

The Holy Lord hovered in mid-air, his enormous dragon head slightly lowered, his scarlet pupils fixed on the figure on the street ahead, and a low roar emanated from his throat.

Lin Yao stood in the middle of the street, with the slightly old wooden door of his father's antique shop behind him.

Looking up at the Holy Lord in the sky, there was no surprise in his eyes, only an almost excited curiosity.

He was indeed very interested in the Holy Lord's use of the power of the twelve talismans in his full-power state.

In previous encounters, the Holy Lord was mostly in a remnant soul state, his power was severely limited, and even with the blessing of talismans, he was far from reaching his true peak.

Now, his opponent finally stands before him in full force; this is the truly worthy adversary.

However, seeing the Holy Lord's confused yet wary expression towards him...

The enormous dragon hovered slightly in the air, its claws unconsciously tightening, flames dancing at its fingertips, yet it hesitated to launch an attack.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"You've obtained the twelve talismans, yet you dare not make a move?"

The Holy Lord's pupils contracted, and the flames in his eyes leaped even more fiercely.

He certainly wanted to take action, to tear this human who had repeatedly thwarted his plans to pieces.

But his deepest intuition kept warning him that the human before him was more dangerous than he had imagined.

However, the Holy Lord was, after all, a fire demon who once ruled over a region, and his pride would not allow him to back down for long in front of a human.

He took a deep breath, and flames blazed around the Holy Lord, the light of the twelve talismans flickering within him.

Just as the Holy Lord hesitated, Lin Yao made his move first.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and intricate magatama patterns appeared deep within his black pupils, while a red light spread out from the depths of his eyes.

It was none other than the Reincarnation Mangekyou Sharingan.

"Susanoo."

The next second, purple pupil power surged out from Lin Yao's body, condensing into a huge warrior phantom behind him.

Complete Susanoo.

It was a giant tens of meters tall, its entire body a deep purple, its armor covered with fine patterns that flowed like the trajectories of stars.

The power of the stars mixed within Susanoo's body gave the originally pure purple a faint silver glow, presenting a purple-silver texture.

At the same time, another power within Lin Yao's body was also activated.

Ultraman Tiga's power of light.

Lin Yao chose the form that best enhanced combat power from the Tiga form and integrated it into Susanoo.

The original purplish-silver surface of Susanoo began to show streaks of bright red, like burning flames spreading across the armor.

The interplay of red, purple, and silver colors makes this complete Susanoo look both mysterious and terrifying.

The three-colored Susanoo slowly raised its head, golden light shining from the slits of its eyes beneath its helmet, facing the Holy Lord in the sky.

The glass on both sides of the street trembled slightly under this oppressive force, and the dust on the ground was stirred up by an invisible force, swirling in the wind.

The Holy Lord's red eyes flickered, and his huge dragon head tilted back slightly, revealing a solemn expression.

He could clearly feel the oppressive aura emanating from that warrior giant, which was far more than just a simple accumulation of power.

"You're indeed extraordinary."

The Holy Lord spoke slowly.

"So many methods..."

He paused, a hint of arrogance and hubris flashing in the Holy Lord's crimson pupils:

"But having gathered all the power that belongs to me, I lack nothing. No one can defeat me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Holy Lord made his move without further hesitation.

His body jolted violently in mid-air, flames exploded around him like a tornado, and the power of the twelve talismans erupted instantly within him.

"Whoosh—"

The Holy Lord transformed into a crimson streak of light, heading straight for Lin Yao's Susanoo.

"Good timing."

Lin Yao's eyes narrowed, and he formed hand seals. Susanoo's arms rose simultaneously, and the giant purple fist drew a heavy trajectory in the air.

"boom..."

The dragon claw and the giant fist collided with a deafening roar in mid-air.

A violent shockwave spread outwards from the two people, instantly shattering the streetlights on both sides of the street, and shards of glass rained down.

The ground was violently shaken, cracks appeared in the surface, and the asphalt road surface was rolled up layer by layer as if it had been hit by a giant hammer.

The power of the Holy Lord is extremely terrifying.

With the blessing of the twelve talismans, his strength, speed, defense, and recovery abilities have reached an astonishing level.

The speed granted by the Rabbit Talisman allowed him to circle Susanoo several times in an instant.

The power of the bull charm made each of his claw strikes seem capable of tearing through steel.

The rooster talisman's levitation ability allowed him to walk in the air as if on flat ground.

