Once the Creation Song ended...
Heiduo lowered his hand in disappointment.
The sky had not been shrouded in dark clouds. The sunlight was fierce, and no ethereal hole draped in rainbow ribbons had appeared overhead.
Much less a white, long-haired Arceus with a cross-shaped golden wheel on its back, bathed in golden flames.
"So you really don't want even a part of yourself..."
Heiduo muttered as he gathered the Plates from the ground. Handling so many Plates gave him the strange feeling of touching casino chips.
The kind worth ten thousand each.
Who knew when he would finally get to go all-in before Arceus—huh?
As he bent down, the slightly warm Creation Ring glowed brilliantly and slapped Heiduo across the face.
Slap, slap.
It struck twice in succession from inertia.
Heiduo immediately straightened up and quickly backed away.
The darkness inside the temple instantly swallowed Heiduo's body, but the golden wheel of the Creation Ring at his chest still shone like the sun, as though he had smeared it with fluorescent powder.
"Did it manifest?!"
Heiduo opened his mouth, unsure how to react. Barring certain external factors, no one in this world besides Arceus could make the Creation Ring glow.
Could it be some wild Pokémon's prank?
Heiduo spread out his Aura, sweeping it flat in every direction. Aside from a flock of Fearow in the distant clear sky, flying in a sharp V formation like geese, there was no sign of any wild Pokémon.
He suddenly wanted to curse, but he did not dare.
What was this supposed to mean?
Lighting up to say, "I know, but I'm still not taking them?"
Arceus was not that petty, was it?
Heiduo's expression shifted. He did not quite understand Arceus's exact intentions, but he now knew that it was determined not