Chapter 681: The Epilogue of the Sixth Life
When the splintered continents gradually settled, no longer drifting wantonly and going with the flow.
When the earth and ocean gradually stabilized, no longer releasing their fury.
When the sky once again revealed the profile of the morning sun, no longer treating the world with a sullen face.
The moment the lava cooled into dark mountain ranges, the seawater retreated into tranquil rivers, the earth's crust stopped tearing and roaring, and sunlight enveloped the land.
In the silence, all things heard the heartbeat of the planet once again.
By this time.
The three gods who had survived from the ancient era to the present.
Also felt exhausted.
Groudon and Kyogre had consumed too much natural energy and devolved into their normal forms, just like Rayquaza.
Regigigas's body, under the wind and rain, gradually became increasingly sluggish, its body hunching over significantly.
They were all too tired.
Physically tired.
And emotionally tired.
The memories of what seemed to have happened just a short while ago continuously ravaged their hearts and souls.
[...If being awake makes you feel pain, then go to sleep. Once you fall asleep, you won't feel pain anymore.]
So.
You had already thought of this back then?
Groudon sank into the underground magma.
Kyogre dove into the abyssal depths of the sea.
Regigigas wandered on the earth for a long time, finally stopping in a land of ice and snow, hugging itself and falling into a deep sleep.
They learned how to say goodbye.
They underestimated the yearning.
Compared to the three gods with fragile hearts.
Rayquaza still guarded this planet day and night, continuing to fulfill his duties.
Of course.
He was also searching for the legendary 'method of eternity' for his friend.
He had sought out Palkia, the God of Space.
And visited Dialga, the God of Time.
Inevitably, a few huge battles broke out.
And he also obtained some answers.
That is.
The method of eternity does not exist.
He knew this answer would not be accepted by that guy, so he simply gave up continuing the search with relief.
The drizzle wets the passing light.
The fragrant grass is lush, and the sorrow is long.
Tens of thousands of years passed quickly.
Too many changes occurred in this world.
One Legendary Pokémon after another was born into this world, endowing it with even stronger vitality.
The former Cocoon of Destruction.
Hatched into a God of Destruction named Yveltal.
The former Tree of Life.
Evolved into a God of Life named Xerneas.
The giant comet formerly tossed aside by Regigigas.
Later took root where it was.
Becoming a miraculous giant stone that could absorb and transmit sunlight through its fragments.
On this giant stone.
Also stuck a dragon horn exuding a terrifying aura.
As long as this dragon horn existed.
All things in the world.
Dared not act presumptuously.
Countless Pokémon were thus able to find a glimmer of living space within this giant stone.
Groudon and Kyogre would be jolted awake by a certain nightmare every once in a while.
After waking up.
They would muddleheadedly find each other, and then start fighting again.
And at such times.
Rayquaza would descend from the sky and stop them from continuing to fight.
He neither wanted them to hurt themselves, nor did he want other Pokémon to come knocking and bully them because of this.
This used to be Kazuya's job.
Only.
Now it had become one of Rayquaza's responsibilities.
After Regigigas went to sleep, he basically never woke up again.
Or perhaps he woke up in between.
Only to actively fall back into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.
He didn't want to wake up.
Tens of millions of years passed again.
The League Era.
The major event that happened in the ancient era was vaguely passed down by an unknown Sky God.
To distinguish them from ordinary Dragon-type Pokémon.
The Dragon Clan of the past.
Is now referred to as the Ancient Dragon Clan.
And that Ancient Dragon King, who could sit on equal footing with himself in the words of the Sky God, was also crowned by humans with the title of 'Ancient Dragon God'.
Unfortunately.
The Draconids who knew of this matter had lived in seclusion for too long.
They could go for hundreds or thousands of years without interacting with the outside world, so much so that this title didn't spread very far.
It was only recorded among a group of ancient peoples who worshipped the Dragon Clan.
The grassland from tens of millions of years ago.
Is now the Dragon's Holy Land in the Unova region, the Village of Dragons.
And the people living there, calling themselves the Dragon's People, hold the belief and viewpoint of Dragon Clan supremacy from beginning to end.
The volcanic mountain range from tens of millions of years ago.
Is now the hard-to-find Charicific Valley in the Johto region.
There is an ancient tribe there that worships Charizard, known to others as the Ancient Dragon Clan.
The rocky mountain range from tens of millions of years ago.
Is now the Pokémon utopia in the Kalos region, the Nebel Plateau.
A secluded sanctuary belonging solely to Pokémon.
The comet from tens of millions of years ago.
Is now the globally renowned Tree of Beginning in northern Kanto.
The dragon horn stuck in that comet has suppressed and protected the time within the Tree of Beginning for tens of millions of years.
Those so-called Time Flowers.
Are nothing more than the comet fragments that were scattered all over the world back then.
The Ancient Dragon Clan, which once appeared in the world like a brief flash in the pan, also left a colorful and heavy stroke in the world.
And even more so, left an unignorable and important event in human history: The Black Dragon Saves the World.
Occasionally.
Some interesting things would also happen in this world.
For example.
When Ash was traveling in the Kalos region, he would find that his Goomy liked to sing an inexplicable tune at dusk.
Whenever Ash asked what song that was.
Goomy would shake its head blankly, and then shake its head again.
For example.
When Kabutops ran out from the underground world.
After hearing Kazuya's voice and feeling his Aura.
They would immediately flee in terror.
For example.
When Carbink were searching everywhere for Diancie in the underground world.
Wearing a small black flower on their heads.
Would prevent them from drawing any attacks from underground Dragon Clan Pokémon.
And for example.
Cynthia's fearless Garchomp, when facing Jarvis's Charizard.
Would actually unexpectedly reveal a look of timidity.
To this day.
Those scholars who had been to a certain underground world were still researching.
Every evening at sunset.
What exactly does that Ancient Dragon's Chant, always sung in unison by coincidence, represent?
It sounds like they are saying goodbye to someone?
Or perhaps they are conveying some kind of message to someone?
Why can a group of Pokémon from different underground worlds, even different regions, reach a consensus on this matter across time and space?
What exactly is engraved in their genes?
Unfortunately.
Humans are destined to never understand.
There is only one reason that song has survived to this day:
We will definitely make you hear it.
No matter where you went.
No matter how long it has been.
At dusk, we will all chant this chapter.
To let you know.
We are still alive.
And we will live even better.
As long as the Dragon Clan has not gone extinct.
This song will forever accompany your will and live on.
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