A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Beyond the North Wind's Secret Realm, the atmosphere on the sea has plummeted to freezing point.

A rare hint of barely perceptible annoyance flickered in Wanxiang's usually calm voice: "It seems... it sensed the Phoenix King's presence and chose to intervene..."

This sudden turn of events made the two baseball champions, who were already considering retiring, even more uneasy, their faces turning pale.

They have now completely offended China. Not only did they fail to eliminate the threat completely, but they also allowed two of the most crucial people on the other side to be rescued by a mysterious force. This is the worst possible situation!

The two were momentarily confused and at a loss.

Arthur Kirkland's brow furrowed, his face a mask of displeasure and greed.

Not only did the East China championship slip away, but the alluring secret of Dynamax also became a distant dream.

He asked with a questioning tone, "You mean... it was the 'North Wind God' from that secret realm—Suicune—who rescued them?"

Wanxiang turned his gaze to the entrance to the secret realm, which was gradually returning to calm but still radiating a faint blue light, and nodded silently.

He said, "After all, in all the legends, Suicune's connection with Ho-Oh is the closest... It cannot ignore such pure Ho-Oh power."

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Within the North Wind Secret Realm...

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

Zhang Heng felt like a drowning man, suddenly waking up from a daze, coughing violently, and instinctively thrashing about.

But he soon discovered that he was not in deep water, but in a shallow puddle.

His water-controlling power activated spontaneously, gently soothing the discomfort caused by the water pressure and quickly clearing his vision.

"Mmm~"

"Guhou~"

Two familiar, concerned low hums rang in my ears.

Zhang Heng turned his head and saw that the rippling water was gently rubbing against him with its huge head, while on the other side, Kingdra, which had deactivated its Dynamax form, was quietly floating in the shallow water, guarding him.

He struggled to his feet from the muddy puddle, his body covered in slippery mud, looking quite disheveled.

He looked around and found himself seemingly in a primeval tropical rainforest.

Towering ancient trees block out the sun, and the air is filled with a rich moisture and the fresh scent of decaying plants.

Beneath our feet are continuous, crystal-clear puddles, where we can occasionally see black moths clumsily crawling across, or rain-winged moths gracefully skimming the surface of the water, their wings fluttering like large eyes.

After a brief moment of confusion, memories flooded back—the devastating green beam of light, his father's mangled body, the radiance of the Phoenix King's feathers, and finally, the blue tornado that swept him away!

That's right! Father!

"Dad! Where are you?!"

Zhang Heng's heart clenched instantly. Ignoring his muddy clothes, he anxiously looked around, his voice trembling slightly with fear.

Just then, a familiar and loving voice, which he thought he would never hear again, with a hoarseness from surviving a catastrophe, rang out from behind a huge fern not far away.

"Xiao Heng, you're awake?"

The voice struck Zhang Heng like a bolt of lightning! He froze on the spot, his blood seemingly freezing!

He turned around very slowly, almost mechanically.

His gaze pierced through the dappled shadows of the trees, and he saw the figure—Zhang Leiyuan was standing there. Although there were still some traces and stains left by the battle on his body, the terrifying carbonized wounds had disappeared. Although his face was pale, it was full of vitality!

The eyes that looked at him were filled with the joy of having something lost and found, and boundless love.

"dad……?"

Zhang Heng opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Only scalding tears flowed out uncontrollably like a flood, instantly blurring his vision.

He didn't cry out, but his shoulders trembled violently as he silently shed tears—an almost suffocating expression under the extreme impact of his emotions.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Leiyuan's eyes welled up with tears and love. He strode over and subconsciously reached out to ruffle his son's hair as he did when he was a child, only to find that his son was already almost as tall as him.

His hand paused slightly in the air before finally pressing down heavily and forcefully on Zhang Heng's shoulder, conveying a reassuring warmth and strength.

“It’s all alright now…” Zhang Leiyuan’s voice was steady and warm. “Dad’s back.”

He paused, looked at his son's tear-streaked face, and added with utmost solemnity, "Thank you, Xiao Heng."

Feeling the real touch on his shoulder and the power in his father's words, Zhang Heng suddenly raised his hand and fiercely wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve, even though new tears immediately welled up again.

He tried to calm himself, but his voice was still choked with emotion when he spoke: "...You...you're alright, that's...so good..."

The immense joy and lingering fear of regaining what was lost overwhelmed him like a tsunami, making him almost unable to stand.

The father and son remained silent for a while, feeling an indescribable mix of joy and bitterness in Xiaohua's heart.

After a while, Zhang Leiyuan patted his son's shoulder hard, his gaze gradually becoming sharp.

He said, "It's incredibly lucky that my son and I could be reunited. But now is not the time to be sad. We need to pull ourselves together. The powerful enemies outside won't give us much time!"

When the enemy outside was mentioned, the tears in Zhang Heng's eyes were instantly suppressed, replaced by a chilling hatred and an incomparably resolute light.

The hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable! This hatred has been deeply ingrained in his bones.

“Dad,” Zhang Heng took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice, “we should be in the secret realm of the North Wind God right now.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Leiyuan's brows furrowed slightly. After his resurrection, he had already conducted a preliminary observation of the environment and tried various means of communication, all of which had failed. It did indeed match the characteristics of an unopened secret realm, especially the extremely abundant water energy here.

