Jackie Chan Adventures: I have everything I need now.

Cerberus, two-headed serpents, sheep-eating beasts, two-winged lizards, and other demons all appeared, completely surrounding the area and slowly approaching.

"Go away!"

Before the other demon lords could speak, Xiaofeng frowned impatiently, and his body was enveloped in endless hurricanes. The hurricanes surged and turned the entire Demon Hell upside down.

The demons that had surrounded them were swept away by the hurricane unleashed by Xiaofeng, who tossed them about and blew them away from the area.

"Alright, let's get started!"

Xiaofeng said calmly, as if nothing had happened.

The other demon lords, who were just about to summon some demons, were rendered speechless by Xiaofeng's actions.

There are quite a few powerful demons here. If we bring them back to the surface world, they might become our puppets for ruling the world.

"Let's do it! I don't think you want to stay in this boring world any longer!"

After speaking, Shen Du closed his eyes slightly and uttered softly, "Leave—"

As soon as these words were uttered, a wisp of fire appeared, transforming into the trigram Li, which stood before the capital, radiating bursts of flame.

"Kan—"

“Gen—”

“Xun—”

"shock--"

"Exchange—"

"Kun—"

"Qian—"

Upon seeing this, the other demon lords closed their eyes and spoke in turn.

As the eight demon lords spoke, the power of their authority manifested, each emitting the power bestowed upon them by the world.

Gradually, the Bagua runes evolved into a huge scroll, presenting the Yin-Yang Bagua pattern. Black and white intertwined, and in an instant, the eight demon lords were swept up, leaping up and heading directly towards the boundless sky.

"Snap—"

The world barrier shattered, and the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram that encased the eight demon lords completely departed from this world.

Meanwhile, in the future, the Eight Immortals will be asleep in their final resting place.

Each of the stone statues, transformed from its own body, had traces of blood flowing from the corners of its mouth.

The punishment of time, tracing back through the years, falls upon the Eight Immortals with a delayed result.

The price for the eight humanoid demons was an endless slumber in the demon hell.

The Eight Immortals, tracing back through the ages, discovered that before they were even born, they had created a demonic hell on their own. The price they paid was to be trapped in stone statues for eternity.

They can only live in this world with the power of their souls forever. They have not ascended to immortality. Sealing the eight demon lords has already exhausted the limits of their lives.

When they disappeared into the world as golden light, it was only to make people believe that they had ascended to heaven and become myths, far removed from the world.

"Ugh!"

Eight sighs were slowly exhaled, and then the Eight Immortals continued to fall into a long slumber, recuperating from the injuries inflicted by the Demon Lord.

They know the price of these years, but it doesn't matter. The devil has already fallen into hell. They were born because of humans, and everything they do should be for humans!

This is their way; from the very beginning, their ultimate goal has been to seal away demons.

It's all worth it, even if my soul is destroyed.

Chapter 49 The Palace of Time

The desolate land, with only wisps of wind passing by, stretches as far as the eye can see. The only thing that exists is a huge palace.

Here in ancient Australia, swept by the vortex of time, there was no life, no mountains or rivers, only vast plains.

They thought it would continue indefinitely, but suddenly, a gate in the shape of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams appeared out of thin air, and a scroll emerged from the vortex passage.

The scroll, imbued with the power of the Eight Trigrams, was slightly unfurled, from which eight enormous figures emerged.

"Free air!" Xiaofeng exhaled a breath of fresh air and excitedly looked up at the sky.

"We're out!" Ximu also looked around, and the colorful world finally brought them back.

"Bo Gang is so hungry!" Bo Gang's size had shrunk considerably, and his stomach was growling loudly.

"It seems we don't need to fight for this continent anymore," Zhong Su said, looking at the empty continent.

"Our magic power has been depleted by more than half, and it will take many years to recover, which will delay our growth!" Zhou Lan said in a deep voice, explaining the cost of the Bagua Formation.

"The gifts of heaven and earth are more important than the magic we lose!" Basha felt joy as she experienced the benefits of the Bagua formation.

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"Holy Lord, what are you looking at!" Di Kui asked in confusion as he leisurely stepped beside Shen Du.

Instead of sharing their joy, what are they doing staring at an empty space?

