Chapter 1222 The World Was Born Where the Gods Slept (44)

Beneath the snow curtain, beyond the deep purple fog, Darkrai was in the air. Turbid white hair rolled irregularly above its head like mist. Its body, between substance and nothingness, floated like black flames, and the edges of its body were like rags gnawed by time, fluttering in the wind.

Darkrai raised his right hand high, and the rich evil energy condensed in his hand, turning into a concentrated evil energy ball, and then suddenly exploded!

The evil energy permeated the entire world like a tide, turning the entire world into a dark world like ink. The surging evil energy attached to the body of the old dragon, dragging the old dragon into the dream world like an abyss!

All the previous Pokémon attacks were preparations, the purpose of which was to injure Dragonite, create an opportunity for Darkrai, and drag Dragonite into the dream world.

Feeling the erosion from the evil energy, the old dragon suddenly roared to the sky, but only its roaring and wailing could be seen, but no sound could be heard.

The sound was swallowed up and everything was silent!

A feeling of sleepiness came from the depths of his soul, and an intense feeling of fatigue surged into his heart, making the old dragon want to give up resistance. He wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

Its long, slender neck lowered slightly and hung to the ground.

In a trance, the old man seemed to have returned to the Wanlong Plain, where the grass was green and it was spring all year round.

The wind was filled with the sweet scent of clover, and when it brushed across my body it brought with it the coolness of morning dew.

He subconsciously stretched his limbs, and his sharp claws lightly touched the grass, but he only touched a soft patch. It was a meadow fluffier than the clouds, with tiny golden flowers blooming all year round, and they would not wither even in the deepest winter months.

The stream in the distance was shining with the light of broken silver, clear to the bottom. The stream was gurgling, and the yo-yo candy balls were sliding on the surface of the stream, creating ripples.

There are always a few transparent insects entangled in the steaming white mist, and when they flap their wings, they drop specks of fluorescent light.

It always likes to lie on the bank of the stream, with the shallow stream water covering its footsteps and face, and the warm and cool feeling permeating its body, bringing a hint of coolness.

It likes to watch its own reflection in the water and swim with schools of miliosaurs.

Those militosaurs are not afraid of strangers and will gently rub the water with their snouts, bringing a tingling sensation.

The remains of the giant dragon in the center of the plain are still there, and so is the ancient tree next to the remains.

The trunk is so thick that it takes several dragons standing side by side to hug it. Countless light blue flowers and fruits hang between the branches. Traveling wind chimes hang from the treetops, picking star peach fruits from the tree with their light tails. When the wind blows, they sway gently like wind chimes, making a crisp "ding-ding-ding" sound.

The Regidoragos engaged in a fierce battle in the dragon ruins, often causing loud noises.

In the past, every morning, many dragon-type Pokémon would gather under the giant tree to listen to it tell the ancient story of the Dragon Pillar.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, weaving a mottled web of light on the grass, and even the air is filled with a warm halo.

The sky at that time was always light blue, with occasional large clouds floating by, seemingly suspended in the air. When bluebirds flew by, the cloud fluff would stick to the corners and wings, and a slight shake would bring down soft fluff all over the world.

He still remembered that when he first learned the Dragon Wave, he excitedly ran across the Dragon Plains for a whole day until the sunset dyed the clouds orange-red. He then returned to his companions with a glow on his body and shared the Dragon Fire Fruit on his claws.

At this moment, the wind blew again, bringing with it the familiar fragrance of flowers and the sound of gurgling water.

It seemed to have really returned to the past, back to the Plains of Ten Thousand Dragons, which belonged to dragon-type Pokémon... But a nightmare suddenly came to its mind, and a cold wind blew past. It only felt its body was cold, as if it had fallen into the abyss!

The meadow before him gradually withered, and death and desolation enveloped the place. The Dragon Pillar abandoned this place, and the dragon-type Pokémon fled from here, regarding it as an ominous place and a place of death.

It is the only one still holding on here, guarding the monster slab, guarding the dragon ruins, waiting for that human to come back to fulfill the promise, waiting for Regidorago to come back here again.

It keeps waiting like this, from spring to summer, and from autumn to winter, and each wait can last for a hundred years.

In the first few decades, the meadow still changed according to the old rhythm. The spring clover still reached its ankles, and the cicadas in early summer would chirp among the branches of the giant trees on time. When the autumn wind blew, the purple flowers would fade into light brown, and the winter snow would accumulate into a thin layer on the body.

It always used its claws to dig through the grass leaves in the early morning, looking for the pit where Yaya and Baobeilong had hidden the fruit together. But the pit was filled with fallen leaves over the years, and no longer contained the familiar fruit fragrance.

The aerial roots of the giant trees gradually withered, the leaves began to fall, the wind chimes no longer rang, and the crisp "ding-ling" sound became dull, as if the edges had been dulled by time.

By the fiftieth year, the stream had gradually dried up, and fog appeared in the dragon ruins. Light gray mist began to form on its body, and fine scales would fall from the edges of its body. The entire Ten Thousand Dragon Plain became dead silent and cold.

It remembered that one winter was particularly cold and it snowed for three whole months. It listened to the sound of snow breaking dead branches and vaguely thought it was the footsteps of the returning dragon-type Pokémon. But when it opened its eyes, there was only vast white snow, and even its own shadow was buried.

In the last few decades, the changes have become increasingly obvious.

The branches of the giant tree have completely withered, and the thick shade that once covered half of the meadow is now only sparse branches.

The meadow has completely disappeared, replaced by drought-resistant sea buckthorn. The cicadas' chirping in early summer has become a swan song, and the occasional sounds have become shrill wails, as thin as a thread that may break at any time.

Its body grew heavier, its consciousness gradually blurred. Living in the gray fog all day, it could no longer distinguish between day and night. Yet it maintained its original posture, its chin resting on the stone wall of the ruins, its eyes gazing into the distance, as if it would see the familiar dragon figure crossing the sparse meadow in the next second.

Over the past hundred years, the green grass has withered and grown again, the stream has risen and fallen, and the ruins are still the same ruins, but everything in the ruins is gone.

Its scales have long lost their luster, but it is still waiting, looking forward to a familiar scent in the wind, sticking to the promise that spans a hundred years.

Even though its body gradually decayed, its flesh began to rot, revealing pale bones, its eyeballs fell out and were replaced by deep will-o'-the-wisp fire, its consciousness gradually blurred and became confused... but its remaining consciousness still did not forget its mission, nor did it forget the promise.

It is waiting for the man's arrival, waiting for the appearance of the Dragon Slate, and waiting for the return of the Dragon Pillar.

It also wanted to take another look at the bustling Wanlong Plain, listen to the echo of the wind chimes again, and taste the star peach fruit on the tree again.

"call……"

Heavy breathing sounds were heard, and the old man Long's eyes suddenly opened, and the dark purple ghost fire burned like a raging fire!

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Wake up, old dragon!

Today is the 29th, and there are only two days left before this month's task of updating two chapters a day will be successfully completed!

Finally, I would like to thank the big guys for the gifts. I will take advantage of the weekend tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to write at home and save more drafts.

Love you all~

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