The Mysterious Spiritual Realm

Chapter 699 The Mysterious Spiritual Realm

Natsume, who had been observing silently, finally spoke up: "Not necessarily, but theoretically it exists."

He thought of his main world, which was constructed purely by telekinesis and had already given birth to a miniature inverted world.

"If the quality of that spiritual realm is high enough, or if its rules themselves allow the internal to be greater than the external," then it is possible to achieve this.

He looked at the three gods: "Sense this area more carefully. Don't just focus on finding the size of the World Tree, but rather sense whether there are any unusual folds or layers in the spatial structure of this area, and whether there is an entrance to a higher-dimensional spiritual realm that 'envelops' the World Tree."

The three gods in the lake were skeptical, but following Natsume's instructions, they focused their perception on the spatial structure itself.

Natsume stood aside, not disturbing them.

The three gods of the lake are actually quite weak.

When I was first absorbed into the dream space of the man with the middle parting, I thought I had entered another world.

The dream space of the man with the center-parted hair is almost equivalent in quality to his own main world.

As long as there is another similar and ample space to house the World Tree, that will suffice.

This time, the expressions of the three lake gods gradually changed.

"It really is!" Arknom's voice trembled.

"A—a highly concealed, yet extremely sophisticated, spiritual barrier! It's like a transparent film, covering this area we're in! The World Tree's fluctuations... are coming from behind that film!"

"Can we go in?" Natsume asked immediately.

"You can try... but it requires a very strong spiritual connection to open the entrance."

"Under the combined effect of the three gods in the lake and Natsume's telekinesis, the air in front of them began to ripple violently like water, and a twisted entrance emitting grayish-white mist was slowly forced open."

"Walk!"

Natsume gave a low shout and stepped in first.

Cynthia followed closely behind, and after a moment's hesitation, Wang Luo also went in. The three lake gods and Pikachu carrying Membito were the last to enter.

The moment they stepped through the entrance, everyone felt a strong sense of dizziness and weightlessness.

The surroundings were no longer scorching volcanic rocks, but shrouded in an endless, extremely dense gray-white mist.

Visibility was extremely low, and even telekinesis and superpower perception were greatly suppressed here, allowing only a vague perception of the area within a few meters around us.

The air was cold and deathly still; not a sound could be heard, as if everything had been swallowed up by the thick fog.

"Be careful and stay close to me."

Natsume extended his telekinesis to its maximum range, cautiously sensing his surroundings, and slowly moved forward.

Not far away, with a soft whoosh, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the mist on the left, heading straight for Natsume's face.

Natsume reacted quickly, dodging to the side. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the attacker was an old-fashioned bread machine with rust and exposed wires.

The bread machine's plug swung like a tail, and unstable electric sparks flickered on the heating element—an extremely rudimentary Rotom-infused bread machine.

"Pikachu?"

Pikachu with its middle-parted hair curiously jumped forward, stretched out its little paw and slapped it onto the bread machine. An electric current flashed, the bread machine emitted a wisp of smoke, and then stopped moving.

The man with the middle parting even casually took two slices of bread from Natsume's backpack and stuffed them in. A few seconds later, the bread popped out, golden brown and crispy.

Everyone:

"5

""

This attack is far too frivolous.

"Let me see."

As Natsume spoke, he picked up the Rotom bread maker in front of the man with the middle parting.

After examining it in his hand for a moment, Natsume frowned.

That's strange, there's no Rotom here... how did it move?

Did they run away when they weren't looking?

That was even more impossible. Under Natsume's telekinetic influence, he was absolutely confident that he wouldn't miss a single detail.

Continuing onward, after only a few steps, another dark figure rushed out from the right. This time it was a unicycle, equally dilapidated, with its wheels askew and a Rotom clinging to it, creaking as it crashed into us.

Cyndaquil's Garchomp was easily swept away by a single tail strike, its parts scattered all over the ground.

This unicycle is clearly made from parts pieced together from discarded bicycles.

Then, the attacks became more frequent and "sophisticated".

The third one is a lawnmower possessed by Rotom; although it's rusty, its horsepower is much greater.

The fourth one is a washing machine possessed by Rotom. It's also dilapidated, covered with graffiti, and can still spray water.

The fifth one is...

The Rotom creations attacking them were becoming increasingly complex, increasingly resembling the prototypes of the junk robots they had seen at Team Galactic base.

Although still rough around the edges, it already possesses basic combat modules and an energy system. "These... are they all failed products or prototypes from the early experiments of Red Sun?" Cynthia frowned as she directed her Pokémon to respond.

Natsume nodded with a strange expression, then shook his head.

The earliest Rotom creations that attacked them did not have a clear technological development path.

It's a product of pure imagination and random fabrication.

But the further we go, the more difficult it becomes.

The "evolutionary sequence" of these Rotom creations became increasingly clear, as if showing them a path of technological development.

After the last standard version of the garbage robot Rotom, which was almost identical to the one they had seen at Team Galactic's base, was forcibly dismantled by Natsume's telekinesis, the fog temporarily returned to silence.

"Is it over?" Zhu Lan asked, slightly out of breath.

"Probably, this Rotom machine is almost identical to the one we encountered last time."

Natsume nodded, but his gaze fell on Wang Luo behind him.

The other person hid behind him and Zhu Lan the whole time, and although they didn't exert any effort, their face was extremely pale and bloodless.

"What does Mr. Luo think?"

With no new Rotom units appearing in the mist for a long time, Natsume's gaze fell on Wangluo.

"I...I think so too, it should have reached its peak."

Wang Luo's voice trembled, lacking any confidence.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a much larger and more sophisticated "Garbage Rotom" robot emerged.

This time, they were covered in platinum-gold armor. Almost the instant they appeared, the three gods of the lake exclaimed in surprise, "Giratina's armor, why is it here!"

Although its body is covered with a platinum-colored shell, its shape is still recognizable as a modification of the structure of the garbage robot Rotom.

However, the location of the shell covering is very unreasonable; at least in Natsume's eyes, there are many things that need to be changed.