In an age far more ancient than prehistory, primordial demons carved up the oceans, the land, and even outer space.
Each one ruled over an entire continent.
To overthrow the dominion of these demon lords, the Morningstar Hermit Society was secretly founded, hiding within small pocket realms while endlessly plotting to end the chaos brought upon the world by demonic minions.
However, before the Hermit Society could make its move…
A divine warrior descended from the Great Luo Heaven and directly used the Pan'ku Box to seal all the demons away!
To vent their hatred, members of the Hermit Society plundered the demon lords' palaces, temples, pavilions, and buildings—many of which were miraculous wonders far beyond their era…
And took every priceless treasure for themselves.
Of course…
The Morningstar Hermit Society was not the only mysterious organization.
Similar institutions and cults were countless.
Relying on the demon lords' vast inheritance, they rose at lightning speed, flourishing like the midday sun. Together, they conquered multiple secret realms born from spiritual leyline nodes, manipulating the world from the shadows across long ages.
Even the Ancient One—who held the title of Sorcerer Supreme—would respectfully call them "Senior."
Agnes and Dao Long were both wild mages who joined the Hermit Society halfway through their lives.
Following the organization's original creed…
At times of great crisis, they would step forward and fight against dark creatures with all their might.
But as the long ages passed, all righteous organizations eventually changed.The Morningstar Hermit Society was no exception…
The current leader advocated harnessing the darkness!
Members were encouraged to study dangerous spells and forbidden rituals.
All private collections of secret texts were opened.
It was during that era that Dao Long and Agnes fell, transforming into vile dark-mist sorcerers and committing countless catastrophes and crimes.
Shen Du knew none of this.
Because the composite world had become overwhelmingly vast and chaotic—so much so that even the memories of the Holy Lord himself were outdated…
Never updated.
The key point was:
Dao Long's repeated provocations had thoroughly angered him.
"Even if I need him to dispel the divine artifact's constraints, it seems I'll have to give this dark-mist sorcerer a proper beating."
Shen Du narrowed his eyes.
Crack.
He tightened his grip on the wolf-tooth mace.
Instantly, he assumed a familiar swinging stance.
The déjà vu movement made Magneto's heart lurch violently—
This was the very technique that nearly smashed apart the Veronica Armor!
Fwoooosh!!
Shen Du swung down hard!
A colossal arc of mace aura—several meters thick—burst forth like a rainbow tearing through the heavens.
The giant eagle rushing toward him, formed from Sun Wukong's magic, spread wings nearly six meters wide. Its beak was sharp enough to pierce steel with ease.
This was one of the seventy-two transformations taught by the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
Wukong also inherited fiery golden eyes and wielded a shape-shifting iron staff not inferior to the Ruyi Jingu Bang—an artifact that had once purified countless demons and sent them to the Pure Land.
But unfortunately…
The Victorious Fighting Buddha never taught him any spell to counter modification magic.
Wukong was struck instantly—
And fell under Dao Long's control as a dark assassin, replacing the role the original Uncle voiced.
Chirp!!
Wukong, in eagle form, let out a piercing cry.
Feathers rattled like clashing metal, producing a deafening boom.
Yet against the full-powered Holy Lord's strike—
He was still utterly helpless.
He was swallowed by the blinding radiance…
And instantly obliterated.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself floating in a pocket dimension with no gravity and not even a blade of grass.
This was Dao Long's "Spirit Dimension"—
A realm used exclusively for storing dark assassins.
Maximum capacity: one hundred.
Bang!Bang bang bang bang!!
Before Wukong could react, blue smoke filled the air as waves of dark assassins materialized beside him—mutant elites Magneto had selected himself, men and women, old and young!
"...Too terrifying!"
"It felt like a nightmare…"
"Did we all die in the Holy Lord's mace aura?!"
"I've become uglier… and weaker!"
Their wails filled the dimension.
The elegant nobles among them, dressed in fine suits and gowns, were especially crushed with despair.
None of them fully understood what they had experienced.
The last thing they remembered before "dying" was the overwhelming arc of mace aura.
And indeed, mutants unfamiliar with the properties of dark assassins were noticeably weakened.
If they ever awakened to the advantages of the dark assassin form, their power would no doubt skyrocket.
"Gan!"
"Wen!"
"Cui!"
"Shan!"
"Prepare to face the Holy Lord!"
Dao Long raised his staff again.
The gem embedded atop it burst into radiant, twisted brilliance.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Four dark assassins emerged from nothing, their massive physiques outlined by filthy energy, terrifying to behold and absolutely obedient to their master.
Then Dao Long began chanting, muttering ancient obscure incantations.
Two gaping bloody maws formed in his palms—
Rows of fine, dense teeth extending into bottomless digestive tunnels.
This was Dao Long's talisman extraction magic—
A spell that could siphon the Holy Lord's talisman power from a distance.
"Mr. Huang."
"Allow me to handle the other two demons for you."
Madam Agnes smiled.
She silently began chanting. Flames ignited her garments from the hem upward, burning away her knit dress—
Instantly replacing it with a magnificent robe woven with magical enchantments.
