When Su Bai heard the old man say he was already a hundred and thirty, his first reaction was disbelief.
Then the old man waved his identity card in front of Su Bai.
He really was a hundred and thirty-three.
Perhaps this world's modern history had been far less troubled than that of the world he'd come from, so there were far more long-lived elderly people here. That was perfectly normal.
But living past a hundred and thirty was a bit much, wasn't it?
"Say, old man, are you actually some sort of immortal?"
"You're too kind. I just spend more time communicating with my Pokémon."
The old man waved his hand, and the door closed on its own. Nearly a hundred Unown appeared on the surrounding walls.
As the Unown stirred into action, the scenery inside the room shifted constantly, recounting a century of changes within it.
Pi-ka-!
Pikachu jumped off Su Bai's shoulder and began anxiously gathering electricity, but Su Bai stopped him.
"Pikachu, it's all right."
"You're young, lad, but you've got some nerve."
The old man waved his hand. The Unown dispersed, and the room returned to its previous state.
A single Unown possessed very little power and could be called one of the weakest Pokémon. But with enough of them together, their power could destroy heaven and earth, or even create gods.
The changes in the room just now hadn't been an illusion. The Unown had genuinely made the room pass through a century of changes.
What surprised Su Bai even more was that this room alone held over a hundred Unown. How many were there in the entire Origin Temple?
Perhaps the Origin Temple itself was a precious ancient ruin.
If that was true, it made sense that the old fellow hadn't brought the