"No, I am not. I am the child of Yuan Jia," Feng Che corrected flatly, leaving zero room for ambiguity.
"The always-smiling Yuan Jia..." Yuan Ba muttered, his eyes instantly shifting into a landscape of intense yearning. "Tell me, how is your mother faring in the world above?"
Prior to his sudden displacement from the Sinnoh Region, he had structuralized dozens of contingency blueprints across the clan's archives to shield the Yuan bloodline from external risk.
"Grandfather, it is mathematically more efficient for your station to directly audit the memory data-stream I am about to route to your console."
Unchaining a precise, concentrated ripple of his psychokinetic frequency, Feng Che funneled the complete itemized chronicle of the Yuan House's recent twenty-year history directly into Yuan Ba's neural pathways.
Yuan Ba's expression darkened at a preposterous velocity, his weathered features shifting from deep grief into an absolute, veins-bursting iron-blue rage.
"Audacious dogs...! To think the Temple faction possessed the unmitigated gall to systematically dismantle my house in my absence! They are utterly devoid of institutional honor!"
Yuan Ba roared, the violent surge of his emotional output causing his palm to crash downward with heavy, involuntary force, instantaneously pulverizing the thick limestone stool beneath his frame into fine gray dust.
"However... your material intervention was magnificent, Feng Che. Had your core not claimed the Patriarch seat to stabilize the lines, the foundational legacy of the Yuan House would have been completely wiped from the charts."
"I never calculated that my disappearance would invite such severe internal factional rot... and that my beloved Mei Shenzi would be reduced to a calcified stone monument."
"For the undisputed paramount hegemon of the Sinnoh underground to degrade into the weakest node among the five Great Families... it is a profound institutional shame," Yuan Ba exhaled a heavy, ragged breath, turning his dark eyes onto the remaining veteran elites standing in the shadows of the temple.
"To be candid, our vanguard designed hundreds of exploratory operations to force an extraction vector out of this Ultra Space."
"But our analytics verified that to breach the dimensional boundaries to return to the baseline world, our forces had to wait for a random, natural opening query from an Ultra Wormhole."
"The retention window of those natural rifts is exceptionally volatile, sustaining cohesion for a mere one to two seconds. If a mass column attempts to force transit during a unstable phase, the sheer spatial drag will fluidly tear their biological frameworks into atomic scrap."
"Transporting our entire tribal population out of this abyss via standard mechanics was a logistical impossibility." Yuan Ba sighed, his shoulders sinking.
"This introduces zero computational difficulty for my current roster," Feng Che communicated telepathically, his neural link locked onto the Old Master's mind.
"Shaymin commands an active, high-capacity Life Greenhouse pocket within its framework. The exact millisecond the entire vanguard population relocates inside that sanctuary, we can fluidly cross the dimensional threshold without registering a single micro-fissure of spatial friction."
"However... my strategy requires an immediate, unmonitored exploration of the Altar of the Sunne and the Altar of the Moone. I intend to verify if their central coordinates anchor a permanent, hard-coded gateway leading straight back into the primary Pokémon world."
Per his historical game databases, the architectural nexuses of the twin altars naturally housed the definitive spatial anchors to map stable transit vectors to the baseline plane.
"Concurrently, I refuse to permit the lower clansmen to register the structural parameters or existence of Shaymin's pocket world. Therefore, Grand Master, I require you to assemble the entire population within this cavern block so my assets can deploy a high-potency Hypnotic Powder sequence to force total unconsciousness across the line."
"Once their cognitive functions are blacked out, we can safely siphon them into the green zones."
Yuan Ba processed the parameters for a fraction of a second before delivering a firm, approving nod. "An exceptional tactical configuration. The existence of the Guardian's pocket layer must remain an absolute, classified monopoly restricted exclusively to the sovereign Patriarch. I will tolerate zero info-leakage regarding a secret our house has guarded for generations."