The destructive power of the dragon talisman made each of his breaths carry the might to destroy everything.

He wielded the power of each of the twelve talismans with unparalleled skill, and every movement was a perfect combination of power and technique.

Lin Yao's Susanoo is also terrifyingly powerful; it is a manifestation of the Mangekyou Sharingan absorbing the power of the Tenseigan.

Moreover, it also benefits from the power of Ultraman Tiga.

Susanoo's power and speed were greatly enhanced, and its purple-silver armor emitted a series of metallic clanging sounds and sparks flew as it was struck by the Holy Lord's claws.

"Boom. Boom. Boom..."

The two sides clashed repeatedly in the air above the street, their punches landing hard and their claws drawing blood.

Every clash was accompanied by a deafening roar.

The powerful impact shattered the entire street, knocking off large sections of bricks and stones from the building facades and blowing away signs.

Cars parked on the roadside were overturned and tossed about like toys, crashing into walls with a screeching metallic groan.

The underground cables and water pipes burst under the violent tremors, and tap water gushed out from the cracks in the ground, forming temporary streams on the streets.

The power lines were snapped, sparks flew through the air, and the entire block was instantly thrown into chaos.

In the distance, Jackie Chan peeked out from behind a half-collapsed building, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, his face filled with shock.

His values ​​are being gradually reorganized.

"Is this...is this still the world I know?"

Jackie Chan muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

The Fire Demon Lord, whose power has been passed down for millennia, is already formidable—after all, he's a legendary being. But how did Lin Yao become so powerful as well?

Previously, when Lin Yao summoned Ultimate Terrormon or used the power of WarGreymon, those were also quite exaggerated.

But in Jackie Chan's view, it could be somewhat understood as some kind of "magical creature" or "summoning spell," and it seemed to have something to do with his father's magic.

But now Lin Yao is using a warrior giant that is tens of meters tall.

The giant was entirely purple and silver, with red stripes covering his armor. He wielded a long sword, yet his movements were incredibly agile.

Every punch, every block, carries a fighting aesthetic that is out of place in this world.

Moreover, this is not a repetition of the previous dragon shape, but a completely new form.

And their formidable combat skills.

Jackie Chan could see very clearly that Lin Yao's every movement when controlling Susanoo was extremely precise.

The timing, distance control, and anticipation of the Lord's attack rhythm were all at an appalling level.

Lin Yao was actually able to fight against the fully-formed Holy Lord, who was empowered by various talismans, and he seemed to be handling the situation with ease.

"This is terrifying..."

Jackie Chan couldn't help but swallow hard, his heart filled with shock.

The old man stood a little further away, holding a potion that was only half-cooked, but his eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield.

His brows were furrowed, his white beard trembled slightly, and his eyes held a hint of surprise and disbelief.

"How did this junior of ours suddenly become so capable?"

The old man muttered to himself.

"To think that he could fight the powerful demon, the Holy Lord, in his full power..."

Carefully sensing the aura emanating from Susanoo, he discovered that the power did not belong to any magic system he was familiar with, nor did it seem to be simple black energy or righteous energy.

It was an extremely complex power, seemingly containing the power of stars and light.

"I've never heard of any Eight Immortals' power being passed down in our area."

The old man frowned.

"Even the Eight Immortals couldn't contend with the Holy Lord using pure physical strength alone..."

Xiaoyu, on the other hand, is in a completely different state.

She lay on the back of an overturned car, gripping the edge with both hands, staring intently in Lin Yao's direction.

"Wow—that's so cool..."

Xiaoyu couldn't help but scream softly.

"That samurai giant is so cool! And Shendu too, wow, this is a real demon battle!"

Xiaoyu watched with great eagerness, wishing she could be the protagonist standing in the center of the battlefield, controlling such a giant and confronting the demon head-on.

"I wish I had that kind of power..."

Xiaoyu bit her finger, her eyes filled with longing.

The old man glanced at her and snorted irritably:

"Xiaoyu, don't run around. If the fighting gets involved, your old man won't be able to save you."

Xiaoyu pouted, but still obediently shrank her neck, though her eyes remained fixed on the battlefield, not wanting to miss a single second.

Some doubts flashed through the old man's mind, but he quickly put them aside.

The most important thing now is to solve the problem.

The old man glanced at Jackie Chan, who was still in a daze, and couldn't help but raise his hand and flick his head again:

"Jackie Chan, stop daydreaming. Cooperate with Dad to develop the potion to deal with Shendu."

