All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

The star map in Lin Yan's palm slowly rotated, precisely marking the trajectory of the van carrying Jackie Chan, which eventually stopped at a certain place.

In the 3D imagery, underground, representing Jackie Chan's image, the intricate pipes and spaces are gradually revealed by starlight.

"Cool! So are they some kind of mysterious organization? Why are they trying to capture Uncle Jackie?"

Xiaoyu stretched out her finger and curiously touched the rotating star map above Lin Yan's palm.

Her fingertips passed through the starlight phantoms, creating ripples, but the scattered starlight immediately regrouped like flowing water, and the terrain structure remained completely unchanged.

"An official agency that handles 'unconventional matters' arrested Mr. Jackie Chan, probably because he has something that District 13 needs."

Lin Yan shifted his gaze from the star map to the perfectly disguised entrance to District Thirteen. "As for how we get in..."

"It's very simple, just take the stairs."

Lin Yan hadn't forgotten that District 13, known as the safest place in the world, was entered by climbing the stairs when Xiao Yu first came here, and villains were also frequent visitors to District 13.

Guided by the star map, the two arrived at the hidden entrance to District 13, where Jackie Chan's image was directly below them.

The star map converged in Lin Yan's palm, turning into a few wisps of light that disappeared into his palm.

He looked up at the unremarkable old warehouse, its cement walls gleaming gray in the afternoon sun.

Xiaoyu blinked. "Shouldn't this kind of secret base have an elevator, iris scanner, or at least a cool-looking hidden door?"

"The most effective entrance is often the one that doesn't look like an entrance at all," Lin Yan said, walking towards an inconspicuous fire escape staircase on the side of the warehouse. The iron steps were somewhat rusted, leading to a gray metal door on the second floor.

Xiaoyu followed closely behind, her footsteps standing out clearly in the empty street. Lin Yan's hand was on the doorknob—it wasn't locked.

He gently pushed the door open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit corridor leading to another door with a simple button panel next to it.

"Now we need the password, right?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, her eyes sparkling.

Lin Yan did not answer. He stretched out his finger, the tip of which shimmered with an extremely faint, almost invisible starlight, and gently touched the edge of the button panel.

The subtle current flow and signal paths inside the panel instantly appeared as a clear diagram in his mind, requiring only a single thought without much complicated process.

"Click".

The sound of the door lock popping open was particularly crisp in the silence.

"How did you open it?!" Xiaoyu almost cried out.

"I possess a skill," Lin Yan replied briefly, pushing open the door.

Behind the door was another downward staircase, brightly lit, with smooth alloy walls. Descending the stairs, a futuristic surveillance hall suddenly appeared before you.

A huge circular screen wall displays real-time footage from around the world. Several uniformed personnel sit at control consoles, and the air is filled with the low hum of electronic devices and the slight static of communication signals.

Jackie Chan was standing in the center of the hall, urgently speaking to a man in a black suit with a serious expression.

"Look, Uncle Long is over there."

Xiaoyu spotted Jackie Chan talking to her immediately.

"Wait a minute," Lin Yan said in a low voice, pulling back Xiao Yu who was about to run to save the person.

"They're talking about the Mafia," Lin Yan said calmly.

"It seems Jackie Chan is not in any danger."

Xiaoyu looked up at him: "Can you hear me?"

"I don't need to hear that." Lin Yan's gaze was slightly unfocused, as if he were trying to read something.

Since there was no danger… Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up, and she immediately shouted, “Uncle Long!”

Jackie Chan whirled around, his eyes widening instantly: "Xiao Yu?! What are you doing—"

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze passed over Xiaoyu and landed on Lin Yan, who was walking slowly towards him.

Jackie Chan's pupils contracted slightly, and his body instinctively assumed a defensive stance, using one hand to protect Xiaoyu behind him.

Sheriff Black's hand was already on the communicator at his waist, his eyes sharply fixed on the uninvited guest: "Sir, this is a highly classified federal facility. Please lay down your weapon and cooperate with the investigation."

