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Chapter 289 The History of Time

"Did you see Guardians of the Galaxy, which came out yesterday?"

"Of course, but the aliens are so weak. I feel like they can't even beat my three-year-old brother."

"But I prefer Iron Man 1 from a week ago, where the Führer had such a dark past."

"I heard that's a story that happened in a parallel universe next to ours. Humans in other universes are having a really tough time."

"Yes, thank goodness for Your Majesty. I can't even imagine how terrifying it would be if I were to go back to a year ago."

……

On the street, a group of students, having just finished school, chatted in twos and threes, some marveling at how much the world has changed.

They simply couldn't imagine that in other parallel universes, they, who didn't even have a photographic memory, would have to endure the unbearable experience of learning by constantly repeating memories.

Discussions like these took place in every corner of the White Empire, and in less than a year, the changes in the empire were visible to the naked eye.

Especially those who are in their seventies or eighties and have one foot in the grave.

Having already accepted birth, aging, sickness, and death, who could resist the good fortune to suddenly regain youth and then live forever?

Meanwhile, Bai Ye, who had just returned from the Indian district, was comfortably reclining in a soft chair in New York, enjoying the service of those around him.

The feeling of being waited on by others may seem a little decadent, but it is indeed comfortable.

While it's true that with current technology, Jarvis could indeed control machines to create lifelike female models to serve him.

They are far more considerate than ordinary people, but they always fall short in terms of emotional connection.

After all, it's strange for an emperor to have a group of AI maids serving him.

He came to rule this empire, and his declaration of conquest made it very clear that he wanted to be the best of the best.

If everyone is equal, then Bai Ye will still rule the market. Will there be a system of seniority then?

What he wanted was to be a pure superior, to walk into someone's house and sit down, with their grandparents kowtowing to him first, and then their parents kowtowing to him.

After the whole family kowtowed to him, it was the children's turn to respectfully kowtow to him.

That's the attitude he wants.

With a gentle swipe, Bai Ye saw that the chat group was currently buzzing with activity.

With the number of people in the chat group reaching 10, it was finally not as deserted as before.

Inside, Xiaoyu is sharing her experiences with others.

Over the past few days, under her guidance, her friends and family have all learned "Everyone Has Skills Practice 4.0".

With the help of cultivation techniques and qi magic, the members of the Black Hand Gang were no longer able to defeat them, and there was no longer any pressure to stop the eight demons from being born through the Gates of Hell.

In most cases, those demons were sealed away by the Eight Immortals' tokens as soon as they appeared.

Bai Ye quickly browsed Xiao Yu's messages and also sent a message in the group.

[Deep Blue]: My birthday is in a few days. I'll invite everyone to come and play on my planet then.

Upon seeing the message from the group administrator, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and like everyone else in the group, she agreed without hesitation.

Beside her, in the fitness area of ​​District 13.

The Dragon Group, including Uncle Dragon, and the core members of District 13 all sat quietly cross-legged on the ground, circulating energy that was no longer known as internal force or chakra.

These people slowly circulated their energy throughout their bodies. As their energy increased, their physical constitution gradually strengthened, moving towards inhumanity.

Within this unseen, abstract world, black and white air currents are clearly distinct and intertwined.

Every bit of improvement in the strength of these people present adds a trace of righteous energy representing the positive aspect to the abstract world.

But the black energy also continued to increase.

However, unlike the righteous energy, this black energy appeared extremely active.

Like an unrestrained fish, it constantly stirs up this world, always brewing something.

Inside the Mafia headquarters, Valmont's eyes were a strange crimson, his consciousness being taken over by Shendu.

"Jackie Chan has already sealed all seven gates of hell. Even if I were to open the eighth gate, I'm afraid they would still try to stop me in the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Valon's eyes cleared, the red light disappeared, and he said angrily:

"Damn you, Holy Lord. You promised to return my body after completing the plan, but the current situation proves that you will never succeed. You couldn't even beat one Jackie Chan before, let alone the ten or a hundred Jackie Chans in District 13 now."

Shendu once again possessed Valon's body, his tone somewhat serious: "Something is definitely wrong. There's something wrong with this world. They couldn't have gotten this far so smoothly."

Somehow, although Jackie Chan and his team's strength has increased, their intelligence and luck—things that are intangible and elusive—have also improved significantly.

Otherwise, faced with overwhelming strength, these people would have been captured and taken to the safest District 13 long ago during repeated operations.

In this state of absolute sagehood, previously ignored memories began to reawaken, including the theory of the yin-yang balance of this world, which began to reappear in his mind.

He also began to notice something was wrong with this world: the gap between good and evil was too large. In theory, there should be macro-control over the world, and it shouldn't be a one-sided crushing force.

"No matter how much you try to shirk responsibility, you can't change the facts. Those agents from District 13 could easily defeat us now."

Enraged, Valon, now possessed, yelled, "You piece of trash, get out of my body!"

Not far away, Zhou, Lasu, and Afen looked at their boss, who was having another mental breakdown, with some embarrassment, wondering whether they should advise him to stop arguing.

"No, there's definitely a problem." The Holy Lord's tone was grave. "The problem lies with Jackie Chan and his group. We'll have to take some risks to figure it out."

Valon asked, "What else do you want to do?"

The Holy Lord shifted his gaze from the Panku Box and said, "Next, we won't look for the eighth door. We're going to find something else that's even more important."

Lasu, standing nearby, instinctively asked, "Looking for what?"

The Holy Lord's voice trembled slightly with excitement: "The history of time."

Half an hour later, as the door was kicked down, a team of District 13 agents burst into the room, only to find it empty.

They were late again.

After reporting the news to District 13, Blake said with some regret, "Well, everyone, it seems we're late again, but they won't always be so lucky."

Inside District 13, Old Man solemnly raised two fingers and said, "Things aren't that simple."

"The reason we haven't been able to catch anyone so many times is because we're too strong, causing the black energy to retaliate. You should have listened to me and given up on cultivating your techniques."

(End of this chapter)