"Of course, but the aliens are so weak. I feel like they can't even beat my brother who just turned three."

"But I prefer the Iron Man 1 movie from a week ago. The president actually has such a dark history."

"I heard that it was a story that happened in the parallel universe next to us. The humans in other universes are so miserable."

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

…

On the street, a group of students were discussing in groups of three or four after school, and some of them were impressed by how much the world has changed.

They simply could not imagine that in other parallel universes, they, who did not even have a photographic memory, had to rely on constant repetition of memory to learn, which was a life-or-death experience.

Discussions like this took place in every corner of the White Empire. In just 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 ground.

We have all accepted birth, aging, sickness and death, and in the blink of an eye we are young again, and even live forever. Who can resist such a good thing?

At this moment, Bai Ye, who had just returned from the Indian area, was lying peacefully on the comfortable soft chair in New York, enjoying the service of the people around him.

Although the feeling of being served by others is a bit corrupt, it is indeed comfortable.

Although, with current technology, Jarvis can indeed control machines to create simulated beauties to provide services.

In terms of consideration, he is even better than ordinary people, but in terms of emotional feelings, he is always a little lacking.

After all, he is an emperor, and it is weird to have a group of AI maids serving him.

He came to rule this empire, and his original declaration of ascendancy made it very clear that he wanted to be the superior man.

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

What he wanted was to be a pure superior, to walk into someone else's house and sit there, and have their grandparents kowtow to them first, and then their parents kowtow to him.

After the whole family has kowtowed to him, it is the child's turn to kowtow to him respectfully.

This is the attitude he wants.

Gently swiping out the chat group, Bai Ye saw that there was constant communication going on inside.

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

Inside, Xiaoyu is sharing her experience with others.

After so many days, under her guidance, her relatives and friends have all learned "Everyone Has Gonglian 4.0".

With the help of martial arts and Qi magic, the members of the Black Hand Gang were no longer able to defeat them, and they no longer felt any pressure to stop the eight demons from coming out of the Hell Gate.

In most cases, the demons were sealed up by the Eight Immortals’ tokens as soon as they appeared.

Bai Ye quickly glanced at Xiaoyu's message and also sent a message in the group.

[Deep Blue]: My birthday is in a few days, and then I would like to invite everyone to come to my planet and play.

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

Next to her, in the fitness area of ​​Zone 13.

The backbone members of the Dragon Team including Uncle Long and District 13 all sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, circulating an energy that they no longer knew whether to call it internal force or chakra.

In the invisible abstract world, black and white air currents are clearly divided among them.

Every time the strength of these people improves a little, there will be a little more positive energy representing the positive side in the abstract world.

But what followed was that the black energy was also increasing.

However, unlike the positive energy, these black air appear to be extremely active.

It's like a fish swimming without restraints, constantly stirring in this world, brewing something at any time.

Inside the Black Hand Gang's headquarters, Valon's eyes were strangely scarlet, and his consciousness was being taken over by the Holy Lord.

"The seven gates to hell have been sealed by Jackie Chan. Even if I open the eighth gate, I'm afraid they will stop me in the end."

As soon as the words fell, Valon's eyes cleared, the red light dissipated, and he said angrily:

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

The Holy Lord once again took over Valon's body, and said in a serious tone: "Something is definitely wrong. There is something wrong with this world. It is impossible for them to be so successful."

Somehow, although Jackie Chan and his team's strength has increased, intangible things like wisdom and luck on their side have also improved significantly.

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

While in this state of absolute sage, previously neglected memories began to be reawakened, including the theory about the balance of yin and yang in this world, which began to reappear in his mind.

He also began to notice that something was wrong with this world, that is, the deviation between good and evil was too great. Theoretically, there was macro-control of the world, and it should not be a one-sided crushing.

"No matter how much you try to shirk responsibility, you can't change the facts. It's easy for those agents from District 13 to defeat us now."

The occupied body of Valon was furious and said, "Get out of my body, you piece of trash."

Not far away, Zhou, Lasu, and Afen looked at their boss, who was suffering from schizophrenia again, with some embarrassment, wondering whether they should persuade him to stop making noise.

"No, there is definitely a problem." The Holy Lord said with a serious tone: "The problem lies with Jackie Chan and his people. If we want to find out, we need to take some risks."

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

The Holy Lord looked away from the Panku Box and said, "We are not going to look for the eighth door anymore. We are going to look for something more important."

Lasu on the side subconsciously asked: "What are you looking for?"

There was a hint of trembling and excitement in the Saint Lord's tone: "The History Book of Time."

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

Once again they were late.

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

In District 13, the old man raised two fingers and said seriously, "It's not that simple."

"The reason we haven't been able to catch anyone for so many times in a row is definitely because we are too strong, which has caused the black energy to counterattack. You should have listened to me and given up practicing the skills."

(End of this chapter)