Live Stream Treasure Appraisal: Your elf isn't thriving!

Chapter 689 Lugia's Blessing! Both it and Ho-Oh were sick, but it chose a different path!

Lugia's mental stress dissipated like the receding tide.

After the overwhelming pressure that made one's soul tremble suddenly disappeared, Ye Yinchuan felt a strange emptiness—like a large umbrella suddenly being opened in a downpour, the world around him still pouring down, but suddenly everything was quiet.

He glanced down at the Giratina baby dragon in his arms.

The young dragon's limbs were still stiff, its dark red pupils were slightly unfocused, and the light from its antimatter core had shrunk to a pinhead. The aftereffects of being crushed by the dimensional lord weren't severe, but it would take a while to recover.

"Back to the ship." Ye Yinchuan patted Milotic's neck fin.

Milotic let out a soft cry, its slender body turning around amidst the surging waves, its silvery-white scales still reflecting a cold gleam in the dim storm light.

The outline of the warship had appeared two hundred meters ahead. The backup shields lit up again, emitting an unstable pale blue light.

On the deck, the anxious figures of the guards could be vaguely seen.

It all seems to be over.

Then a second cry came from the seabed.

Completely different from the mental shock that had just been filled with scrutiny and oppression, this sound was low and long, like a cello string being slowly pulled, vibrating from the deepest part of the sea, piercing through Milotic's belly scales, through Ye Yinchuan's arm holding the baby dragon, and through his chest.

This is not a warning.

It wasn't expulsion.

There was an extremely clear indication in that call that it was getting closer.

"Hiss—" The Giratina baby's previously unfocused pupils suddenly focused. Its limbs were still stiff, but its head struggled to turn towards the sea surface.

Ye Yinchuan sensed it.

Milotic sensed it too.

Beneath their feet—more precisely, beneath the belly of Minas—seawater began to surge outward in an incredible way. Not waves, not currents. It was a circular pressure wave pushing outward from directly below.

It's as if something of unimaginable size is slowly rising from the abyss.

The warships also noticed the anomaly.

"Mr. Kirby!" The captain's voice boomed from the communicator, trembling uncontrollably. "Sonar has detected a colossal organism rising below! Depth 3,000 meters — 2,500 — 2,000 — The ascent speed is accelerating!"

Ye Yinchuan did not answer.

His discerning eye was operating at full capacity. Golden data streams were rapidly refreshing his retina, penetrating the sea surface, penetrating ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters of water.

He saw it.

In a deep, unfathomable blue, a huge white silhouette is rising.

Even across the thousands of meters of seawater, the sheer size of that silhouette still made Ye Yinchuan's breath catch in his throat.

Even though the visual perception was distorted by the pressure and refraction of the deep sea, those outstretched wings still covered almost all the space within the field of vision of the Mirror Eye.

It is not swimming.

It wasn't flying either.

It simply floats upwards, like a reef being slowly lifted from the seabed.

Milotic let out a short whimper and instinctively tried to back away.

"Don't move." Ye Yinchuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.

Milotic's body stiffened, and then it stopped.

It trusts its humans.

The water surface began to rise.

It's not a joke.

The entire sea surface was expanding. A radius of several hundred meters, centered on Milos, slowly rose, forming a giant, convex lens-like mound. Ye Yinchuan and Milos stood atop this mound, the sea beneath their feet becoming almost transparent.

Then the light.

From a depth of fifty meters, a silvery-white light shone upwards. At first, it was as faint as deep-sea phosphorescence, but then it rapidly expanded and intensified until the entire surface of the sea was illuminated.

The dark blue fins appeared first.

Like a row of moving reefs, they silently glided past beneath the surface of the water to the right of Milos. Each fin was as long as the Milos standing upright, its blade-like edges cutting neat lines of white foam underwater.

Then there are the wing surfaces.

A massive, silvery-white wing emerged from the water, spreading out across the surface. Water slid down its edges, revealing countless intricate feathers. Each feather was the size of a palm, arranged like the most precise scales of armor, refracting a cold, silvery-blue glow in the lightning of the storm.

The wingtip tip slowly rises from below the water about forty meters to the left of Ye Yinchuan.

This—is just one wing.

On the other side, the edge is completely invisible.

The live stream chat exploded with comments like a dam breaking.

It's up here! It's up here!

[Heavens—how big are those wings? As big as a Kun (a mythical fish), too big to fit in a single stew!]

Damn, my legs are weak! I'm just sitting at home watching this live stream and my legs are giving way!

[Mythical beast, another mythical beast!]

The number of online users is jumping wildly.

Three hundred and sixty million. Four hundred and eighty million. Breaking five hundred million.

The numbers are still climbing.

Lugia's head emerged from the water.

There was no sound. No splashing water. The enormous head, like a white island, rose silently from the sea. Water slid down its streamlined facial structure like raindrops sliding down a marble statue.

Nearly.

Very close.

The distance between Ye Yinchuan and Lucia is no more than fifteen meters.

At this distance, Ye Yinchuan finally saw Lugia's eyes clearly.

