I lost contact in the fairy world

Chapter 633 The Birth of the World's First Vine Snake

Galar, Weeming Forest.

Three thousand years of twilight have precipitated a faint blue mist on this ancient land. The branches of ancient trees over a hundred years old have interwoven into a dome, isolating the hustle and bustle of the world from outside. The legends about this forest are as numerous as morning dew, and on the night of the lunar eclipse three years ago, the thread of fate was quietly being woven.

The emerald lightning that suddenly tore through the sky was like a poem written by the Creator in the clouds. It pierced through the sky and hit the trunk of a huge banyan tree deep in the forest that could be hugged by ten people. The thunder even caused ripples in the long river of time.

When the morning mist enveloped the forest again, the chosen giant trees not only had no scorch marks, but instead had fluorescent veins of life energy emerging on the bark, and each new leaf glowed with a luster tempered by moonlight.

The drizzle during the spring equinox weaves its feathers, and the cicadas' chirping during the summer solstice composes music for it. When the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter ends, the crisp sound of wood cracking comes from deep in the heart of the tree. A new vine is growing at an incredible speed, transforming into a translucent glass form under the moonlight.

At the beginning of summer the following year, the vines entwined between the branches suddenly burst into emerald light, and the clear sound of shells breaking out came from the layers of leaf cocoons.

When the last dewy banyan leaf fell, the creature opened its gilded vertical pupils. It wrapped itself around the branches to complete its transformation, and finally opened its amber eyes on the full moon night after the frost.

When this creature, which combines the characteristics of vines and dragon lizards, fell from the branches, the whole forest held its breath for its birth. Dewdrops hovered in the air, fireflies formed a galaxy to guide it, and even the breeze stopped in a blessing. The moment it touched the ground, its roots outlined ancient runes in the soil, which were the original code of life.

This creature, which will be named Vine Snake in the future, has a green glow flowing all over its body that is richer than its counterparts in later generations, and the veins connected from head to tail reveal the mystery of reincarnation.

At this moment, the newly awakened Vine Snake gazed at the starry sky between the treetops, and three eternal propositions emerged in his consciousness like morning mist.

【who I am? 】

Where do I come from?

Where will it go next?

It didn't know that in the distant Unova region, its descendants would branch out and form their own world; it didn't know that in the future there would be trainers who would be fascinated by its evolved form; it only knew that at this moment every breath in the forest was saying: Welcome to this world full of miracles.

When the tip of the vine snake's tail swept across the leaf mold for the first time, the moss began to fluoresce at the moment of contact, like ignited stardust.

On the treetop, a wood gecko was climbing on the back of a tree also leaf and licking the morning dew. Suddenly, it felt an electric-like vibration at its fingertips. It turned its head abruptly, and its pupils shrank into slits. The green figure was walking with the tree roots as piano keys. With every step, green ripples appeared on the ground, and even the giant tree that had been rooted for thousands of years was nodding gently.

The first to sense the changes were the bloodlines of the forest. The herds of budding deer living in tree holes migrated collectively at dawn. They avoided the paths of vine snakes, and the tips of the young deer's hooves didn't even dare to touch the ferns that were soaked in their scent.

The centipede king's venom glands began to secrete disorderly the moment it encountered it. Its thirty-six pairs of legs left panicked marks on the dead leaves, and finally curled up into a humble spiral.

The usually reckless serpentine bear will obediently place the stolen fruits in the middle of the path when it smells the emerald particles floating in the air, as if it is instinctively offering tribute.

Even the most unruly Sly Mantis will retract its sickle-shaped forelimbs when flying over its head.

The deepest awe is hidden in the details. When dusk permeates the forest, the frequency of the older gorilla beating his chest suddenly slows down. The monkeys under its command were originally fighting for tree fruits, but now they all look at the giant tree where the vine snake lives.

The young monkeys saw their father's hair rising and falling with the rhythm of his green breathing, as if responding to some ancient rhythm. The oldest female monkey took off the acorn crown on her head and placed it on the moss altar in front of the tree roots. This was a courtesy that the Weeming Forest Elves would perform for the legendary "first guardian", and this memory was awakening in the genes of the monkeys through touch and humming.

The elves of Galar do not understand the definition of "strong". They only know that when that creature swims, the wind will actively blow away the fog to make way for it, raindrops will condense into crystal prisms in mid-air to refract the light for it, and even time seems to slow down between the opening and closing of its gilded vertical pupils.

This is not fear forced by power, but an instinct engraved in the blood of nature. The entire ecosystem is consciously adjusting gears to allow this existence closest to the origin of life to become the new pulse of the forest.

All witnesses understand that the essence of awe is never to look up, but to instinctively make way for an existence that is closer to the way of heaven and to make way for a path to eternity.

On the night of Waking of Insects, golden lightning struck the giant banyan tree. The gilded vertical pupils of the vine snake reflected the first lightning of spring. The dormant power under its scales was awakening with the thunder of Waking of Insects.