A witch who survived from the Western Middle Ages, bearer of the Darkhold—Agnes had long surpassed the rank of Archmage.
She was a Transcendent Sovereign.
A living legend.
Her boundless mana was nearly godlike.
Hum!!
After transforming, the voluptuous witch spread her arms wide and clapped, unleashing two blasts of the filthiest arcane light—
Their targets: the Thunder Demon Tsung Su and the Earth Demon Dai Gui!
Taking on two primordial demons alone?!
The act immediately enraged the Holy Lord's dark brothers.
"Courting death!"
"Truly impatient to die!"
The demon lords roared—beings who once ruled entire eras.
Hm?
That robe—It looked almost identical to one of their elder sister's treasured magical garments!
Tsung Su and Dai Gui exchanged glances, gritting their teeth.
They understood instantly.
The witch daring to attack them…
Was part of the thieves who plundered their ancient dwellings!
Seven demon palaces.
How many priceless treasures were stored inside?
Magical relics…
Tomes, scrolls, ancient texts, weapons, mantras, potions, amulets…
Their collection was endless.
No wonder the mysterious organization that robbed them had grown so powerful.
"So this witch…"
"Joined some ancient organization, did she?"
Shen Du smirked.
Fate truly worked in wondrous ways.
Dao Long.Agatha Harkness.
Powerful, infamous sorcerers from both the Marvel world and the Jackie Chan Adventures world—each with an overwhelming presence.
Especially the latter, bearer of the Darkhold penned by the Underworld God.
Even Shen Du coveted the chance to read the Darkhold.
It was a supreme tome that far surpassed any spell compendium.
"Wanda."
"Stay here."
"I'll be giving you a gift later."
Using levitation force, Shen Du lifted Wanda and placed her atop one of Dai Gui's stone spikes—
And in a streak of rainbow light, appeared instantly before Agatha Harkness.
"A gift?"
Wanda's heart fluttered wildly.
"You alright?"
A tall figure with fiery red hair blazing like flames rushed over—Jean Grey arrived beside Wanda in an instant.
Though the narration was long, the actual time elapsed was incredibly short.
She appeared so fast that even the Phoenix hadn't reacted in time.
"Jean."
"Why are you siding with the Holy Lord?"
"Was this Charles' idea?"
Magneto's voice rumbled, heavy with familiarity.
He and the Phoenix had fought many times.
"This has nothing to do with Professor X."
"Don't meddle."
Jean replied coldly.
Then she turned to Wanda with deep concern, gently asking whether she was hurt.
Only after receiving a satisfactory response did Jean smile beautifully and shift her gaze to the mountaintop—
A towering peak that pierced the clouds.
"Descent of the Three Worlds!"
"Summon Naraku!"
A thunderous voice rang out.
The wolf-tooth mace crackled with black lightning, its surface gleaming like polished obsidian.
Armament Haki wrapped around it—
Greatly amplifying its destructive power.
This was the technique meant to deal with the Veronica Armor.
It had never been fully unleashed before Magneto intervened to collapse the weapon.
Now its target was Agatha Harkness—
It made no difference.
Crackle crackle—
The lightning-wrapped mace descended violently!
"What—!!"
"Teleportation?!"
"Or an illusion formed from extreme speed?!"
Agatha's pupils trembled violently, her irises shrinking to needlepoints.
The Holy Lord…
Did he truly need no incantation to cast any spell?!
Or had he refined all spells into pure mantras—Invoked through a single shouted phrase?!
"Shield of Seraphim!"
Countless luminous arcane threads manifested in midair, rapidly weaving into layered shields, enveloping her before forming a towering barrier.
She attempted to block the Holy Lord's ambush—
But it was destined to be futile.
The mace tore through the divine shield like thunder.
Layer…
By layer…
Each one shattered violently, bursting into sparks of magic.
The weapon closed in on Agatha's face—
"Twisted Ray of the Astral Realm!"
She swung an arm desperately, chanting a short incantation—
A beam of distorted astral light shot from her mouth, attempting to mimic Magneto's trick and disintegrate the mace by collapsing its molecular structure.
But the runes carved into the mace activated, releasing a solemn divine force that neutralized the distortion ray—
And nothing stopped the strike.
CRACK!!
The iron spikes tore through the bridge of her nose, shattered her cheekbones, blew out her teeth, and sank her face inward by several inches—
Then the devastating force blasted through her body and split the ancient mountain beneath her cleanly in half.
The peak collapsed violently.
The earth trembled.
"…It can be fixed."
"It can be fixed!!"
Magneto clutched his chest, forcing himself to remain calm.
A mountain peak.He broke a mountain peak…
This proved how terrifying the Holy Lord's uncompleted technique truly was—The Veronica Armor absolutely could not withstand it.
Let alone a mortal medieval witch.
"Your talisman power is mine!"
A sinister voice sounded.
Dao Long seized the opportunity—
The bloody maws in his palms unleashed tremendous suction, attempting to extract the twelve talismans hidden within the Holy Lord's body.
But then—
Why wasn't the guaranteed-success spell working?!
Dao Long stiffened—
A man questioning life itself.
As if doubting whether the entire magic system had just bugged.
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