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Lines of scarlet data streams refreshed rapidly, eventually settling on a single frame.
[WARNING! Extremely strong super-energy spatial fluctuations, not belonging to the current space, have been detected!]
[WARNING! The energy level far exceeds the current scope of our understanding!]
[Target locked...]
[Locked successfully!]
[Target Location: At the eye of the storm lies an undiscovered secret island!]
A series of warnings made Lin Che's heart race.
But what truly made his pupils contract was the two enormous characters at the very center of the panel, composed of countless streams of golden data, so large they almost filled his entire field of vision—
Superpowered!
These two words were shimmering with an incomparably dazzling, even somewhat blinding, golden light!
The light seemed to have a tangible quality, carrying a supreme and unquestionable majesty, and was deeply imprinted on his retina!
Lin Che's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Stop!"
He yanked the reins sharply, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion.
The Warrior Eagle immediately understood, flapped its wings, and brought its massive body to a sudden stop in mid-air, hovering at the edge of the thunderstorm cloud.
Lin Che's gaze pierced through the layers of dark clouds that rolled like ink, looking towards the eye of the storm, which was shrouded in endless lightning and filled with an aura of destruction.
It was an apocalyptic scene.
Thick, purple lightning bolts, like dragons and snakes, darted wildly through the thick clouds, each flash turning the entire sky a ghastly purple. Deafening thunder roared incessantly, a thunderous boom capable of crushing the soul.
destroy.
confusion.
death.
This is the most direct feeling that this sea area gives to all life.
But Lin Che's heart began to pound uncontrollably at that moment.
Not because of fear.
Rather, it was because of an extreme, almost bursting, desire and excitement!
His team includes a Dragon-type Dratini, a Fire-type Arcanine, a Flying-type Braviary, and a Ghost-type Litwick... each of them is a top-tier fighter with unlimited potential.
However, one crucial piece of the puzzle is still missing.
A powerful psychic partner, capable of serving as the core of the team's tactics!
He had been searching for so long that he even thought he would have to wait until he entered a higher-level area to find something.
He never imagined that this opportunity would appear before him in such a shocking and dangerous way.
The prompts from the Eye of Truth have never been wrong.
The golden words "Superpower" represent the highest level of energy he has ever seen!
no doubt.
he knows.
The piece of the puzzle I'd been searching for so long, the one that would fill the last gap in my team's strengths...
That powerful psychic partner, perhaps...
No, it must be there!
Right here in this desolate, stormy land that no one dares to set foot in, a land filled with death and the unknown!
After bidding farewell to the dark-skinned, weathered old captain, Lin Che did not linger at the port.
He flipped and leaped onto the broad back of the warrior eagle, the cold sea breeze ruffling the wisps of hair on his forehead.
No words were needed; the hearts of the man and the eagle were already in sync.
The magnificent raptor turned around, its sharp eagle eyes locking onto the hideous, never-fading purple scar on the distant horizon.
That place is a forbidden sea area that the East China Sea Alliance fears to even mention.
"Wow—!"
A high-pitched eagle cry that pierced the clouds and split rocks heralded the start of the challenge.
With a flap of its wings, the mighty eagle transformed into an arrow, resolutely charging into the death zone shrouded in purple thunderstorms year-round!
The world changed abruptly the moment the thunderstorm struck.
The gentle sea breeze was replaced by a violent whistling sound, and the air was filled with a strong, unsettling smell of ozone.
A pale blue aura swirled rapidly around the Warrior Eagle, forming a robust energy shield—a manifestation of its own power. Upon the shield, a crystal-clear gem emitted a soft glow, continuously supplying pure flying-type energy—the [Flying Gem] was at work.
Even so, the situation remains precarious.
Boom!
A purple lightning bolt as thick as a bucket exploded unexpectedly beside them, its violent arcs tearing through the air with a teeth-grinding hiss, almost grazing the edge of the warrior eagle's wing.
A wave of scorching heat hit him, and Lin Che could even smell the burnt smell of his hair.
This is just the beginning.
From all directions, up, down, left, and right, powerful, unpredictable, and deadly turbulent currents surged forth from every unpredictable angle. Their power was terrifying; at times, they seemed like an invisible giant hand trying to grip them tightly, and at other times, they transformed into sharp blades, attempting to tear them apart directly from the air.
The warrior eagle let out a painful cry, its massive body shaking violently in the gale. Each flap of its wings consumed a tremendous amount of energy to fight against this force that was capable of overturning everything.
