The Spiritual Domain of the Crimson Sun

Chapter 702 The Spiritual Domain of the Crimson Sun

A dark red dream vortex suddenly appeared behind Chi Ri, trying to pull him into the dream space.

However, the moment it touched his body, it was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, without causing the slightest ripple.

Chi Ri remained firmly atop the mechanical behemoth's shoulder, his gaze calm and unwavering, as if the attack had been nothing more than a gentle breeze.

"Hmm?" Natsume frowned, this situation was beyond his expectations.

When it comes to launching surprise attacks, the man with the middle parting has never failed, especially when the opponent is not on guard.

Chi Ri scanned his surroundings and noticed that the feeling of being confined had quietly disappeared.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at Natsume and the middle-parted man standing guard beside him. His voice, amplified through the final mecha, carried an all-knowing indifference: "Here, trying to pull me away with your mental power?"

He slightly raised his hand and pointed around.

"Haven't you realized yet? This entire space is my spiritual domain. You want to banish me from my domain to another?"

As he spoke, the thick, obstructive gray-white mist around them began to dissipate rapidly, like the receding tide.

The view became clear, revealing the true appearance of this space.

Natsume and Takeran looked around.

Zhu Lan's pupils contracted slightly.

A broken conveyor belt, mountains of bizarre "garbage," and busy, inflexible industrial robots.

Is this a factory?

Natsume recognized it immediately; almost instantly, he realized who it was.

This is the same Crimson Sun Spiritual Realm he entered last time!

At this moment, the spiritual realm appeared even more desolate and silent. Most of the machines had stopped operating, with only a few still futilely sorting through the huge, faintly glowing fragments of carapace that were falling from the "sky".

The "ground" beneath their feet was the massive body of the mechanical behemoth called "Final Mech," which lay prone on the ground, almost merging with the platform.

From a distance, it looks like a silent mountain of garbage made up of discarded machinery and strange shells.

"This...is your spiritual realm?" Zhu Lan's voice was filled with disbelief.

To materialize the spiritual realm to such an extent, what immense spiritual power would be required?!

"That's impossible!"

The three gods in the lake screamed in despair.

"You...it's impossible for anyone's mental domain to encompass Lord Giratina's mental domain, and the entire Distortion World's mental domain!"

Eklim stared in astonishment at the space above the final machine where Giratina shells were constantly falling out of thin air, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Although I really don't want to admit it, the scenes unfolding before my eyes seem to be silently bearing witness to the blazing sun.

"My dream isn't big, but there's still room for it."

The blazing sun seemed to be telling a small story.

Natsume frowned.

"You mean, the current fusion of the Reverse World and the Real World, all of this process, was Giratina actively cooperating with you?"

That side.

Akari gave no reply; his own light seemed to have passed over Natsume and been cast into the more distant void, as if he were recalling something.

The final machine beneath his feet was unusually quiet, with only the faint hum of internal energy flow and the soft, fragmented sounds of Giratina shells falling from the sky like sorrowful tears striking its outer shell, creating an eerie and oppressive silence.

"This Rotom,"

Chi Ri finally spoke again, his voice calm, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

"I found it inside a discarded television set in an abandoned junkyard when I was very young."

His words drew Natsume and Ran's thoughts into a certain scene:

A quiet, withdrawn little boy wanders alone through a mountain of garbage filled with the smell of rusted metal and machine oil. Finally, he carefully pulls out an old-fashioned television set with a cracked screen and a charred casing from a pile of scrap metal.

After the television was plugged in, the screen flickered a few times, and a blurry, ghostly face made up of static appeared—it was the original, weak Rotom.

"Back then, it was very weak, barely enough to make the TV flicker or the flashlight go on and off."

Chi Ri's tone was unusually warm, not cold at all, but rather carried a faint warmth, as if he were reminiscing about old things.

"But I really enjoy carrying it around, rummaging through those abandoned machine wrecks. It's quiet there, just the two of us."

"Later, we discovered that we could always hear some strange noises intermittently in a certain corner of the landfill."

Chi Ri's tone returned to calm.

"The sounds were muffled, as if they were coming through a thick wall, but you could occasionally make out a few words..."

"Eight Major Regions", "Stability", "Anchoring", "Reversing the World", "Invasion", "Rainbow"

"That voice... later came to me on its own initiative," Chi Ri continued.

"It calls itself Giratina, the Lord of the Reversible World."

"At first, I didn't believe it at all. How could a legendary Pokémon be hiding in a junkyard talking to me?"

But it always manages to guide me to find some very special, almost impossible-to-exist-in-real-world "junk" materials when I need them most.

"Those materials made Rotom and my 'works' increasingly... incredible."

He glanced at the massive and sophisticated final machine beneath his feet, his meaning clear.

"It always says that our world is anchored to something," that our coordinates have been exposed, and that a pack of "jackals" from other worlds will come knocking, their aim to plunder and even destroy everything.

Akari's voice remained flat, but Natsume could sense that when the word "jackal" was mentioned, Akari's mental state experienced a very subtle fluctuation.

"I remain skeptical. To me, those warnings are vague and unrealistic, far less substantial than the material they provide."

"All I need are those things to fulfill my dream."

Akari paused, then his gaze finally refocused, sharply piercing towards the unconscious Wang Luo behind Natsume.

"Until... this guy who calls himself a 'high-ranking officer of Team Rainbow Rocket' came to me."

At this moment, Chi Ri's tone suddenly turned extremely cold.