Driven by a profound, burning desire to reclaim his home soil, the old general pivoted toward his vanguard commander.
"Yuan Meng! Authorize an immediate total assembly script across all sectors! We are evacuating this Ultra Space to reclaim our sovereign status within the Pokémon world!"
"Instruct every family unit to pack their primary asset reserves and household cargo. The exact millisecond the headcount and material audits finalize, we exit this coordinate grid."
"Furthermore... to preserve our operational security from this point forward, your station will address me strictly as Elder Yuan Ba," the old man commanded firmly.
"The directives are completely understood, Elder Yuan Ba!"
Yuan Meng's lips split into a wide, ecstatic grin; his station had been parsing the telemetry for an extraction vector for twenty winters.
"Feng Che, does your current inventory house a sufficient bank of capture spheres? My sailors refuse to abandon the alpha assets we have successfully broken and domesticated across this abyss."
Feng Che casually accessed his spatial ring, extracting a massive, structured crate filled to the brim with various high-tier capture units—predominantly dominated by the geometric frames of Beast Balls.
"The biological composition of an Ultra Space entity is highly deviant; your crew must explicitly utilize these specialized Beast Balls to stabilize their containment fields. For common, baseline Pokémon variants, standard capture spheres will suffice," Feng Che explained smoothly, passing the crate down.
A few hours later, once the entire tribal population of the stranded Yuan vanguard had compressed their coordinates inside the narrow main cavern vault, Feng Che gave his primary grass titan a subtle nod.
Venusaur unhinged its jaws, projecting a massive, cascading cloud of silver-white Sleep Powder that rained seamlessly over the heads of the gathered clansmen. Within seconds, the villagers let out a succession of heavy, involuntary yawns, their frames collapsing softly onto the stone floor as their consciousness dropped into deep stasis.
With a fluid flick of his fingers, a psychokinetic displacement field flared. Within a single millisecond, the entire sleeping population and their cargo lots were cleanly siphoned into the greenhouse fields, leaving absolutely zero entities within the cavern save for Feng Che and Yuan Ba.
"Let us deploy, Grand Master. Guide my stride toward the twin altars."
"The perimeter surrounding those shrines is exceptionally treacherous, Feng Che. The sectors are tightly monitored and heavily fortified by dozens of sovereign Ultra Beasts and high-tier alpha lines."
"They function as a highly disciplined vanguard, protecting the sacred sleep of their respective cosmic deities."
Yuan Ba reached for his primary belt, preparing to unchain his core combat asset—a battle-scarred Garchomp—to clear the path, but Feng Che's hand calmly intercepted his wrist.
With a smooth release command, Feng Che deployed his Naganadel.
The colossal purple dragon-wasp let out an earth-shaking, majestic roar as its massive wings fanned the cave air, taking flight into the high violet sky.
"An active Naganadel... an extraordinarily pristine, maximum-tier dragon specimen," Yuan Ba breathed, his veteran eyes gleaming with unadulterated professional envy as he analyzed the sleek, predatory contours of the wasp.
"I must request the Grand Master to map the precise aerial vector routing toward the altars," Feng Che requested respectfully, gesturing for the elder to mount the spine.
The Tracking Shadows
Meanwhile, within the neon-drenched industrial heart of Lumiose City, Kalos...
The four primary High Priests of the ancient cult—representing the elemental houses of Wind, Fire, Water, and Earth—stood perfectly static within a dim shadow alley, their features completely blank with absolute frustration.
They had endured a grueling, long-distance transit from the deep historical tracks of the Johto Region specifically to execute a liquidation contract against Feng Che within Kalos, only to compute that their target had vanished entirely from the Lumiose metropolitan grid before their tracking units could finalize a lock.
Worse yet, upon deploying their advanced, blood-sacrificial divination arrays to map Feng Che's current precise coordinate framework, the spiritual needles had thrown a catastrophic data error—returning an absolute metric indicating that Feng Che's life-force signature no longer occupied the material plane of this world.
