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Chapter 282 The murals deep within the passage, a dangerous possibility?
Honestly, Gengar felt that its shadow ability was already quite strong, allowing it to move freely through the thick walls of this passage and even bring Lingfeng into its shadow.

But compared to the guy in front of him, he's nothing.

The ability to project power outwards and form a stable shield is simply too advanced for it.
Ling Feng patted Gengar's head and then gestured for it to go back to the shadows.

After all, although the environment here is isolated by the shield, there are still risks. In case of any accident, it would be safer to be in the shadows.

Gengar rolled its eyes and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving only its eyes to observe the surroundings in the dark.

The group continued forward through the passage.

The further you go in, the more eerie the environment of the passage becomes.

Even with Marshall's protective shield, Ling Feng could still feel the unsettling aura around him constantly intensifying.

The air here became incredibly viscous, almost like some kind of liquid. Although the protective shield blocked the harmful substances, the psychological pressure was undeniable.

The sides of the passage were no longer smooth stone walls, but instead had some strange textures.

These textures resemble the blood vessels of some kind of creature, still pulsating slightly and emitting a faint purple light.

Ling Feng looked at these things and was secretly surprised.

There is a large amount of Soul-Eating Mist here.

Moreover, the fog here seems to be different from the fog outside.

Although it looks like fog to the naked eye, Ling Feng could sense that it was not ordinary fog at all.

His senses were clearer for some reason; it was a highly concentrated energy aggregate, mixed with countless violent spiritual forces and ghostly energies.

No wonder Marcia is blocking the way here.

The density of this fog is much higher than outside. Even with the light of a Crystal Lamp Spirit, it would be very difficult to move forward here.

Without Marshado's protective shield, an ordinary person would probably be swallowed up by the mist after only a few steps, eventually turning into a dried-up corpse in this passage.

He glanced at the crystal chandelier spirit floating in front of him and noticed that its light was indeed much dimmer than before.

Even its strongest Pokémon seemed to be struggling at this moment.

It had to tighten the flames further to reduce energy consumption.

Ling Feng sighed inwardly.

The depths of the spirit world are indeed not an easy place to go.

As he was observing his surroundings, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a stone wall in front of the passage.

There were some more fragmented murals there!

These murals are even more dilapidated than those we've seen before; in many places they've peeled off, leaving only some blurry lines and patches of color.

Ling Feng leaned closer, wanting to see clearly what was drawn on it.

There wasn't any information about Giratina this time, but it looks like it has a similar art style, that rustic style, so it should be the work of the same group of people.

Unfortunately, these murals are too fragmented and the information is incomplete.

Some only drew one eye, some only drew half a wing, and some drew a mess of lines.

Ling Feng stared at it for a long time but still couldn't understand what it was drawing; it seemed to have nothing to do with Giratina.

He frowned, trying to piece together some useful information from the fragments, but ultimately failed.

These murals appear to have been destroyed by some force, and the destruction was so complete that their original appearance is completely unrecognizable.

Suddenly, Ling Feng thought of something.

He turned his head and looked at Will, who was following behind him.

Will was intently watching his surroundings, seemingly trying to avoid missing any danger, and was in a state of high concentration.

Seeing Ling Feng looking at him, he immediately tensed up.

"What's wrong, Ling Feng? Is something the matter?"

Ling Feng shook his head and pointed to the mural next to him.

“Will, I wanted to ask you, do you know the origin of this passage? Since you are so familiar with the spirit world, you must have studied this place as well.”

Will glanced at the mural and sighed.

"Origin? To be honest, we don't know much about it either. According to the stories passed down from our ancestors in the Spirit Realm, this passage was not created by us, nor was it dug by any ancient humans. It existed when the Spirit Realm first appeared."

"So, it's naturally formed?" Ling Feng pressed.

"Not entirely natural."

Will shook his head, his tone tinged with confusion.

“Although it looks like a naturally formed cave, the smooth inner walls and the murals are clearly man-made. So we have always suspected that it was left by some ancient being. Perhaps it existed here before the spirit world was born.”

Ling Feng pondered this answer.

He was silent for a moment, then asked again.

"Do you know where the spirit world came from? I mean, why does this space exist?"

Will was taken aback, clearly not expecting Ling Feng to ask such a fundamental question.

He gave a wry smile and shrugged.

"I really don't know. It's been so long ago that even the legends have become blurred. All we know is that the spirit world suddenly appeared one day. It was like a bubble suddenly emerging from the water, appearing out of thin air in this world."

"Appeared suddenly?"

Ling Feng stroked his chin, starting to ponder.

That's an interesting point.

If it appeared suddenly, it means that the spirit world itself is not a natural product of this world. It is more like an outsider, an alternate dimension forcibly inserted into this world.

This further confirmed his previous conjecture.

The spirit world may not belong to this world; it may be an independent space or a projection of some higher dimension.

It might even have some connection to the parallel world that Marshall exists in.

Ling Feng's brain was working at lightning speed, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

If the spirit world really is from outside, then could the thing sealed here also be from outside?

What is the true identity of that Flower Rock Monster, or rather, the being that Marshadow called "that guy"?
Thinking of this, Ling Feng recalled the broken murals he had just seen.

He turned his head and looked at Will again.

"Do you know anything about the murals in the passageway? Although they're not clear now, you must have investigated them before, right? Did you leave any records or make any guesses?"

Will nodded, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

“We have indeed investigated this. Although the murals are very fragmented, through comparison of some remaining fragments and symbols, we found that what is depicted in these murals is very likely the being sealed in the core of the spirit world.”