The eyes, surrounded by a dark, mask-like structure, were much larger than Ye Yinchuan had imagined.

There was light deep within the pupils. It wasn't light reflecting external light, but a deep blue glow, like phosphorescence in the deep sea, growing from within.

That light gave Ye Yinchuan an extremely unreal illusion—he was gazing at a sea.

It's not the sea.

It is the entire ocean.

All the ocean currents, abysses, trenches, reefs, surging undercurrents, and slumbering life—are condensed in those eyes.

It was looking at him.

Then I made a gesture.

It tilted its head slightly to the side.

It's not a bird's-eye view.

That angle was extremely precise—just enough to lower its massive head to a height where it was level with Ye Yinchuan on Milotic's back.

It was looking at him at eye level.

The storm was still raging, torrential rain pelted Ye Yinchuan, and lightning ripped through the sky. But in this tiny space created by Lugia's body, the air was almost still.

Ye Yinchuan did not retreat.

No aura was released.

He simply stood on Milotic's back, slightly raised his head, and quietly gazed at this being who had walked alone in the abyss for countless eons.

Then Lugia's gaze shifted.

Slowly, the gaze shifted from Ye Yinchuan's face to the Giratina baby dragon in his arms.

The young dragon's body was still stiff. Its dark red pupils stared directly at Lugia.

A discarded child born in a world of reversal, a lone god lurking in the deepest ocean.

Two beings who should never have any interaction are now gazing at each other from a distance of less than fifteen meters.

Something incredible happened.

The Giratina baby's stiff body began to relax little by little—from the tip of its tail, to its limbs, to its back, and finally to the two wrinkled wing membranes that clung tightly to its spine.

It was no longer afraid.

It wasn't because Ye Yinchuan's heavenly aura was protecting it, nor because it had finally adapted to the spiritual oppression of a god-level being.

Rather, it was because it read something in Lugia's deep, ocean-like eyes.

Something it had never experienced during its long solitary existence in the reversed world.

A gentle curiosity.

Like a traveler who has been sitting alone in a dark room for far too long, seeing a child covered in mud, just like himself, passing by through a crack in the window—without sympathy, without pity, simply wanting to take another look.

The screen was flooded with comments.

It's looking at the Giratina! Look at its eyes!

[The sea god's expression—why does it look a little gentle? Am I hallucinating?]

[Breaking viewership records again, right? The number one Pokémon streamer!]

Lugia opened her mouth.

It emitted a very soft hum.

It wasn't the long, resounding roar that pierced through the ocean, nor was it the mental pressure released during the examination. This low hum was extremely faint, so faint that if Milotic hadn't been so close to the surface, it probably wouldn't have been heard at all.

Like a sigh.

Lugia's low murmur echoed across the sea.

Without the howling of a storm, the sound resounded directly in Ye Yinchuan's mind.

It lowered its enormous head.

A drop of water, radiating a silvery-blue glow, condensed beneath its deep pupil and slowly dripped down.

The water droplets did not fall into the sea, but instead hovered in mid-air, drifting straight towards the Giratina baby dragon.

"Hiss?" The young dragon tilted its head, a hint of confusion in its dark red eyes.

Ye Yinchuan did not stop him.

The panel of the Insightful Eye showed no signs of attack.

The moment the water droplet touched the young dragon's forehead, it silently merged into its gray-black scales.

boom!

An extremely pure and vast energy exploded within the young dragon's body.

This is not ordinary superpower, but rather a vitality mixed with the very essence of the ocean in this world.

"The blessing of the sea god," Ye Yinchuan murmured to himself.

The young dragon let out a high-pitched roar.

Its two wrinkled wing membranes, which were tightly attached to its spine, suddenly spread open.

A dark red light swirled wildly within the veins of the wing membrane.

Visibly, the previously shriveled and withered tissue began to fill out and grow. Sharp bony spurs extended from the edges of the wing membrane, and the grayish-black membrane became tough and wide.

Just ten seconds.

A pair of complete, though still somewhat immature, dragon wings, already possessing true flight capabilities, unfolded behind the Giratina hatchling.

It swung it forcefully.

A surge of air currents propelled the young dragon's tiny body into the air, hovering above Ye Yinchuan's head.

It no longer needs to crawl on all fours.

The ruler of the reversed world has finally reclaimed its sky.

Moreover, Ye Yinchuan also felt a cool stream of consciousness sweep across his mind.

The slight fatigue from enduring the divine pressure was instantly swept away.

This kindness is so profound that it touches the heart.

[Holy crap! Lugia is crying? No, that's a blessing!]

Giratina has grown wings! It's flying!

[What is this? A new god's grand gift package from the old god?]

The live stream chat was flooded with comments. Everyone was amazed by this interaction that transcended social class.

Lugia nodded slightly.

It seemed to have accomplished some insignificant act of kindness and was preparing to sink back into its eternal solitude.

Just as it turned around, the camera in the live stream zoomed in.

Hundreds of millions of viewers, including the crew on the warship, clearly saw the wound at the base of Lugia's left wing.

