Chapter 1210 The World Was Born Where the Gods Slept (32)

Gray fog spread across the wilderness for countless miles, and every step felt like sinking into an icy quagmire.

The emerald green will-o'-the-wisp wrapped around Xia Yu, bringing him a touch of warmth in the gray fog.

The fog was so thick that it blocked my vision. Even when I moved my fingertips in front of my eyes, only blurry shadows remained. I could only move forward, following the increasingly thick and dense smell of decay in the air.

The dry grass under my feet had long lost its toughness and crumbled into ashes with a light step. Occasionally, I would kick unknown white bones. The "clicking" sound of bones colliding with gravel seemed particularly harsh in the dead silence of the gray fog.

"Coming."

The flying dragon Balto suddenly stopped, and Alola Gallagher leaped down from its back, stepping on the soft earth. It looked at Xia Yu and spoke softly, its voice filled with mixed emotions: "The giant dragon ruins are not far ahead... Ever since the Dragon God Pillar left, the old dragon has been living here. It should have known we were coming."

"Does it know?" Xia Yu asked with a frown, a cautious look on his face.

"Yes." Allura nodded, then raised his head slightly, his eyes flickering with emerald green will-o'-the-wisp as he gazed into the depths of the gray fog. "This gray fog was originally created by the Youkai Slate. As the controller of the Youkai Slate, Old Dragon naturally knows everything that happens in the gray fog."

"From the moment you stepped into the gray fog, it has known of your existence."

Alola Gallagher's words made Xia Yu's expression even more solemn. He said in a deep voice, "Since it knows everything that happened in the gray fog, then the Blindgrass should also know. How could it not take action when a Pokémon of this level appeared?"

"It doesn't want to care..." Alola Galagala sighed softly and continued, "It is the guardian of the dragon ruins. It has been guarding the ruins devoutly for hundreds of years."

"After the Dragon Pillar left with all the Regidragos, it gave the Youkai Slate to the old dragon. Since then, it has never left the Dragon Ruins."

"It only protects the Dragon Ruins. Everything that happens outside the ruins has nothing to do with it. It doesn't care about what happens outside the ruins, nor does it want to. Its sole purpose in life is to protect the ruins," Alola Galagala said. "So, as long as we don't intrude on the Dragon Ruins, it won't care about us no matter what we do in the gray fog."

"Okay." Xia Yu nodded, a thoughtful look on his face.

From Alola Galagala's description, Xia Yu had a vague feeling that the old dragon might be even more powerful than he imagined, and might even be more powerful than the rotten wood demon he had encountered in Aldomare before.

"Follow me closely." After saying this, Alola Gala Gala walked towards the depths of the gray fog.

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After walking for about half an hour, a vague outline suddenly appeared in the gray fog ahead - the entrance to the dragon ruins had arrived.

The outline of the ruins looked hideous and heavy in the gray fog.

The entrance is composed of two broken dragon head statues. The once majestic dragon heads have long since fallen into the gray fog, leaving only half of the dragon body slanted in the pile of rocks. The scales on the dragon's body have been gnawed by time and are pitted and covered with black vines. Tiny bones are entangled at the roots of the vines, like prey "swallowed" by the dragon head.

The stone beam above was tilted, and the "Y"-shaped symbol engraved on the beam, symbolizing the seven indigo cores of Regidrago, had long been blurred. Only a few dark brown marks were clearly visible. When you looked closely, you could see that they were dried bloodstains, which had been hardened by the gray fog and would fall off if you scratched them.

"We're here, let's go in." Alola's hoarse and solemn voice rang out, making the atmosphere in the team seem depressing and heavy.

"Yeah." Xia Yu responded softly, took a deep breath unconsciously, then raised his head and looked inside along the entrance.

The gray fog at the entrance seemed even thicker, and a huge shadow could be vaguely seen in the depths of the ruins, like an abyss, waiting to drag intruders into darkness.

Xia Yu bent down and followed behind Alola Gala Gala, passing through the low entrance. The thick, impenetrable gray fog wrapped around his body like an icy shroud. Even with the protection of the will-o'-the-wisp fire, every inch of the fog was soaked in a rotten and biting chill that made Xia Yu feel cold all over. Even more strange was that when he inhaled it into his lungs, he felt a sense of fine gravel, as if a hundred years of past were settling in his throat.

The stone slabs under my feet were covered with black moss, and they cracked with a "crunching" sound when I applied a little force. The bottomless darkness could be vaguely seen through the cracks.

Xia Yu walked silently behind, slowly moving towards the depths of the ruins.

The huge stone pillars that once supported the temple are now half broken and tilted, with charred marks remaining on the broken ends, as if they were torn apart by a huge force and then burned by flames. The Regidorago symbols that symbolized the pillars have long lost their luster.

Dark brown rust spread along the lines like solidified bloodstains. Only when the occasional passing cold wind blew up the mist could one barely make out the twisted dragon head engraved between the runes, which seemed to be roaring and rumbling silently.

Most of the walls of the temple not far away had collapsed, and the exposed stone beams were covered with gray-black spider webs, with dry vines and the skeletons of unknown creatures entangled between the webs. The carvings of Regidorago on the murals had long been swallowed by mold, leaving only a few remaining blocks of color, which looked like solidified bloodstains in the gray fog.

As we went deeper into the ruins, the air became heavier, as if even the light was swallowed by the gray fog.

A huge dragon skeleton was inserted diagonally into the pile of rocks, emitting a cold bluish-white luster. The longest rib was three people tall, and the eye sockets of the skull were empty black holes. Looking inside, only thick and indissoluble gray fog was slowly flowing, and the jaw opened and closed, as if the soul of a dragon Pokémon was still wandering inside.

Broken gems were scattered on the ground. The crystals that should have been sparkling were now covered with thick dust. The reflected light flickered in the fog, adding a bit of eeriness.

Next to the keel, a stone slab with a faint luster was embedded in the ground.

The stone slab was surrounded by ghostly energy so dense that it was almost tangible, and a faint purple light seeped out from the cracks. It was the monster stone slab that was the culprit of all this.

Monster Slate? !

Xia Yu didn't expect that the monster stone slab would appear in front of him like this.

Without any preparation or concern, he just appeared like that, but what brought Xia Yu was not a surprise, but a shock!

The moment Xia Yu saw the monster stone slab, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The Yokai Slate is here, but where's the Old Dragon?!

He looked around suddenly, trying to find the body of the old dragon in the thick gray fog, but the gray fog in the hall was too thick, seriously obstructing his vision.

"Be careful!" Xia Yu said in a deep voice.

"You're worried it might hide in the gray fog and launch a surprise attack." Unlike the nervous Xia Yu, Alola Gala Gala's expression seemed somewhat complicated, his eyes flickering with emerald green will-o'-the-wisp beneath his bone mask. "It wouldn't do that, nor would it bother to."

"It is the guardian chosen by the Dragon God Pillar. It is the dragon that guards the dragon ruins. It not only guards the dragon ruins, but more importantly, it guards the glory of the dragon clan."

"It would never do something like a sneak attack."

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