Chapter 1223 The World Was Born Where the Gods Slept (45)

Knife-like scars appeared in the dream world, the whole world became fragmented, and deep purple mist poured in from the cracks.

"boom!"

A crisp sound was heard, and the old man Long's dream shattered like glass.

It struggled to wake up from the dream world, its body trembling slightly, and its eyes burning like will-o'-the-wisp staring at the enemies in front of it. Its expression was extremely calm, and the will-o'-the-wisp in its pupils kept jumping, as if it was recalling the dream just now.

"call!"

Dark purple mist spewed out from his nostrils and dissipated like hot steam. The dark purple mist surrounding the old dragon's body rushed towards its sternum, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye.

The purple mist seeped into the sternum and sank into the monster's stone slab, exposing the old dragon's dilapidated and decayed body.

The scales and feathers withered like debris and scattered all over the ground. The restraints on the body fell off. At this moment, the old dragon had completely turned into a bone dragon, with only a pale skeleton left on its body.

The monster stone tablet on the chest was flashing with a charming purple light, silent and strange, and you could vaguely see its transparent soul.

At this moment, the old dragon was truly dead, but under the influence of the monster stone tablet, he survived as a soul. His heart was replaced by the monster stone tablet and became the source of energy that gave it life.

"Let's give it a quick death." Xia Yu's eyes fell on the old dragon in front of him, and he said to the Pokémon in front of him: "Go."

As Xia Yu's voice fell, a group of Pokémon shone with energy of various types and attacked the Old Dragon.

Pink fairy energy, black evil energy, indigo dragon energy, white ice energy... different energies left a colorful glow in the air and rushed towards the old dragon, bombarding the old dragon's body.

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and smoke and dust rose up in an instant.

Ok?

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Xia Yu noticed something was wrong.

Purple mist continued to surge, and a layer of purple light shield covered the old dragon's skeleton, blocking all attacks.

The will-o'-the-wisp fire in its pupils danced gently, and it slowly raised its slender neck, looking up at the sky with a solitary look. A faint purple glow emanated from its body, giving people a strange and holy feeling. At this moment, the old dragon was like a devout prayer.

"Woo!"

A low whimpering sound came from the old dragon's mouth.

A dark purple beam of light shot up into the sky, tearing a hole in the gray fog that enveloped the entire dragon cemetery, and rushed straight into the sky. The terrifying ghost energy spread outward like a tide, setting off waves of air, blowing Xia Yu's clothes and making them rustle!

Xia Yu subconsciously raised his hand to block the oncoming energy wave, but his fingertips were the first to touch the dark purple ghost energy... It was not as cold and biting as he had imagined, but instead had an ancient and heavy warmth.

A mournful cry that reaches straight to the soul echoes in my mind, like soaking in a hot spring, but there is a faint trace of sadness hidden deep inside.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky through his fingers. He saw that the dark purple light column was like a giant pillar supporting the sky, tearing through the gray fog that had been lingering over the dragon cemetery for who knows how many years, revealing the dark night sky.

The moonlight is bright and the stars are brilliant.

The sparse stars shimmered faintly in the light like polished diamonds. But the next second, an even more shocking sight unfolded. A faint purple energy at the top of the light began to surge and spread, gradually converging into a gigantic shadow—the outline of a giant dragon, its body slender and sinuous, its pupils ablaze with a will-o'-the-wisp glow, mirroring the old dragon's current posture.

“Roar—Woo—”

Suddenly, whimpering sounds came from the depths of the dragon cemetery. The ghosts and residual souls of the skeleton dragons that were originally wandering in the gray fog all let out low moans, responding to the roar of the old dragon.

They no longer had the ferocity of the past, but instead rushed towards the pillar of light with a hint of enthusiasm!

Countless souls slowly circled around the dark purple light column, and returned to heaven through the torn crack!

Those dragon souls that could not find rest were finally freed with the help of the old dragon. They passed through the cracks torn open by the pillar of light and escaped from the shackles of the gray fog.

The old dragon's neck was still held high, the will-o'-the-wisp fire in his pupils was leaping more violently, and the dark purple glow on his body was becoming more intense.

Its whimpering gradually became louder, with a power that penetrated the soul, as if telling the world about its past and present loneliness.

Xia Yu stood in place, feeling the energy surging around him becoming stronger and stronger. His clothes were rustling in the wind, and his hair was sticking to his forehead in a mess. At this moment, his eyes met with the old man Long.

He could clearly feel the old man Long staring at him. He could clearly sense that the old man Long, who had lived in a daze for who knows how long, was now awake. He could even clearly understand the emotions contained in the old man Long's wailing.

There is self-blame for the souls of deceased kin who cannot rest in peace, there is grief for the dilapidated dragon ruins, and there is also the unwillingness to accept one's own downfall.

"Stop." Xia Yu's voice sounded softly, and he said to the Pokémon in front of him, signaling them to stop attacking.

The old man Long, who is now awake, is not an enemy.

"Crack!"

The emotions surging in Xia Yu's heart made him inexplicably irritated.

His fingertips paused at the edge of his trouser pocket, and when he touched the cold metal cigarette box, it was like he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Xia Yu opened the lid of the box with one hand, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers, and took out a lighter with the other hand. The "clicking" sound of the grinding wheel rubbing against the cigarette was particularly clear in the empty dragon cemetery.

The moment the flames jumped up, he subconsciously turned his head to block the wind.

The moment the tobacco was lit, a spicy smell went into the lungs through the nasal cavity. Xia Yu took a deep breath, but his throat tightened and he couldn't help coughing twice.

He frowned and held the cigarette between his fingers, watching the light blue smoke slowly rise in front of his eyes, and then be blown into pieces by the wind caused by the aftermath of the energy, just like his chaotic mood at the moment.

He took another deep puff of the cigarette, and this time he didn't choke. However, as the thick smoke overflowed from the corners of his mouth, he squinted his eyes slightly, trying to see through the smoke the shadow of the giant dragon gradually fading in the sky.

The Dragon Slate is in his hands.

This may be the old dragon's final song. Once all the souls trapped in the dragon cemetery are freed, it may die.

The old dragon's lifelong obsession was to wait for the return of the Dragon Slate and for that human to complete the unfinished promise, but he never waited for that day until his death.

Should he let the old dragon know that the Dragon Tablet was in his hands, in Zekrom's body.

Xia Yu was completely lost in thought, his vision becoming increasingly blurred. The cigarette burned shorter and shorter, and when it burned his fingertips, he suddenly came to his senses, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it hard with his toes.

The moment the sparks went out, he heard himself exhale heavily, but the inexplicable irritability did not diminish at all. Instead, it lingered in his nose and lungs like the smell of smoke, and would not dissipate for a long time.

He looked down at the cigarette butt that had been crushed into powder, then looked up at the old man Long who was still holding his head high and basking in the moonlight, as if he had made some kind of decision.

…………

Xia Yu, look at you, acting on impulse again!