"Oh. Okay."

Startled by the blow, Jackie Chan quickly came to his senses and ran to his father's side to help move things and hand over materials.

In the center of the battlefield, the fighting continues.

On the surface, the Holy Lord appears to be enormous, and each of his attacks carries a world-destroying power, seemingly giving him the upper hand.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that Susanoo precisely blocked or avoided every attack made by the Holy Lord.

Lin Yao's control was extremely calm and composed, without the slightest sign of panic.

He possesses memories and combat experience from multiple worlds.

From the ninjutsu and taijutsu of the Naruto world, to the various battle modes of the Digital World, and then to the energy control and beam-countering techniques of the Dragon Ball world.

These experiences intertwined in his mind to form a vast network of battle strategies.

Of course, Lin Yao was well aware of the Holy Lord's advantages.

The comprehensive enhancement brought by the twelve talismans, and the inherent power of the fire demon itself.

But he was also aware of the Holy Lord's weaknesses.

Over-reliance on talisman power results in a relatively simplistic fighting style, and the finer control over energy is far inferior to his.

Therefore, Lin Yao was always able to catch the subtle flaws in the opponent's moves the moment the Saint used the power of the talisman.

The moment the Holy Lord activated the speed of the Rabbit Talisman, Lin Yao had already predicted his movement trajectory.

Susanoo's arm seemed to have eyes, blocking his path in advance.

If the Holy Lord wanted to unleash a devastating energy attack with the Dragon Talisman, Lin Yao would dodge it first or deflect the energy.

The Holy Lord had to use the power of the talisman at a high intensity while maintaining an extremely high level of mental concentration to avoid being caught off guard by Lin Yao.

This was a huge drain on him.

"Damn humans..."

After the collision, the Holy Lord was forced to retreat dozens of meters, and the dragon breath he exhaled emitted a scorching aura in the air.

"Just who are you?"

Lin Yao, controlling Susanoo, slowly raised his head, a faint golden light flashing beneath his helmet:

"You don't need to know, all you need to know is that you can't beat me."

The Holy Lord's pupils suddenly contracted, and flames danced wildly in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and flames gathered in his mouth, forming a ball of blazing energy.

"Kid, I admit you're very powerful, actually able to withstand my twelve talismans."

The Holy Lord's voice carried a hint of resentment and anger.

"But don't forget, besides being a fire demon, I'm also a great mage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magical power within him rapidly condensed in front of him.

It was an extremely ancient and powerful magic; black and red magic intertwined between his hands, forming a terrifying vortex of energy.

The surrounding air emitted a piercing shriek under the pressure of this force.

The stones on the ground were pulled up by an invisible force, slowly floated up, and then melted into liquid under high temperature.

"Super Dragon Blast".

The Holy Lord roared and thrust both hands forward violently.

A massive, dark red energy wave erupted from his hand, carrying an aura of annihilation, and shot straight toward Susanoo.

Seeing this, Lin Yao was surprised that the Holy Lord would dare to play a game of cat and mouse with him.

Immediately, Lin Yao manipulated Susanoo's hands to place in front of him.

The purple-silver energy and the power of light from Ultraman Tiga converged in his palm, forming a dazzling ball of energy.

At the same time, he mobilized the power from the Digital World within him, incorporating WarGreymon's signature move, Gaia Cannon, into it.

"Gaia Energy Cannon"

A deep voice echoed within Susanoo's body.

The next second, a beam of purple-silver energy burst forth from Susanoo's hands, colliding head-on with the Holy Lord's Super Dragon Blast.

"boom---"

The two forces collided in mid-air, creating a deafening energy explosion.

A terrifying shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, tearing a huge hole in the clouds.

The cracks in the ground instantly spread for hundreds of meters.

The building was overturned and collapsed as if it were made of paper under this force.

The dark red energy wave of Super Dragon Blast was initially able to barely contend with Gaia Energy Cannon, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate for a brief moment.

But soon, the purple-silver light of Gaia's energy cannon began to suppress the dark red energy waves.

That is a higher-level, purer form of energy control.

Lin Yao's experience in energy beams, accumulated in the Dragon Ball world, allowed him to far surpass Shendu in energy output and control.

Under the same energy output, Shendu's Super Dragon Blast is no match for Gaia's Energy Cannon.

"Click—"

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the energy wave from the Super Dragon Blast, and the dark red light quickly dimmed within the cracks.

The next second, the entire energy wave was shattered by Gaia's energy cannon, breaking into countless tiny points of light like glass.