"The diagnostic array insists his consciousness has left this world... Such a parameter is mathematically impossible!" the High Priest of Wind spat, his teeth gritted in pure fury.
"Living or dead, my blade requires his physical chassis!"
"Should our vanguard fail to deliver Feng Che's severed skull to the high altar within the specified chronological window, High Priest Shaka will personally strip the flesh from our bones to feed the pits," he whispered, a trace of raw terror cracking his stoic facade.
Resting deep within their linen cloaks, the mysterious obsidian feathers they carried were actively venting a thick, roiling shroud of toxic dark energy. If their network failed to isolate Feng Che's coordinates shortly, the malevolent artifact would automatically begin siphoning and devouring their own soul-cores to satisfy its hunger.
"My data-scouts intercepted reports indicating that the Alolan interior houses several anomalous spatial fractures known as Ultra Wormholes," the High Priest of Fire intervened, his eyes narrow. "Is it within the margins of probability that Feng Che forced an entry query into one of those rifts? That would flawlessly satisfy the divination data stating he has exited this world."
"The Ultra Space represents a completely separate, broken dimensional plane."
"A highly logical hypothesis," the High Priest of Earth rumbled, validating the track. "However, the unlisted smuggling hulls routing from the Kalosian ports to the Alolan archipelago operate on a strict fifteen-day clearance cycle. Forcing a blind tracking chase down that maritime line introduces an unacceptable chronological drag. Our most efficient strategy is to anchor our coordinates right here in Lumiose City and await his return vector."
"The Alolan sector lacks direct commercial flight paths to external regions. Should Feng Che intend to transition toward his upcoming Elite coronation in Unova, his logistics track must programmatically route back through the Kalos mainland."
"Lumiose City houses the absolute largest international transit hub dominating this sector; I mathematically guarantee his silhouette will rematerialize within this city line."
"And should his vanguard attempt an alternative detour, we simply adjust our tracking grid to intercept him across the Unova borders," the High Priest of Water laughed陰 (yin)-sideously, a cruel smirk crossing his features. "He cannot evade his liquidation; his Elite appointment forces his console to report to the Unova main desk exactly one month from today."
The Threshold of the Lake
At that exact chronological second, Feng Che's Naganadel completed its high-velocity descent, hovering smoothly over the outskirts of the Altar of the Sunne.
Dominating the local geography was a gargantuan, perfectly circular abyssal lake whose waters were completely static, dark, and glassy.
The structural blueprint of the Ultra Space shared an exceptionally dense morphological alignment with the Distortion World ruled by Giratina—thousands of shattered, massive floating landmasses and crystalline rock towers hovered completely detached across the violet sky, formatting a stark, haunting simulation of an apocalyptic end-state.
Yet, the sector wasn't entirely starved of luminance; the unique mineral composition of the floating basalt ridges allowed the rocks to continuously emit a sharp, incandescent white brilliance that illuminated the canyons like permanent daylight.
"Feng Che, the security density patrolling the outer perimeter of the twin shrines is extreme. The vanguard forces are packed with high-order Ultra Beasts."
"Maintain absolute combat discipline."
Having safely guided the teenager to the primary coordinate block, Elder Yuan Ba stepped through the spatial veil into Shaymin's greenhouse to focus his internal breathing and recalibrate his nervous system after the flight.
Feng Che adjusted his visor, his tracking arrays instantly locking onto an immense concentration of territorial Ultra Beasts occupying the lake margins, supplemented by massive packs of feral Alolan variants.
The exact millisecond Naganadel's shadow brushed past the outer limestone pillars of the Altar of the Sunne, the ground beneath their vector violently buckled. A massive, ancient Palossand erupted out of the shifting sand dunes, its hollow, shadowed mouth unhinging as it launched a high-velocity concussive sand barrage straight toward the dragon's prow.