"Crack!"

When the fourth spring thunder sounded, the vines at the tail of the vine snake suddenly burst into a dazzling blue light. It raised its neck, and its amber eyes reflected the thunderstorm in the sky.

Its coiled branches suddenly burst into fluorescent veins, the lightning that seeped out of the cracks in the bark and the life energy in its body vibrated violently, and the leaves condensed into crystal-like lightning patterns with crackling sounds.

The entire forest was illuminated like daylight in an instant, and the blades it swung out carried arcs of electricity like thunder snakes, and even the air made a crackling sound of ionization wherever it passed.

It followed the chopping path in its instinctive memory and cut off the century-old pine branches that were tightly wrapped with vines. At the broken ends that were tempered by lightning and fire, new buds actually sprouted in the thunder.

At this moment, it finally understood: thunder does not bring destruction, but awakens sleeping life in the thunder.

The spring thunder awakens all things and brings them back to life. This is the true meaning of spring.

At noon in midsummer, the scorching sun baked the forest into a steamer. The vine snake curled up in a cave, its scales hot from the sun. When it woke up again, it found the heat wave from the distant wildfire sweeping over, and it instinctively stretched its vines into the flames.

The flames climbed up the body along the vines, but turned into emerald flames when they touched the scales. The vine snake subconsciously swung its tail, but found that the leaves became translucent in the high temperature, and there was a lava-like red light flowing inside.

The leaves actually drew a burning trail in the air, and wherever they passed, all things came to life, as if igniting the fire of life in the forest.

At this moment, it finally understood: the fire did not bring destruction, but a prosperous vitality in full swing.

Summer flowers are in full bloom, their splendor is dazzling, this is the meaning of summer.

In the morning mist of the autumnal equinox, the forest was dyed golden, and vine snakes lingered on the oldest yew trees in the forest, watching the fallen leaves fluttering like butterflies.

When the first dead leaf touched its scales, a sense of desolation suddenly spread along the veins of the leaves.

A gust of north wind swept across the treetops, and it suddenly swung its tail, causing the blades to cut through the air while spinning at high speed.

Countless fallen leaves suddenly burst into a gray-yellow fluorescence, forming a rotating roulette wheel of death in mid-air. The maple trees that were swept by withered instantly, but energy crystals in the shape of annual rings emerged on the bark.

At this moment, it finally understood: the north wind did not bring death, but a new life in the endless falling leaves. The autumn wind is killing, and the fallen leaves are rustling. This is the mystery of autumn.

The winter solstice snowstorm dyed the forest silver-white. The vine snake curled up deep in the tree hole, feeling the severe cold outside.

When it opened its eyes again, it found that the tree hole had been sealed with ice and snow. The ice element condensed into crystals in its blood vessels. When its body temperature dropped to freezing point, the vine snake was surprised to find that its vines were covered with a layer of frost and the leaves were shining with a faint blue light.

It tried to swing its blades to attack, but it condensed a wall of ice in the air. When it swung its tail again, the frost on the vines turned into a blizzard that froze the surrounding forest, but in this silence, it felt the vitality lurking under the ice and snow.

Next spring, all things will come back to life and everything will be full of vitality again.

At this moment it finally understood: the severe cold did not bring the end, but an opportunity to wait for reincarnation in absolute silence.

In winter, everything is covered with snow and everything is quiet. This is the meaning of winter.

Spring thunder and winter snow intertwine, summer fire and autumn wind swirl together, vine snakes coil around thousand-year-old trees, and the treetops instantly experience the four seasons cycle of sprouting, blooming, withering, and freezing.

The spring thunder breaks the dawn, the summer buds bloom red and dye the crimson silk, the frosty blades cut the leaves of the three realms flat, and the jade dust covers the nine layers of the sky.

The mysteries of the four seasons appear alternately in the body of the Vine Snake, faintly outlining the meaning of reincarnation. A kind of sublimation of enlightenment seems to be about to break out of this body. The Vine Snake suddenly opens its eyes. Everything in the world turns upside down in an instant, and yet seems to remain unchanged. The meaning of reincarnation of the four seasons in its eyes seems to have penetrated life and death.

But even if it has understood life and death, it still cannot understand the first three questions.

【who I am? 】

Where do I come from?

Where will it go next?

Having no clue, it continues to stay in the forest, pondering the answers to these three questions, waiting for the revelation from the world. It has touched the true meaning of reincarnation and has almost eternal time.

The Weimi Forest in late spring is immersed in a blue-grey mist. The aerial roots of the thousand-year-old banyan tree hang down like curtains, filtering the fragmented sunlight into mottled gold foil. Vine snakes are entwined in the depression in the heart of the tree, and the vines with drooping tails are absorbing the dew condensed from the moonlight, and their emerald scales flicker with their breathing.

