Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Not one stood up, nor did one make a loud noise.

But all eyes began to converge in this direction.

Xiaoxia felt her scalp tingle under the gaze of hundreds of eyes and instinctively shrank behind Xiaozhi.

Just then—

"Bana-na--!!"

A deep, resonant shout exploded from the very center of the valley.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible pressure, like an invisible hand that pressed down gently, silencing the entire valley.

All the whispers vanished instantly.

Hundreds of Bulbasaur lowered their heads in unison.

Ash's Bulbasaur also involuntarily tensed up.

The Venusaur in the middle of the valley.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His crimson eyes were completely clear, with a deep gaze and no obvious emotion.

There is only one kind of stillness that has been accumulated over countless years...

The moment it opened its eyes, Ash felt the aura opposite it suddenly rise up.

No need to roar, no need to lift a finger, no need to even stand up—simply opening your eyes changes the atmosphere of the entire valley.

The wind stopped.

Even the leaves stopped trembling.

Then, something even more incredible happened.

Behind Venusaur, on the old tree that had been dead for who knows how many years, a faint green light suddenly emanated from its cracked bark.

The green light spread from the trunk to the branches, and from the branches to every tiny tip.

Immediately afterwards—

Tender buds.

Countless tender buds sprouted from the withered branches, stretching, growing, and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The emerald green leaves trembled slightly in the morning light, as if someone had compressed the entire spring into a single moment.

A withered tree comes back to life.

"So strong!"

Xiao Zhi stood at the entrance of the valley, motionless.

His eyes were fixed on the Venusaur, on the old tree that had been revitalized, and on the heads bowed all over the valley.

"I really want to touch it!"

174. Spare the frog under the whip!

What is this person saying?

Let's touch?

Upon hearing this, Venusaur, who was expertly supplying energy to the withered tree and maintaining its aloof and unfathomable demeanor, was clearly taken aback.

Although Ash's voice wasn't loud, it was still very quiet here!

Its gaze passed over the layers of drooping heads and landed on the boy at the valley entrance.

No, are all the young people in Northeast China this brave these days?

Seeing how amazing I am... my first thought is actually "to touch it"?

Venusaur was silent for two seconds, then gently shook its head.

Forget it, let's just pretend we didn't hear it.

After all, it has lived for many years and has seen more trainers than the leaves on the trees in this valley.

These hotheads pop up every three to five years; they're not worth bothering with.

Besides, arguing with a mere kid would be beneath you if word got out.

The right path is to contribute to the community.

Venusaur looked away.

It took a deep breath, then let out a powerful roar to the sky.

"Bana—!!"

The roar was no longer low and restrained as before; instead, it exploded without reservation.

Its energy surged wildly at that moment, then burst forth from the blooming flower on its back!

Visible green light waves rippled through the valley, spreading out in concentric circles like ripples.

The energy descended and then rapidly spread along the valley floor, precisely flowing into the bodies of every Bulbasaur present.

A warm energy continuously flowed in from outside the body.

All the Bulbasaur raised their heads at the same time.

Their eyes reflected a layer of shimmering green light, and the flower buds on their backs trembled violently.

"seed……?!"

"seed!"

This is...this is!

That's right!

This is the ancestral power that the frog in my house mentioned!

Just this once is equivalent to their three months of arduous training!

One, two, three... more and more Bulbasaur began to glow with an uncontrollable white light.

The white light started from the flower buds, spread along their spines to their entire bodies, blurring their outlines and making them appear sacred.

It is the light of evolution!

Xiaoxia's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost falling off.

"This, this is..."

"Collective evolution".

Xiao Gang was also somewhat shocked.

"I've heard of some ancient groups evolving simultaneously under certain conditions, but to see it with my own eyes... this is just too much..."

He couldn't find the words to describe it for a moment.

"Pikachu!"

It’s too shocking!

Pikachu perched on Ash's shoulder and added a comment.

Its eyes were wide open, completely out of Xiao Gang's reach.

This scene was even more shocking than when it first saw the giant butterflies organizing an imparty!

On the other side, Ash, the most composed of the three, had already quickly pulled out his Pokédex and turned on the recording function.

Although he is away from home, he still has the doctor in his heart.

This scene deserves to be seen by the professor!

White light kept flashing in the valley.

One after another, Bulbasaur elongated in the white light, and the flower buds on their backs suddenly bloomed.

It evolves into Bulbasaur.

The white light of evolution spread outwards from the bottom of the valley like dominoes, wave after wave, dazzling the eyes.

Venusaur closed its eyes, feeling the evolutionary fluctuations vibrating like harp strings within its energy network.

Each fluctuation signifies that another member of the tribe has reached a new level.

It nodded in satisfaction.

It was worth the three years of arduous practice it undertook.

After all, once you reach this level, it is extremely difficult to take another step forward and enter that legendary realm.

That thing depends on fate—it can't be cultivated through hard work alone.

Some Pokémon may be stuck outside the threshold their entire lives, but some Pokémon might inexplicably cross it after being burned by fire.

Since taking another step forward is so difficult, it's better to use our energy where it matters most.

Contributing to the development of the race and watching these younger generations grow up is far more meaningful than hoarding one's power with nowhere to use it.

Venusaur opened its eyes, its benevolent gaze sweeping across the valley.

The newly evolved Bulbasaur were bowing their heads, carefully touching the newly blooming flower buds on their backs with their vine whips, trembling with excitement.

Not bad.

That's great.

Venusaur's lips were about to curl upwards slightly.

The entire frog was suddenly drawn to an unusual fluctuation in the network.

There.

Someone actually refused my invitation to evolve!

Its gaze fell on a corner at the edge of the valley.