Lin Yan did not answer immediately.

He simply stood there calmly, meeting two wary gazes, then slightly turned his head to look at Xiaoyu.

"He helped me find this place!"

Jade peeked out from behind Jackie Chan, speaking rapidly, "He has an incredibly cool star map! And—and he's not a bad guy, Uncle Jackie!"

Just then—

"Ring ring ring..."

An old-fashioned cell phone rang from Jackie Chan's pocket, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, then pulled out his somewhat bulky phone. An unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen. He hesitated for a second, then pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

A deep, slow voice, carrying an immense sense of pressure, came from the other end of the phone. Even without speakerphone, the volume was loud enough for someone nearby to hear clearly.

"Jackie Chan, hand over the shield. Otherwise, that old man at the antique shop will be in trouble."

Jackie Chan's expression instantly changed: "Who are you? What have you done to my father?!"

"One hour later. On the rooftop of the International Building. One person comes." There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "Don't call the police. Otherwise—"

The call ended, leaving only a busy tone.

Jackie Chan crouched down: "Jade, listen to me. You have to stay here. This is the safest place. Promise me you'll wait for me and Daddy to come back."

Xiaoyu pouted, but eventually nodded sullenly.

"Sheriff Black, could you please look after Jade for me?"

Jackie Chan stood up, picked up his coat draped over the railing, turned and ran out.

"Sir, perhaps we should talk about how you managed to bring a young girl into a top-secret federal location."

Sheriff Black stared at Lin Yan with the eyes of an eagle, his hand still pressed on the communicator.

Several agents nearby also noticed the unusual situation, their hands on their equipment at their waists, ready to act at any moment.

Lin Yan met Blake's gaze and said calmly, "I walked in."

"Moreover," Lin Yan said, turning his head to look in the direction Jackie Chan had left.

"I have more important things to do now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan's body completely transformed into tiny starlight, like fireflies scattered by the wind. It flickered briefly under the lights of the monitoring hall before disappearing completely.

Only a faint, almost imperceptible ripple of energy remained, slowly spreading out in place before quickly disappearing into nothingness.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Several agents stared wide-eyed, nearly dropping their equipment.

A technician at the control panel rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

The water dispenser in the corner made a "gurgling" sound, which was particularly loud in the silence.

Sheriff Black's hand was still on the communicator, but his expression had frozen.

"...Sir?" an agent asked tentatively.

Blake took a deep breath, forcing himself to recover from the shock.

He strode to the spot where Lin Yan had disappeared, squatted down, and touched the ground with his hand—there was nothing there, no residual heat, no trace. It was as if that person had never existed.

"Check the surveillance footage!" Blake jumped to his feet. "All angles! And what about... Xiaoyu!?"

Jade, who had just been next to Sheriff Black, had also disappeared without a trace, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

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The rooftop of the building.

Lin Yan's figure materialized, and starlight gathered from nothingness, silently landing on a rusted beam.

He looked down, his gaze piercing through the dim space, landing on the ongoing standoff in the center of the rooftop.

"The shield." Tru's voice was deep and thunderous.

Jackie Chan took a deep breath and threw the shield away.

The shield traced a perfect arc in the air and returned to Jackie Chan's hand.

Just as Tru's gaze followed the shield, Jade secretly appeared from behind and led her father away from Tru's side.

Then--

The shadow in the corner of the warehouse came to life.

Dozens of dark figures emerged from the shadows and pounced on Jackie Chan from all directions, surrounding him completely.

Tru, meanwhile, leisurely took the elevator to catch up with Xiaoyu and her father.

Lin Yan knew that the group downstairs and his father were not in any danger, so he stayed on the rooftop to watch the first confrontation between Jackie Chan and the Shadow Legion.

In fact, at the beginning of the story, Jackie Chan was no match for a bunch of shadow ninjas.

Pursued by the shadow ninjas, Jackie Chan was forced to the edge of the rooftop.

"Uncle Dragon!"

