[成龙历险记|西玉|全英]天行不息 06 Sacred History(4)

“Ahh!” Hsi Wu sat up from bed, Jackie Chan next to him was still asleep.
“A dream,” Hsi Wu said to himself.
Hsi Wu walked out of the cave hotel, seeing the North China countryside at night. The night was so quiet and dark, with only a few lights in sight.
Hsi Wu spread the wings and flew onto a hill, looking down at all kinds of loess landforms beneath his feet. Although it was late spring, the countryside of North China before dawn was still slightly cold. He recalled that he once carried bamboo rolls and oracle bones, climbing mountain after mountain, seeking magic power toughly, and nearly fell off cliffs several times. Now, not to mention these hills, even the peak of Mount Everest was at his feet. Gradually, the east was slightly bright.

Suddenly, a piece of paper floated into his hand. With the gleam of dawn, Hsi Wu read:
Dear Sky emperor:
I have known your reputation. You are as expected extraordinary when I recognize you recently. But I could not bear you cooperating with humble mortals. I have been a Dark Chi wizard for sixty years, mastering dark magic of tens of centuries, knowing demons and monsters of thousands of years. Uncle and his teacher Fong are not as superior as one-tenth of me. Feeling my talent may reach one or two-tenths of you, I venture to write this letter, hoping to take over the world with you. Hope you can seize the mask and the cuneiforms, and take the four humans’ lives to avoid future troubles. If you refuse to do so, I will carry on my plan. When I revise history and am not able to take you into account, do not regret it.