Wait, is Poseidon injured?

What is that purplish-black thing? It looks disgusting, like it's corroding feathers.

Who can hurt Lugia? Ho-Oh? Or Rayquaza?

Ye Yinchuan's gaze was also fixed on the wound.

He had only seen part of it underwater. Now, so close, he could see the whole thing.

That was not a physical injury caused by a sharp weapon.

It was a writhing mass of extremely violent shadow energy.

The purplish-black aura, like a living venomous snake, was biting into Lugia's flesh and blood, constantly seeping into the pure white feather armor around him.

"Tick-tock".

A drop of purplish-black turbid liquid dripped from the wound and landed on the sea below.

The seawater instantly boiled, turning into a cloud of black poisonous mist.

As Lugia completed its blessing, the energy within it seemed to break the delicate balance.

Ye Yinchuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"retreat!"

He suddenly slapped Minas on the neck.

Without hesitation, Milotic slammed its massive tail into the water and shot backward like an arrow.

The Giratina baby dragon also sensed the extreme danger, flapped its wings, and closely followed Ye Yinchuan.

A sudden change occurred.

Lugia's body, which was preparing to dive, suddenly froze.

"hold head high!!!"

A piercing, violent roar tore through the sea and sky.

In an instant, Lugia's deep, gentle eyes were filled with purplish-black blood vessels.

The original pure, dark blue light was replaced by a nauseating scarlet.

The wound at the base of its left wing suddenly burst open.

Endless purplish-black shadow energy erupted like a volcano, instantly engulfing half of its body. Its pure white feather armor was stained an ominous dark purple, and its deep blue fins transformed into jet-black blades.

The wind picked up again.

This time, it wasn't the secondary airflow generated by its movement.

This is pure destructive desire.

Lugia suddenly flapped its enormous wings, which were corrupted by shadow.

Boom!

The sea surface was blasted open, creating a crater several hundred meters in diameter.

A black tornado that seemed to connect heaven and earth rose up from the ground, sweeping up the surrounding seawater, schools of fish, and even the reefs on the seabed.

"Warning! High-energy reaction exceeds threshold!"

The captain stared at the radar screen, his face deathly pale. The energy source representing Lugia was surging at a frenzied rate, exhibiting extreme chaos and aggression.

What happened?! Lugia has suddenly gone mad?!

[What kind of energy is that?! Wait, it looks familiar!]

Lugia lost her mind.

It circled wildly in the sky, and wherever it passed, the lightning turned purplish-black, and the torrential rain turned into corrosive acid.

There is no skill wind-up.

A thick, purplish-black Destructive Ray shot out from Lugia's mouth, carving a deadly forbidden zone across the sea!

Ye Yinchuan stood on Milotic's back, staring intently at the raging dark shadow in the sky.

The aura of heaven was fully extended, keeping the corrosive acid rain out.

"Mr. Kirby, we have to retreat! The shields can't hold!" the captain's voice roared into the communicator.

"Withdraw. Get out of this area at full speed," Ye Yinchuan ordered.

The warship's engines roared under heavy load as it struggled to turn amidst raging winds and towering waves.

Ye Yinchuan did not immediately return to the warship.

He watched Lugia's frenzied destruction, his brow furrowed.

After a moment, Ye Yinchuan took a deep breath.

His expression became extremely complex.

"How powerful Lugia is." His voice was deep and clear, still reaching the live stream despite the strong winds. "As the god of ocean currents, its power is no less than Ho-Oh's."

He paused.

"Something that can hurt it, something that can drive it mad—"

Ye Yinchuan looked at the dark shadow that was tearing the sky apart.

"Only itself."

The live stream went silent instantly.

[Only by itself? What does that mean?]

[Host, are you saying Lugia injured himself?]

How do you explain that purplish-black energy?

[This is kind of funny, isn't it? One second he's bestowing blessings, the next he's a sea demon?]

"Darkness arose within Ho-Oh, giving birth to Dark Ho-Oh—a similar situation may have occurred with Lugia—except it chose a different path. Lugia sealed away the darkness within itself, even attempting to destroy itself along with it, but now it seems it has failed!"

Ye Yinchuan organized his words and revealed a shocking truth.

Wait, when did we miss an episode?

Why didn't you tell me about something this important sooner?

"I can't help it. The Dark Ho-Oh issue hasn't been resolved yet, and now Lugia is causing problems—"

Ye Yinchuan sighed.

There are some things that even if he wanted to intervene, he wouldn't know where to start.

For example, the Dark Ho-Oh unleashed its dark power, creating a few divine messengers and dark Pokémon, before disappearing without a trace, as if by divine intervention.

Perhaps Lugia's problem is easier to solve than Ho-Oh's right now?

Just like when cancer cells appeared in the same body, Ho-Oh chose to expel the cancer cells, and as a result, the cancer cells mutated directly into independent individuals.

If Lugia chooses to suppress the cancer cells, then there is a possibility that he might dare to act as a "doctor" and intervene directly!

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