manynovel Chapter 665 The Relics of the Gun Pearl
Chapter 665 The Relics of the Gun Pearl
Chapter 665 The Relics of the Gun Pearl
Mt. Tenkan, a majestic mountain range that runs through the Sinnoh region and divides it into east and west sides, is covered in snow and ice year-round.
A biting wind, carrying ice crystals, howled through the valley.
The unique magnetic field environment permeates the area, making this sacred mountain a natural holy site for the evolution of Pokémon such as Nosepass and Magneton.
Riding a giant dragon, Natsume gently deflected the oncoming wind and snow with an invisible psychic barrier.
The mountain area is not closed off, and you can still see a few small black dots from time to time.
Most of them were hikers and trainers who brought their Pokémon to evolve.
These people mostly operate at the foot of the mountain, or at most halfway up.
Natsume withdrew his gaze.
He turned his head to look at the Cynthia flying beside him and her majestic Garchomp.
"What's the name of that ruin you mentioned?" Natsume needed to confirm.
"Pillar of the Spear." Zhu Lan's voice came through the wind and snow, carrying a hint of solemnity.
Natsume's heart stirred slightly.
It really is this place.
"That's right," Zhu Lan continued to explain, her tone carrying the helplessness and a hint of awe characteristic of archaeologists.
"This is the very place where, according to legend, Arceus, the creator god, created Dialga, the god of time."
The sacred site of Palkia, the god of space, and... Giratina, the lord of the Reverse World.
"It is also a famous site that was later thoroughly explored by archaeologists from the Alliance, who searched it inside and out countless times, but found almost nothing except a few broken stone pillars."
Natsume deeply understands the helplessness that Takenori feels.
The pillar of spears is infamous in the archaeological world as the "butcher's knife of archaeology."
Many young scholars, filled with the dream of uncovering the mysteries of creation, entered with great enthusiasm.
They spend decades of their lives, and by the time they emerge, their hair is already gray, yet they often only manage to write papers that are based on conjecture and piled up with literature, making them difficult to falsify and even more difficult to verify.
It has a great reputation, but there is very little actual, physical evidence available for research.
"However," Zhu Lan changed the subject, her gaze sharpening as she looked at the approaching mountain peak ahead.
"The fact that the Galaxy intercepted us halfway this time is an unusual sign in itself."
"Perhaps, this place truly holds secrets we haven't discovered before."
Through the thick clouds, a relatively flat mountaintop platform came into view.
The wind and snow seemed to have lessened a bit, but the air was filled with an ancient silence and an indescribable desolation.
We've arrived at the Pillar of Spear Ruins.
The scene before me was just as described in legends and documents... dilapidated.
The massive platform is paved with an unidentified grayish-white stone, and its surface is covered with cracks and pits after countless years of wind and snow erosion.
On the platform, the most eye-catching feature is the series of broken, enormous stone pillars of varying heights.
They are like the fingers of a giant, or a broken spear, stubbornly pointing towards the gray sky.
The stone pillars are carved with ancient patterns that have long since become blurred, telling tales of past glory and mystery.
However, in stark contrast to this magnificent site is its emptiness and desolation.
Without the Galactic Team's protection, without temporary research facilities, it's even difficult to find any fresh traces of recent human activity.
It was as if the meticulously planned ambush on the mountainside was truly just a chance encounter.
"Strange—" Zhu Lan frowned and looked around warily.
"The Galactic Team went to great lengths to stop us, so why is the ruin itself completely undefended?"
Natsume also jumped off the back of the Great Dragon and stepped onto the cold stone slab.
His telekinesis, like invisible tentacles, meticulously scanned every inch of the surrounding space.
"There are two possibilities: one is that they haven't found anything truly valuable, or an entry point."
"Instead... they believe there's no need for guards here at all, because the secrets are too deeply hidden, or that something more 'hospitable' awaits us."
The two looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.
Since we're already here, we can't possibly leave empty-handed.
They began a meticulous search of the vast ruins.
With her extensive archaeological knowledge, Zhu Lan examined the engravings on the stone pillars and the structure of the platform, trying to find possible mechanisms or hidden compartments.
Golden light gleamed in Natsume's eyes as he used his telekinesis to meticulously examine the anomalies in the energy flow and the folds in space.
Time passed slowly, and apart from the howling wind and the sound of gravel underfoot, nothing was gained.
The silence of the ruins is heartbreaking.
"This can't go on."
Natsume stopped and looked at the middle-parted-haired boy who was squatting idly on a rock, drawing circles with his paws.
"Pikachu?" The man with the middle parting felt Natsume's gaze, looked up, and tilted his head.
Natsume's lips curled into a smile: "Middle parting, it's time for you to show off your talent."
Speaking of which, ever since he obtained the Nightmare God's office, the man with the middle part has become less sleepy than before.
Was the previous excessive sleepiness a side effect of incomplete priesthood?
"Pikachu?!" The man with the middle parting had a look on his face that said, "What do you want me to do now?"
"Your perception of divine power is far more acute than ours," Natsume said, pointing to the ruins.
"The legend here is closely related to three legendary Pokémon that hold divine positions."
"Try to sense it carefully. Is there any... special aura? Even if it's just a very faint trace."
""
Although reluctant, the man with the middle parting jumped off the rock.
It closed its eyes, stood upright like a tail, and its nose twitched slightly in the air.
Before long, it began to carefully "sniff" through the ancient ruins, just like a real treasure-hunting mouse.
Its nose twitched slightly, its eyes were closed, and its plump body moved with a lightness that seemed disproportionate to its size as it darted among the broken pillars and ruins.
It would sometimes stop and tap the ground with its paws;
Sometimes it floats up, close to the blurry engravings on the stone pillar.
Zhu Lan also stopped what she was doing, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at the person with the middle part.
"Your Pikachu has this special skill?"
"It's not a special skill."
Natsume shook his head.
Pointing to a man with a middle parting who had quietly stopped while he and Zhu Lan were talking, and was secretly stuffing something into the dream space.
"Give it to me!"
Natsume reacted quickly and snatched it away.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small, broken flute.
"Hehe..."
With its middle-parted hair and hands behind its back, head down, it showed no embarrassment at being caught red-handed, and instead continued its search as if nothing had happened.
Zhu Lan's lips twitched, and then she turned her gaze to the broken flute in Natsume's hand.
"What is this?"
Takeran looked at the small flute in Natsume's hand with a puzzled expression.
The flute is made entirely of wood, and it looks as if someone casually carved it with a knife.
"Do you want to blow it?"
Natsume handed the dirty flute to Takeran.
The latter ignored it, silently took it, and examined it closely.
"A myth related to the flute... I do know one."
Zhu Lan paused for a moment as she spoke.
"Legend has it that Arceus will appear the moment the celestial flute is played."