Unimpeded, the Gaia Energy Cannon continued forward, its residual force striking the Holy Lord in mid-air.

"Well--"

The Holy Lord let out a painful roar as his massive body was slammed into the ground by the energy cannon.

"boom!"

The ground was smashed into a crater tens of meters deep, with soil, rocks and flames churning inside, forming a huge crater-like depression.

Although Shendu failed in the battle against the energy wave, the power of the twelve talismans within him continued to operate wildly, protecting his body.

Even though his body was covered in wounds, his scales were torn off, and blood was constantly flowing from his wounds, the Holy Lord was still not dead, and even had the strength to fight.

The Holy Lord struggled to climb out of the pit, his massive dragon body trembling slightly, but the flames in his eyes still did not go out.

"Although you have a lot of energy..."

The Holy Lord was panting heavily, his voice hoarse, yet still carrying a hint of arrogance.

"But you're still a long way from defeating me in my full form."

After saying that, he suddenly spread his wings, preparing to launch another attack.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yao's eyes turned cold.

He once again gathered the power within his body and manipulated Susanoo to slowly raise the huge long sword behind him.

It was a long sword with a pure purple-silver color, its blade covered with fine patterns, and the edge of the blade shimmered with a faint golden light.

"The nemesis of dragons."

Lin Yao silently recited in his heart.

He infused the longsword with the dragon-slaying power of WarGreymon, giving it a conceptual power specifically designed to counter dragons.

Susanoo gripped the swords with both hands, slowly raised them, and then slashed them down fiercely.

"Whoosh—"

A massive purple-silver blade of light descended from the sky, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and slashed straight at the Holy Lord.

The moment the Holy Lord sensed this power, his expression changed drastically.

It was a power that made his very soul tremble.

"What...what is this?!"

The Holy Lord's pupils contracted sharply as he tried to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be locked by some invisible force, making it impossible for him to completely avoid it.

The blade struck down, slamming heavily into his body.

"boom!!!"

The Holy Lord's body was slammed hard against the ground, his scales shattered in large pieces, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He could clearly feel that the dragon essence within him was being frantically suppressed and eroded by this force.

The feeling was as if an invisible knife had carved the word "restraint" into his soul.

"That's impossible."

The Holy Lord let out an incredible roar.

"How could such power exist in this world?! Even the Eight Immortals of yesteryear could not have achieved this."

At this moment, the Holy Lord couldn't help but recall his battle with Lin Yao not long ago.

I was severely restrained at the time.

I originally thought that the reason I was restrained by this power when I was in a remnant soul state was simply because my state was incomplete.

But even now, in his fully evolved form, he is still being relentlessly suppressed by Lin Yao's move.

This seems to be a conceptual force.

Regardless of his state, as long as he is still a "dragon," he cannot escape this restraint.

Under the suppression of this force, the Holy Lord's movements became sluggish, and his power was constantly being lost.

He tried to mobilize the power of the twelve talismans to fight back, but found that those powers were originally very familiar.

At this moment, it suddenly became sluggish and heavy, as if it were bound by something.

The power of the twelve talismans was restricted by the dragon power within him.

Just then, Dad finally finished preparing the potion.

"alright."

The old man held a glass bottle filled with green liquid in one hand and a small jar engraved with runes in the other, a solemn look on his face.

"Jackie Chan, Jade, get ready."

Jackie Chan immediately carried his father on his back, with Jade following closely beside him. The three of them braved the residual shockwaves from the battlefield and struggled to approach the crater.

The Holy Lord was pinned to the bottom of the pit by the power of the dragon nemesis, unable to move, and could only twist his body in anger, letting out unwilling roars.

"Damn it... damn humans... I won't lose like this..."

His roar echoed in the pit, yet sounded so powerless.

The old man took a deep breath, aimed the potion at the Holy Lord, and chanted an incantation:

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The green magic potion transformed into streams of light that fell upon the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord let out a piercing scream, and his massive body began to petrify rapidly.

At the same time, the twelve talismans within his body began to spiral out of control.

One by one, they emerged from his body, floating in mid-air, shimmering with different colored lights.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and she seized the opportunity to rush forward, grabbing at the twelve floating talismans one by one.

"Gotit".

Xiaoyu shouted excitedly.

"The talisman is in hand."

The Holy Lord watched this scene with eyes filled with despair and anger.

"No--"

The Holy Lord let out a final wail.

