Chapter 132

At noon the next day, if Brock hadn't knocked on the door to call him for lunch, Huo La would probably still be trapped in his bed, not even noticing the sunlight crawling into the room outside the window.

After hurriedly finishing lunch, Huo La rushed back to the room and washed his face hard with cold water, which finally dispelled the fatigue completely.

He took the stack of crumpled papers out of his backpack and spread them out on the table with a rustle.

These were all notes he had taken casually in the library. Some pages were densely written, with small characters squeezed into the margins; others were just scribbled with one or two sentences, with question marks drawn next to them, clearly points of doubt he didn't understand at the time.

"Should have labeled them when I took them..." Huo La muttered at the messy pile of papers, but still sat down resignedly and started flipping from the thickest stack.

The ancient documents in the Yuhong University library had no systematic classification, and the records about the ancient times were even more scattered.

Sometimes half a sentence of divine legend was sandwiched in a page of history, and sometimes the end of a herbal medicine book would suddenly mention "space-time anomalies." He could only piece the fragmented information together bit by bit like a puzzle.

The sunlight outside the window slowly turned from blinding gold to soft orange, until the horizon turned light purple, and Huo La finally put the last piece of paper back in place.

The messy notes on the table were finally condensed into a few pages in the notebook, with key points circled in red and question marks still remaining where there were doubts.

And at the very top of these few pages, he wrote eight characters with a thick pen—"Core of Creation, Wings of Time and Space," which was the core he extracted from all the fragments.

His fingertips slid across the notebook, and he whispered the most critical record: "In the beginning of the world, it was chaotic and lightless. The Creator God (Arceus) awoke from the egg, used his own scales to turn into 'Plates,' and used the power of the Plates to separate heaven and earth and nurture all living things. However, the aftermath of chaos had not dissipated, and heaven and earth were in danger of collapsing. The Creator God then took his own 'Breath of Time' and 'Core of Space' and injected them into two divine bodies—one turned into 'Dialga,' controlling the flow of time, using the Adamant Orb to set the alternation of day and night and the rotation of the four seasons, making all things have 'order'; the other turned into 'Palkia,' controlling the structure of space, using the Lustrous Orb to set the orientation of mountains and rivers and the boundaries of dimensions, making all things have 'boundaries'."

Reading to this point, he paused, and his gaze moved to the next paragraph: "The Time-Space Dual Gods each perform their own duties to ensure the stability of the world. However, if external forces disturb time and space, the power of the two gods will repel each other—where the flow of time is chaotic, space will twist into 'Rifts.' Within the Rifts, either 'embers from the beginning of creation' are hidden, or the 'Shadow of Chaos' is brought into the world."

Huo La's knuckles tapped the table unconsciously, making a light "tap, tap" sound. He stared at the darkening sky outside the window, his brow slightly furrowed: "External forces disturb time and space... could this description be referring to Giratina?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he shook his head again, his tone becoming a bit uncertain: "No, in all the materials I've flipped through these past few days, even the three words 'Giratina' haven't been mentioned, let alone records of the 'Reverse World.' Could it be... that this world is really not the main world in my memory?"

Confusion wrapped around his heart like a fog. As his gaze moved down, his fingers stopped immediately, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "However... it's not like there are no unexpected joys."

He whispered the record about "Life, Death and Balance":

"Time and space are set, and all things are orderly. Life sprouts and grows between heaven and earth, gradually becoming lush—but in the cycle of the world, how can there be life without death?"

"The cycle of life and death is the natural principle. If the power of life is too strong, the wild growth of all things will exhaust the resources of mountains and rivers, making the land barren; if the power of death is out of control, the spread of death will cut off all vitality, making the world silent."

"Therefore, the god of 'Balance' was born in the world to balance life and death. When vitality is excessive, it uses the power of death as 'shears' to cut off the redundancy; when death is rampant, it borrows the power of life as a 'spring' to awaken the withered. Whenever there is a sign of imbalance between heaven and earth, it will immediately appear to regulate the cycle and keep the world stable."

Huo La's fingertips pressed on the lines of "Life, Death, Balance," and his eyes gradually lit up—this description clearly corresponded perfectly to the three deities he knew!

"The Life God Xerneas controls the vitality of the world; the Death God Yveltal presides over the end of all things; the Balance God Zygarde guards the ecological cycle... The records in this text are simply tailor-made for them."

He muttered to himself, his fingertips quickly circling the keywords in the notebook. "Excessive power of life corresponds to Xerneas, out-of-control power of death corresponds to Yveltal, and that 'Balance' that regulates imbalance is exactly Zygarde's duty."

Being able to leave such a clear description in the content of the era recorded in ancient books shows that these three deities are not legends of later generations, but real existences that have existed since ancient times.

"It's even possible... that when humans first appeared in this world, they had manifested." Huo La leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on the starry sky outside the window. "Otherwise, based solely on human cognition, how could the duties of the three gods be described so accurately? Perhaps the humans of that time really saw Xerneas sowing vitality, saw Yveltal bringing the end, and saw Zygarde regulating balance."

"Huo La, it's time for dinner!"

Just as Huo La was lost in thought, Brock's voice came with footsteps outside the door, and he knocked on the door gently.

Huo La suddenly came back to his senses and stretched out a big stretch, his bones making a slight "click" sound: "Coming!"

He nimbly gathered the scattered notes and stuffed them into his backpack along with the notebook full of key clues. When he zipped it up, he couldn't help but touch it, as if he could feel the temperature of those ancient secrets.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Brock looking at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes full of surprise: "Looking at that smile you can't hide, did you find something good while organizing your notes?"

"You bet!" Huo La raised his eyebrows, his tone unable to hide his pride. "Otherwise, wouldn't the seven days spent in the library be in vain?" He didn't explain his discovery thoroughly, but he didn't hide it either.

Brock's eyes lit up, and he reached out to pat his shoulder: "In that case, if it's convenient, you have to tell us all about it while we eat."

"Eat first, eat first!" Huo La nodded with a smile, but his stomach growled in response. He scratched his head embarrassedly. "If you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have felt hungry. As soon as I heard the word 'eat,' I realized my stomach had been empty for a long time!"

As he spoke, the two walked downstairs side by side. The lights in the corridor stretched their shadows long, and Huo La's footsteps were a bit lighter than usual.