Shen Du's eyes twitched. "Di Kui, didn't you see there's a palace over there?!"

Di Kui glanced at the empty land and shook his head.

Seeing this, the gods did not want to say any more to the simple-minded demon lord, Di Kui.

"Holy Lord, what's that over there!"

"All I saw was the lingering power of time permeating the area, and the afterimage of a palace!"

Basha wagged her tail and came up, looking at the place where the gods were staring, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"I shouldn't touch the power of time anymore. I don't want to fall into the hell of demons!" Ximu flapped his wings and gradually came to Shendu's side.

"Holy Lord, we should consider how to research more powerful magic arrays!"

The whisper in his ear startled Shen Du, who glanced at west Mu with surprise.

Unexpectedly, Ximu had this idea.

God couldn't have imagined that the reason Ximu wanted to study magic arrays with him was because the eight demon lords were jointly casting the Bagua array.

Although it was only used to break through the world barrier of the demon hell, the power of the Bagua formation within it made Ximu extremely eager.

That's an array that gathers the power of the eight demon lords' authority; its power is unmatched in the world, and no one can stop it.

"My Lord, that is the Palace of Time, where the history books of time are kept. We need to go and see it."

"This dangerous thing must be controlled by our Demon Lord!"

Zhou Lan noticed the unusual place; the palace, built over time, was undoubtedly the place where the history books of time were kept.

The backlash from unauthorized alteration of the fabricated years made Zhou Lan extremely wary.

This historical record must be kept in the hands of their demon lord; if it falls into the hands of others, Zhou Lan will never be able to eat or sleep in peace.

"really."

Shen Du was startled; his guess was likely correct.

In the original work, the strength of the demon lords varied, but the most powerful were none other than Basha, Shendu, and Zhoulan.

As for the other demon lords, they have already been nerfed to a pulp. Even now, these three are probably the strongest.

"Why don't I see the palace of time?!"

"There's clearly nothing there! Zhou Lan, Holy Lord, Basha, where did you see that palace phantom from?!"

"The hurricane told the howling wind that there was nothing there!"

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"Let's go!" The god did not answer the many questions from the demon lords, but simply walked towards the empty space.

Zhou Lan remained silent, drifting along with them to the palace of time.

Basha, however, gave the five demon lords a disdainful look and said in a hoarse voice, "Did the Eight Trigrams Formation drain all your magic power? You can't see anything!"

"What did that phrase 'truly useless humans' mean again?!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Basha suddenly remembered and sneered coldly, "What a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Then, Basha wagged her tail and leisurely headed towards the Palace of Time.

The five demon lords who remained in place were stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that Basha was cursing them.

He was furious for a moment, but the anger in his eyes vanished instantly, and he quickly followed in the footsteps of the first three.

They saw that God, along with Zhou Lan and Basha, had vanished in a dazzling display.

They hurriedly followed and entered the palace together, where a protective barrier concealed the view of the world.

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Within the Palace of Time, black and white colors are displayed, with the black light almost overshadowing the white light, as if this were a pitch-black palace.

But the dazzling black light did not extinguish the light here; instead, it illuminated the entire hall.

Stepping into the divine capital of the Palace of Time, I glanced around and my gaze fell upon the enormous book atop the steps, where streaks of time's brilliance flowed.

"The history book of time!"

Even the gods couldn't help but speak, and at the same time, they stepped away. Zhou Lan, who had just entered, looked at the entire palace environment. The time flow of the huge book attracted him, and like the gods, he stepped towards the history book of time.

During the process, the god carefully examined the exterior of the temple and couldn't help but ponder.

The grand hall, built by the annals of history, is like a reflection of the yin and yang balance of the world.

Now, darkness reigns supreme, a demonic lord rules the world, and righteousness has vanished without a trace.

This caused the entire hall to appear as if it were radiating black light, yet it was also filled with a mystical, seven-colored glow.

In the years to come, when the Holy Lord possesses Jackie Chan and rewrites the history books, the color of the Great Hall will be a dazzling white.

This also corresponds perfectly to the main hall where black light is now emanating.

At that time, righteousness dominated the world, while the forces of darkness were weak and insignificant.

With these thoughts in mind, the god had already arrived in front of the book of history, looking at the book which was many times larger than himself, and leisurely flipping through it.