"I don't want to go back to that awful place."

However, his resistance was ultimately futile.

Under the combined effects of the potion and the suppressive power, his body was completely transformed into a stone statue, crashing heavily to the bottom of the pit with a dull thud.

The twelve talismans struggled slightly in Xiaoyu's hand, as if they wanted to fly to all parts of the world again.

But just as they were about to disperse, an invisible force suddenly emerged from the side and enveloped them all.

Lin Yao stretched out his hand, and a small spatial vortex appeared in his palm, drawing the twelve talismans into it one by one.

Instead of scattering the talismans around the world as in the original story, he directly extracted them and brought them under his control.

"That makes things much more convenient."

Lin Yao thought to himself calmly.

……

After the battle, the streets were in a mess.

The collapsed buildings, shattered glass, broken water pipes and cables, and the huge crater all testified to the horror of the battle that had just taken place.

Jackie Chan stood at the edge of the pit, looking at the statue of Shendu at the bottom, and sighed deeply.

"It's finally over..."

The old man checked the effects of the potion from the side, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the Holy Lord had been completely petrified.

"Alright, the Holy Lord has been sealed away."

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Next, it's time to clean up the mess."

Xiaoyu excitedly ran to Lin Yao's side and looked up at him:

"Lin Yao, you were so cool just now. That samurai giant, that energy sphere, and that sword—wow, that was absolutely awesome!"

Lin Yao withdrew Susanoo, and the power slowly dissipated from his body, his eyes returning to calm.

"It's alright, it was just a light warm-up."

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes:

"You call this a warm-up? How terrifying must the real battle be then?"

Jackie Chan looked at the ruins before him, then at Lin Yao, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew very well that if it weren't for Lin Yao's presence, the outcome of this battle might have been completely different.

The Holy Lord has long since regained all his power, and perhaps the entire city, or even the entire world, will be plunged into disaster.

But now, it's all over.

At least, it's over for now.

……

Back at Old Man's Antique Shop, the atmosphere inside was much quieter than before.

The glass cabinet still bore the traces of the battle's aftershocks, and there was some dust on the floor, but overall it was in good condition.

Dad was busy recording the events in the ledger, muttering to himself every now and then:

"I have to clean up the mess in District 13 again..."

Jackie Chan helped tidy up the shelves that had been knocked over, putting the scattered antiques back in their original positions one by one.

Xiaoyu sat in front of the counter, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes glancing at Lin Yao from time to time, clearly still immersed in the battle scene from just now.

Lin Yao sat in the corner, eyes closed, silently sorting out what he had learned during this period.

Scenes flashed through his mind.

During the fierce battle with Daolong, the opponent's strange and powerful black magic unfolded before his eyes, which he eventually deciphered and absorbed little by little.

In his confrontation with Tara, the power hidden behind those ghost masks, and the control of the Ghost Legion, ultimately fell into his hands.

There was also the Holy Lord, whom he had just sealed away again, and the twelve talismans that symbolized different powers.

These things are all "big troubles" in this world, enough to trigger major wars.

And now, they are all in his possession.

The harvest was plentiful.

But at the same time, Lin Yao had some hidden worries in his heart.

He knew very well that this world was not a simple world of "leveling up by defeating monsters".

This is a world where righteousness and darkness are in balance.

When one side's power increases, the other side will also increase in order to maintain a delicate balance.

My dad has mentioned this more than once before.

"This world is a world where righteousness and darkness are balanced. The stronger the righteousness is, the stronger the darkness that appears later, that is, demons or other dark forces, will also become."

In short, the old man was worried that Lin Yao's power, whose origin he didn't understand, was increasing too rapidly, which could lead to danger.

Lin Yao did not give a clear answer at the time.

Now, as Lin Yao recalls his father's words again, the lingering worry in his heart becomes even clearer.

"The trouble is not over."

Lin Yao thought to himself.

"It will only get stronger."

However, faced with these potential minor troubles, a fighting spirit also ignited in Lin Yao's heart.

With the backing of power from multiple worlds, he is not afraid of the trouble caused by the imbalance of righteous and dark energies.

It might even weaken its own power because of this balance issue, just like the Eight Immortals leaving this world.

Since the balance of this world can be disrupted by his existence, he can only use stronger power to maintain a new balance.

"If I could grow stronger enough to keep up with their balancing methods, and even maintain constant suppression of the dark energy..."

Lin Yao slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flickering.

"What will happen to righteousness and darkness then?!"

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