Ling Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"You mean, the mural depicts that sealed-away creature?"

“That’s right.” Will nodded affirmatively.

“We suspect that the being sealed in the spirit world is the same thing depicted in the mural. Although we can’t see the whole picture, we think we’re right based on those features.”

Ling Feng was stunned after hearing this.

He silently pondered the meaning of this information. If Will was telling the truth, then things were truly in trouble.

The fragment of the mural he had just seen, though its full appearance was unclear, clearly resembled the style and atmosphere of the murals in Giratina that he had seen before.

If the sealed entity is indeed what's depicted in the mural, then wouldn't that mean...?

Ling Feng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Hopefully it's not like that, right?

He silently prayed for a second.

Ideally, it should be a regular ghost Pokémon, but even a boosted version of Rockruff would be fine.

As long as it's not that guy, then everything is fine.

If it is the thing depicted in the mural, then they probably really need to pack up and go home this time.

Even though only a portion of the mural fragment was painted, the overwhelming sense of oppression it exuded was still suffocating.

Ling Feng knew very well that this was still related to Giratina.

The ruler of the reversed world, a powerful mythical beast in legend capable of traversing time and space and distorting reality.

Its strength is already close to that of Arceus.

In the legends of the gaming world, Giratina has always been an extremely mysterious and dangerous character.

The reversed world it controls is another dimension corresponding to the real world, possessing rules and powers that ordinary people cannot understand.

In the real world, such strength and ability will only increase, not decrease.

If it were truly sealed here, and about to break free, Ling Feng wouldn't know what to do this time.

Forget about him, even if you brought all the champions of the entire region, plus all the gym leaders, they probably wouldn't be enough for Giratina to defeat with one hand.

This is not a gap that can be bridged by numbers, but an absolute crushing on a life level.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

However, he felt it was most likely not Giratina.

After all, if it were Giratina, Marshall would probably have run away long ago, and there would be no way he would still be in the mood to negotiate with them.

Moreover, the Giratina depicted in that mural, although possessing a strong aura and exuding an awe-inspiring majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him, conveyed more of a supreme divinity than pure fear or any sense of evil.

It looks more like a stern judge than a mad destroyer.

But the sealed creature, according to Marshall's description, was clearly like the previous future beings, filled with destructive desires and malice.

The two have a distinctly different vibe.

Of course, this is just Ling Feng's speculation.

In this world full of unknowns, anything can happen.

It's hard to say whether Giratina might also turn to the dark side.

Ling Feng shook his head, trying to clear these chaotic thoughts from his mind.

Thinking about these things now is useless; it will only scare you.

Anyway, whatever's inside, they'll have to bite the bullet and go for it.

Let's take a step by step.

He looked up and glanced at the passageway that was still extending ahead.

I don't know if the "Legend of Faith" module will be unlocked in the next two weeks, or if it will be of any help to me.

"Let's go, stop dawdling."

He patted Will on the shoulder, signaling him to follow.

"No matter what lies ahead, we have to go and see. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; we might even witness history."

Will gave a wry smile, clearly not as optimistic as Ling Feng.

But he nodded nonetheless, gripped the Poké Ball tightly, and followed.

The two, one in front of the other, continued their journey into the unknown depths under the protection of Marshall's shield.

The passageway grew narrower and narrower, and the surrounding air grew colder and colder.

That biting chill wasn't a drop in temperature, but a shiver that came from the depths of the soul.

It was as if something was silently watching them from the darkness.

Ling Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't turn around; he just kept walking forward step by step.

In the darkness ahead, a strange red light seemed to faintly emanate.

The light was very faint, but it seemed particularly dazzling in the pitch-black environment.

Masado's figure also stopped.

It floated in mid-air, staring at the red light, its tone becoming unusually serious.

"Coming."

It took a deep breath and turned to look at Ling Feng and Will.

"The area ahead is the core of the seal. All the rules there have been distorted, so you must stay close to me and don't wander off."

Ling Feng nodded, took a deep breath, and got ready.

Will swallowed nervously, his face turning pale.

At this moment, the passage finally came to an end.

As we traveled along, the surrounding environment deteriorated, and now, the stone walls that were once barely visible have been eroded beyond recognition.

Will looked at the pitted and uneven walls around him, his brows furrowing tightly.

The concentration of the Soul-Eating Mist here is frighteningly high, as if all the mist has been compressed into this small space.

Those rocks that were originally hard now looked like rotting flesh, soft and limp, and were still dripping black liquid.

Will frowned as he looked around. If he had come here alone, he probably wouldn't have been able to handle the unprecedented concentration of fog.

Let alone going deeper, his mental strength would probably be instantly overwhelmed by this violent energy as soon as he got here, turning him into a soulless walking corpse.

No wonder Marshall had been so adamant about not letting him come over.

This is a dead end.

His heart grew even heavier. If the entrance to the passage had already become like this, what was the situation deep inside?
Just how terrifying is that sealed-away creature?
The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt, and his steps unconsciously became heavier.

However, Ling Feng's attention was completely elsewhere than on the terrifying fog.

His gaze remained fixed on the surrounding walls, or more precisely, on the murals on those walls.

There are more murals here than we have seen before. Although they are also badly damaged, you can still see their unique style. They should be the same content.

What puzzled Ling Feng was that these murals did not seem to be afraid of the erosion caused by the fog.

Everything around was rotting and collapsing, but these murals remained intact on the walls, even shimmering with a faint black light.

(End of this chapter)