Pokémon: Having just completed the Pokédex, I'm now traversing the world of Beast Taming.

"Has God's messenger arrived?"

"Didn't the Chinese nation only have three messengers of the gods?"

"Two of them are old and nearing their graves, and another one is trapped in some forbidden area, hasn't come out for over ten years, has he?"

In a high-ranking office in America, a bearded man stared in shock at the intelligence report sent back by the blond man.

"What are you afraid of?!"

"We Americans have four messengers of God, one more than China, not to mention that they have one who has been trapped in a forbidden area for more than ten years."

"Who knows, maybe they were abandoned by the gods long ago and died in the forbidden area."

Beside the bearded man sat a man with slicked-back hair, speaking casually as if he didn't care at all about being a "messenger of God."

"What do you know?"

"It is simply impossible to decide the outcome of a battle between God's messengers by adding one or two more."

"Moreover, if those god-level beast tamers were to fight, and the battlefield were in America, then most of America would be wiped out!"

The bearded man's tone was filled with irritation. He knew China well; it always maintained the principle of "I will not attack unless attacked," and would not proactively send out a divine messenger—a figure comparable to a nuclear bomb—to carry out its activities.

What's the difference between this and bringing a nuclear bomb near your house, randomly killing one of your villagers, and then driving away?

"There are three messengers of the Chinese gods: two old men and one woman." On the other side of the table, a blonde, blue-eyed Western woman stared at the photos sent back by the blond man on the screen and began to make deductions.

"Although the face is not clearly visible in this photo, we can deduce from other features that he is neither an old man nor a woman."

"He looks like a man in his early twenties, I mean physically. Who can say for sure what era he's from..."

The woman's deduction caused another silence to fall over the office.

"Damn you, you Chinese people of the East!!!"

A bald man slammed his hand on the table and stood up angrily.

He roared, "It's always the same! The National Beast Tamer Alliance has clearly stated that the number of god-level beast tamers must be reported!"

"That despicable Chinese person who attended the meeting actually signed 'sufficient' on the form?!"

"I knew something was wrong right away!!"

"If he signed 'enough,' how did we get the information that there are three messengers of the gods?" the blonde, blue-eyed woman asked疑惑地.

She hadn't been in the country's high-level department for very long, but her legendary strength and keen insight allowed her to rise through the ranks extremely quickly!

"We naturally have our own intelligence agencies too..."

"Otherwise, how do you think your youngest, most terrifyingly talented woman, who just gained divine power, would be trapped in that horrific forbidden area and unable to escape?"

The bald man calmed himself down and said, "This statement reveals a piece of information: the fact that a young messenger of the gods in China has been trapped in a forbidden land for more than ten years may not be a coincidence."

"......."

"So why would we ignore a crucial point?"

"The Chinese government has never officially acknowledged that there are only three messengers of God."

"What if he has six? Or... more?"

"According to the Chinese story of Tian Ji's horse race, this might be the weakest messenger of the gods, released to give us a warning."

"No, it's a warning to the whole world!"

The blonde woman's words silenced everyone, even though it was something everyone understood.

However, they simply refuse to admit that China's god-level beast tamers are superior to those of the United States.

"Who would admit to something like that? America only has four messengers of God on the surface. Some ancient tribes have passed down the power of God for generations. Wasn't the youngest messenger of God in China trapped in the forbidden area?"

"If you ask me, even if a yellow-skinned monkey gained divine power, it wouldn't be anything special."

The man with the slicked-back hair said with a disdainful look, his tone revealing an air of "America is the best in the world."

The blonde woman shook her head and retorted, "Then I ask you, why are no messengers of God allowed to set foot on Chinese territory?"

"They only fought once in the Kingdom of Chaoxian, so why didn't they directly enter Chinese territory?"

"Why? Is it because of the Great Wall?"

"Don't forget, that 'ancient man' on the Great Wall was more powerful than any messenger of the gods we've ever seen!"

"Everyone, I don't know why, why don't you feel a sense of crisis?"

"If that guy on the Great Wall gets bored one day and wants to expand its area, who can stop him?!"

The blonde woman got more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice started to get louder.

"Don't worry, China is still very far away from us. Even if that day really comes, I don't think God would watch his believers suffer," the bald man said with a frown.

"Come on."

"Mr. George, I am an atheist. So-called messengers of God are just people who have gained great power. There is no such thing as God."

The blonde woman leaned back in her chair, her face full of sighs.

The United States was in heated discussion at the top because China had "released" a "Grim Reaper." The meeting lasted for half the night, but no solution was found.

Because the messenger of God is fundamentally unsolvable, the only way to counter it is to use another messenger of God.

That night, the blonde woman rushed to a church, seemingly looking for a priest who was said to be over two hundred years old...

Jinling City, city center.

Yan Qing stood on the top of a building.

"I...searched for so many years..."

"The main entrance and exit are right under our noses!!"

Yan Qing's eyes widened, and she muttered to herself through gritted teeth.

"It's darkest under the lamp..."

"To activate the aura of this entrance, we need the tyrannical aura of a tyrannical lord..."

"Tell Chi Hong that if the two of you set off together, it will be much faster."

Having made up his mind, Yan Qing stretched out his hand toward the sky, his eyes revealing a determined look.

"Child, your teacher will definitely bring you out this time!!"

Then, his body sank into the shadows and disappeared from the rooftop.

In a secluded spot with beautiful mountains and clear waters, the king was sleeping, holding a bird in his arms—his first pet, the Clawed Falcon.

The man and the bird were fast asleep when the cell phone on the table behind them suddenly rang.

The Clawed Falcon raised its head, flew over, and snatched the phone, handing it to the king.

The king took out his phone and saw that the contact name had only one character: "王" (Wang).

"Hey....."

The king chuckled softly and answered the phone.

"King Xuanqing, how have you been lately?" The king's casual voice came through the microphone.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Qing's expression was indifferent...

"After defeating me, you will be the King of Xuanqing, and I will no longer be." A look of reminiscence appeared in Yan Qing's eyes.

That year, the spirited king challenged him, and the two fought for three days and three nights in the far north. In the end, Yan Qing's spiritual power was exhausted first, and the king took away his title of "king".

"You flatter me, senior. Is there anything I can help you with?" The king's tone was still languid, but he still sounded very polite.

"Come with me to a forbidden area to save someone."

"I've tried it alone, and I can't do it. I need your help."

Upon hearing Yan Qing's request, the king paused for a moment, then pondered before replying, "Senior should know that if two kings join forces, especially the former and the current one, once they establish a cooperative relationship..."

"Have you considered what the other kings would think?"

"You must know that challenging the throne comes at the cost of your life. You must know that I am alive and well, and you are not dead either. The other kings will not tolerate two kings joining forces..."

"That's the rule..."

After the king finished speaking, Yan Qing fell silent.

About ten seconds passed.

"Are you afraid of the other kings?" Yan Qing asked.

"......."

"What am I afraid of!"

"I've been wanting to ask this for a while now, which idiot made this rule?"

"Tell me the details, and let's see who dares to mess with my king!"

"I'll fight them all, one by one, I'll wage civil war against them!!"

The king sat up straight in his recliner, looking arrogant.

After the call ended...

"Such a youthful spirit, how interesting..."

Yan Qing smiled and shook her head, then dialed Chi Hong's number.