He nodded and said, "That's right, this is indeed a water-based secret realm. But how can you be so sure it's the God of the North Wind?"

"The reason lies with you, Dad," Zhang Heng said with certainty. "Because the item I used to revive you was the Phoenix King's Feather."

Despite his suspicions, Zhang Leiyuan was still deeply shaken when he heard his son confirm it with his own ears.

I have indeed died once, and it was my son who pulled me back from the brink of death with a legendary sacred object.

"You mean... the North Wind God sensed the Phoenix King's aura, which is why he intervened?" Zhang Leiyuan immediately grasped the key point.

"Yes. Dad, you should know the legend about the North Wind God, right?!"

The Pokémon legends in this world are actually quite similar to those in Zhang Heng's original world. Perhaps the specific locations differ slightly, but the details are largely the same.

According to records, three unknown Pokémon perished in a fire at the Bell Tower (Burnt Tower) of an ancient city 150 years ago.

Ho-Oh, who dwells in the Bell Tower, descended, quelled the fire, and revived them, giving them new forms and powers. They became Raikou, Entei, and Suicune, and from then on became Ho-Oh's messengers, known as the 'Ho-Oh Guard'.

Suicune has the closest relationship with Ho-Oh, and it is most sensitive to Ho-Oh's power.

As the champion who guards the mysterious realm of the North Wind, Zhang Leiyuan was naturally familiar with the rumors about the God of the North Wind.

He nodded knowingly, a bittersweet smile appearing on his face: "It seems... my son and I were truly destined to survive..."

Zhang Heng also felt that this series of coincidences was almost a miracle—the system drawing rewards from fire-attribute targets, the Phoenix King's feathers, reviving his father, attracting the help of Suicune...

It's as if an invisible hand is driving all of this.

But Zhang Leiyuan quickly returned to reality, his tone heavy: "But the situation is still far from optimistic. Almost all of my Pokémon are critically injured and on the verge of death. Even if they recover quickly in the secret realm, it will be difficult to deal with the forces outside..."

Zhang Heng's heart sank as well; indeed, the difference in strength was too great.

Even if all the Pokémon in his father's team were back to their peak condition, it would still be difficult to defeat the opponent's three legendary Pokémon, one of which was a legendary Pokémon.

Moreover, it seems that the champion from the United States is still holding back, with only one Shiny Noivern appearing on the surface.

Just as the father and son were feeling heavy-hearted, a refreshing, soothing north wind, seemingly capable of cleansing the soul, blew by without warning.

The wind carried a refreshing coolness and the freshness of water vapor, miraculously soothing most of the anxiety, hatred, and tension that had accumulated in their hearts.

Zhang Leiyuan's expression hardened, and he whispered, "It... is coming."

Zhang Heng held his breath, knowing who his father was referring to—the embodiment of the North Wind, the Water Lord!

Legend has it that when he appears, he brings a strange north wind that purifies water sources and people's hearts.

In the depths of the dense rainforest ahead, a large amount of misty water vapor began to gather, drifting out like a thin veil, making the surrounding scenery somewhat hazy and dreamlike.

Immediately afterwards, an elegant and mysterious figure emerged slowly from the misty forest with silent steps.

Its entire body is a clear and noble blue, with a slender and agile body, like a large feline.

Its body is adorned with white diamond-shaped spots, like stars in the night sky. Its head is adorned with a headdress made of blue gemstones, and behind it are two white ribbons, as if formed by the north wind, moving even without wind, graceful and sacred.

Its eyes are deep and calm, as if they contain a thousand years of wisdom, and its whole body exudes a tranquil aura that purifies and soothes all things.

This is Suicune, the legendary Pokémon that embodies the north wind and has the divine power to purify water!

Its gaze first swept over Zhang Leiyuan, lingering for a moment on the lingering Phoenix King aura on him, before precisely locking onto Zhang Heng.

Its deep gaze seemed to see through to the soul; it knew that the holder of the Ho-Oh power was not Zhang Leiyuan, but this young trainer!

"Whoa!"

The rippling water immediately sensed the immense divine power and unknown intentions contained in the Water Lord's gaze. Without hesitation, it took a step forward, letting out a low, warning roar, and stood between Zhang Heng and the Water Lord.

Its purple mane stood on end slightly, and its eyes were filled with vigilance and hostility, as if it feared that this unfamiliar and powerful divine beast might harm its trainer.

Suicune's gaze then turned to Ripple. A hint of curiosity and inquiry flashed in its eyes at this unknown Pokémon, which was somewhat similar to itself in appearance, also possessed water-type powers, yet was clearly different.

Zhang Heng knew that divine beasts with divine authority represented a certain will of the rules in this world, and their power was far beyond that of ordinary legendary Pokémon, let alone something that human power could not contend with.

He took a deep breath, gently patted the neck of the rippling water to soothe its restless emotions, and then stepped out from behind it.

He raised his head, meeting Sui-kun's deep, wise eyes with sincere gaze, and said, "Thank you, Sui-kun, you saved us."

He paused, then decided to be honest, his voice clear and firm: "However, I must confess to you. I obtained the Phoenix Feather by chance, and I am not the hero chosen by the Phoenix King."

He revealed the truth and awaited Suijun's reaction.

The fate of this secret realm, and the lives of the father and son, may now rest on the whim of the North Wind God.