When Tian Leng opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but freeze. There was nothing in front of him but an old man and... a Lucario. The old man wore a yellow robe, with a long beard hanging straight down, and wooden clogs on his feet. He was dressed just like someone from ancient times! As for the Lucario, it was exceptionally well-developed. Even with Tian Leng keeping his distance, he could feel its powerful aura. Yet it showed no hostility toward him at all. In fact, it seemed very friendly.
Tian Leng couldn't help asking the old man, "Who are you? And where is this?" The old man seemed to have expected the question, as if he'd come prepared with an answer. In his aged voice, he said, "I am the God of Creation." Tian Leng immediately cut him off. "Wait, isn't Arceus the God of Creation?" The old man snapped, "Don't you know it's rude to interrupt people?" Tian Leng gave an awkward laugh. "Please, go on." Only then did the old man's expression soften a little. "I..."
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