When Xiaoyu came downstairs, she saw Jackie Chan's predicament and waved her arms and shouted loudly.

Jackie Chan glanced at Jade downstairs, understood her thoughts, and threw down the shield he was holding.

Xiaoyu, who was downstairs, caught the shield steadily. Before she could even cheer, she turned around and saw a huge creature coming to her side.

"Shield, give it to me." Tru stretched out his hand, his massive body completely covering Jade and her father.

Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and handed the shield forward.

Tru took the shield, glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, turned and strode away, disappearing into the shadows at the end of the square.

No one noticed that the instant Tru took the shield, Jade's other hand swiftly slipped back into her pocket.

Inside the pocket, the chicken talisman lay quietly, its surface warm to the touch.

Jackie Chan, still unaware that his shield had been taken by Tru, was now fighting the Shadow Legion with unrestrained skill.

Lin Yan, who had been watching the battle, finally found an opening and went to the side of one of the shadow ninjas who had been knocked away by Jackie Chan.

Starlight extended from his fingertips, like invisible tentacles, silently reaching out to the nearest shadowy ninja.

The moment they touched, a flood of information rushed into Lin Yan's consciousness:

—Composition method: Pure dark energy condensation, non-physical, non-soulful

—Driven by a remote will, possessing a certain degree of autonomy.

—Energy Cycle: Deeply bound to a source, with a continuous supply.

—Existing characteristic: It can regenerate indefinitely, as long as the energy supply is continuous.

interesting.

Lin Yan's starlight tentacles gently pierced into that layer of dark energy, attempting to analyze the deeper structure.

In that instant, he sensed that "source"—distant, dark, ancient, and carrying a twisted will.

That wasn't a fragment of a rule, but a complete, living system of dark rules.

Like a burning black flame, it flickers in the depths of some unknown space.

Lin Yan's consciousness gently touched that source—

In an instant, all the Shadow Ninjas' movements experienced an extremely subtle pause.

It's like a small pebble being thrown into a steady river.

In the distance, the Holy Lord, now a statue, suddenly opened his eyes—if he could still open his eyes at all.

A strange consciousness touched the Shadow Legion's origin; that frequency... wasn't his.

"Who?!" The Holy Lord's consciousness trembled in the darkness. "Who is touching the source of shadow? Could it be... Tara has been resurrected?"

Lin Yan had already retracted the Starlight Tentacles.

He looked down at his fingertips, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

That source of darkness... if he wasn't mistaken, it should have also condensed into some kind of "fragment of rules".

However, it is not a single fragment like a talisman, but a complete system of rules that can summon and control these ninjas.

That thing is more interesting than talismans.

"Looks like I'll have to go to the Shadow World sometime."

Lin Yan had a strange feeling, and he even felt that this Shadow World alone could bring endless benefits to his original universe.

As for how to get to the Shadow World, Lin Yan remembered that his father had used a spell to let Tru enter the Shadow Kingdom during the final chapter of the Mask arc, and that Jade had also gone there when she turned evil.

In addition, the Holy Lord must also know the way to the Shadow World.

While Lin Yan was thinking, Jackie Chan successfully repelled all the Shadow Ninjas, and Tru also withdrew with his shield.

Lin Yan, standing on the rooftop, watched as Xiao Yu displayed the chicken talisman in her palm to Jackie Chan below. He then looked away, a faint smile curving his lips.

He looked down at his fingertips, where a trace of dark energy he had captured while analyzing the Shadow Ninja still lingered.

The wisp of energy slowly rotated in his palm, trying to break free, but he firmly bound it with starlight.

Hearing the sound of a helicopter not far away, Lin Yan knew that Sheriff Black was coming soon, so he didn't linger. His figure gradually faded and finally disappeared into starlight.

The night wind swept across the empty rooftop, dispersing the last ripples of residual energy.

In the night sky, a few stars twinkled faintly.

Xiaoyu blinked, and it seemed that one of the eyes was a little brighter than before.