Ye Qing traveled unimpeded the whole way. Lightning changed course, towering waves froze, and fierce winds reversed!
Everything that seemed like a natural disaster to others was as docile as a child before him.
The boy riding Walrein gaped in shock at the sight, respectfully watching Ye Qing disappear into the distance.
"The chosen one!"
Someone in the crowd shouted it, and everyone accepted the title. Otherwise, there was simply no explaining the scene before them.
At the same time, a thought arose in everyone's mind: Why couldn't I be the second chosen one? Was there a limit to how many chosen ones there could be?
"Charge!"
After a brief silence, the people outside the gate erupted in an astonishing response!
Young men and women drove their Pokémon madly through the gate, imagining that they could have the same luck as Ye Qing!
Their dreams were beautiful, but reality was harsh.
Not only did no chosen one emerge among them, but dense lightning and towering waves awaited them instead!
However, with so many people charging at once, there clearly wasn't enough lightning or waves to go around. Some clever people used others as cover and actually managed to slip through several obstacles by sheer luck.
Seeing this, the others hesitated no longer. After saying a temporary farewell to their elders, they all poured into the gate of light.
For a time, lightning fell relentlessly like rain, with blinding electric flashes and howling winds everywhere.
Compared with the raging storm here, the other side of the sea presented an entirely different scene.
A large number of people had gathered there. Some had blond hair and blue eyes, while others had dark skin.
But the one thing they all shared was that they rode powerful Pokémon.
People from other countries had naturally