There was a sudden strange tremor from the leaf rot layer.

A huge dark figure broke into the Weimi Forest. It was an extremely large blocking bear. The sound of it crushing rotten leaves startled the fluorescent butterflies between the branches. The dark energy condensed on its black fur scraped across the bark, leaving charred marks - this bully who had fled here from Hoenn was using brute force to carve out his own territory in the homeland where his ancestors lived.

The vine snake coiled among the branches of the tallest banyan tree, its gilded vertical pupils reflecting the commotion below, the vines on the tip of its tail unconsciously rubbing the bark, sensing the tingling in the veins of the forest.

When the blocking bear chopped off a bowl-sized alder tree with one palm, the treetops suddenly shook violently, and emerald light fragments fell like star rain, burning sizzling marks on the shoulders of the bear elf.

"Cuck!"

The blocking bear raised its head and roared, and the evil energy condensed into a black ball of light in the palm of its hand. It saw a stream of green light swimming towards it from the depths of the tree shadows. The body of the creature was translucent like glass, and the fluorescent vein-like patterns on its leaves flickered with its breathing. The vines at the tail end actually drew runes like tree rings in the air.

What made it most uneasy were those vertical pupils. The breath of the entire forest was reflected in those golden eyes, as if they were the blood of this land.

The vine snake slid down beside the broken log, and the tip of its leaf-shaped tail lightly touched the ground. The broken alder instantly sprouted new buds. It raised its head to look at the bear that was several times taller than itself, and its voice, as clear as morning dew falling on leaves, exploded in the bear's mind.

[This is the cradle of life, your claws and teeth should not be used to tear the annual rings]

As he finished speaking, his whole body was suddenly filled with a faint glow of the changing seasons - the thunder patterns of spring danced on the scales, the flames of summer appeared in the leaf veins, the killing power of autumn condensed into blades, and the frost crystals of winter covered the vines.

The pupils of the blocking bear suddenly contracted. What it felt was not the deterrence of hierarchical oppression, but a more ancient power, as if the creature in front of it was the embodiment of the forest's will.

"Roar--"

The furious roar shook off the snow on the treetops, and the dark red cyclone that swept across the sky was easily led towards the sky by the fallen leaves floating around the vine snake.

When the bully territory that blocked the bear was fully deployed, the shadows of the entire forest twisted into sharp claws, and black air waves blew away fallen leaves. When the bear's claws came with the extremely giant metal edge, the vines swayed slightly, and the slashing of the leaves actually triggered the spring thunder of Jingzhe - the lightning wrapped around the vines, crushing the bear's paw's attack into stardust.

The forest was shaking. The bud deer in the tree holes bowed their heads collectively. The Scythers put away their sickles and crouched on the ground. Even the wildest Serpentine Bears formed a circle and surrounded the edge of the battlefield.

The blocking bear's back hit the oak tree, and the bark suddenly glowed with light, echoing the veins on the vine snake's body. It was then that it realized that its arrogant bully territory had automatically dissipated three feet around the opponent, like a turbid stream meeting a clear spring, leaving only an unwilling roar echoing in the silver mist.

The blocking bear's throat rolled, and he suddenly remembered the figure of the humanoid female Tyrannosaurus who had beaten him when he was a slave in Fangyuan. The same feeling of oppression came with a completely different aura. The creature in front of him had no killing intention, but it made him feel the urge to surrender from the bottom of his soul.

The ancient tree rings suddenly came alive, and the twisted roots tumbled like earth dragons, locking the huge body of the blocking bear into a wooden cage. The vine snake swam to the top of the cage, and emerald flowers bloomed where the tip of its tail lightly touched, purifying the black mist of the bully's aura into stardust.

The feeling of weakness made the blocking bear hang its head and whimper in submission, begging for mercy from the creature in front of it whose head was not even as big as its own. Fortunately, its dignity had long been reduced to nothing after being repeatedly humiliated by Fangyuan, and its greatest advantage was its ability to bend and stretch.

[You should repent and stop destroying any tree or grass in the forest. Be a protector.]

The cold command of the Vine Snake echoed in its soul, and the Blocking Bear immediately nodded its head like a chicken pecking at rice. People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and it had already understood this principle in its heart when it first came to the Orange Forest.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the sunlight penetrated the treetops, coating the glass-like body of the vine snake with a layer of gold. It turned and swam towards the depths of the forest. Wherever its tail tip passed, the destroyed vegetation was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bear watched the green color gradually disappear in the light and shadow. The dark energy in its palm had quietly faded away at some point. Only the new buds under its claws swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling the forgiveness and eternity of this forest.

Just when this guy breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to find some of his long-lost compatriots for distance contact, the green figure suddenly appeared in his eyes again, and the cold voice sounded in his consciousness again.

[Wait, let me ask you, who am I? Where do I come from? Where should I go? ]

(End of this chapter)