This sea area truly deserves its infamous reputation as a "no-man's land".
Lin Che clung tightly to the eagle's back, his muscles tense, using all his strength to maintain his balance. He knew very well that if it weren't for the Warrior Eagle's inherent strength, which was close to the peak of the elite level, coupled with the extra energy provided by the [Flying Gem], any ordinary elite-level Flying-type Pokémon would probably not have lasted even three minutes before being completely crushed to pieces by this violent heavenly power.
The concept of time becomes blurred here.
As far as the eye could see, there were rolling, thick, inky clouds and wildly dancing purple lightning bolts.
The deafening thunder continued unabated, as if the entire world was crumbling under its force.
The only guidance came from the depths of Lin Che's mind.
In the vision of the Eye of Truth, the entire raging world appears as a pitch-black fog filled with interfering data.
Only directly ahead, there is a coordinate point that emits a constant, clear light.
It is the only lighthouse in this pitch-black fog.
"Warrior Eagle, hold on! Trust me, charge in that direction!"
Lin Che's voice was torn apart by the strong wind, but he believed his companions could hear him.
The Warrior Eagle responded with a loud cry, its sharp eyes showing no sign of hesitation, only unwavering trust in its trainer. It gritted its teeth, squeezing every last ounce of strength from its body, resolutely and inch by inch advancing towards the direction indicated by the light.
I don't know exactly how much time has passed.
It might take an hour, or it might take half a day.
When Lin Che's mental and physical strength were on the verge of their limits, and even the airflow shield on the Warrior Eagle began to flicker, the suffocating sense of oppression in front of him suddenly disappeared without warning.
The gale, the thunder, the turbulent currents—everything came to an abrupt halt the moment they crossed some invisible boundary.
The world fell into an absolute, deathly silence.
The Warrior Eagle surged forward a distance due to inertia before stabilizing itself in the air.
Lin Che slowly raised his head, and when he (Li Qianzhao) saw the scene before him clearly, his breath stopped completely.
The eye of the storm was not the calm sea he had imagined.
There is no sky or ocean here.
This is an airspace.
A vast, boundless expanse of airspace ruled by absolute silence and darkness.
Directly in front of him, countless pitch-black runes, resembling some kind of mysterious hieroglyphics, were silently suspended in the void.
They were densely packed, numbering in the thousands, spontaneously forming a massive, sky-covering, slowly rotating black wall.
The scale of the wall surpasses the limits of human imagination; it stretches upwards to an unseen top and downwards to an unfathomable bottom, like a crement from creation that has divided the world.
Each rune has a different shape; some resemble eyes, while others are shaped like arms. They emanate a pure and unadulterated spiritual power.
This spiritual power was so vast and boundless that it even distorted the surrounding space!
"Unknown totem..."
Lin Che's throat became incredibly dry, and he managed to utter those four words with difficulty.
He finally understood everything.
It turns out that the terrifying thunderstorm that had shrouded the East China Sea for decades was not a natural phenomenon at all!
Those thousands upon thousands of unknown totems, by releasing their immense spiritual power, forcibly distorted the real space, thus artificially creating an energy forbidden zone that isolates all life!
This is a natural barrier that keeps any life away.
At the same time, it is also a vast and unsolvable spatial labyrinth composed of pure spiritual power.
The mysterious supernatural island he had been searching for was right behind this rotating totem wall, at the very heart of this labyrinth!
Chapter 59 The Lost Diary, The Trapped Soul! The Metamorphosis of the Mini Dragon, a Close Call!
The torrent of spirit transformed into a tangible barrier.
Countless black, one-eyed characters, unknown totems spun rapidly, intertwining to form an impenetrable, constantly twisting wall. They were not made of flesh and blood, yet they exuded a sense of oppression more terrifying than any behemoth. It was a pure spiritual pressure, acting directly on the soul, causing Lin Che's temples to throb and his heartbeat to feel as heavy as a drum.
Any attempt to force their way in is futile.
The moment this conclusion crossed his mind, it was confirmed by the data stream of the [Eye of Truth]. This wall had no physical form and was immune to all conventional attacks. It was a living mental labyrinth constructed by tens of thousands of consciousnesses.
The eagle beneath it let out an uneasy cry, its wings flapping erratically. It felt the suffocating, life-force-driven pressure.
Lin Che gently placed his palm on the sturdy neck of the warrior eagle, conveying a calm and resolute will. His gaze pierced through the rotating totem wall, looking towards the center of the labyrinth, shrouded in storm and appearing and disappearing.