Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

"Hey kid, wanna hang out with me?"

'How about getting a different older brother?'

'From this day forward, you shall be called Xiao.'

From this day forward, no one is worthy of your worship.

The last rays of the setting sun were slowly worn away by the sharp edges of the mountains, leaving only a pale, lifeless glow at the horizon.

Night slowly falls, signifying the end of the day. The Great Sage Who Subdued Demons has guarded the human world for another day: today is also a peaceful day.

Strangely enough, since the great catastrophe 2,400 years ago, Liyue has not encountered any crises, and even the filth of the abyss is rarely seen.

The phrase "a time of peace and prosperity" is a fitting description.

Having been entrusted to guard the human world for a thousand years, Xiao has never left his post, but today, he plans to 'take leave'.

The Abyss of Laminaria – He was heading to the Abyss of Laminaria.

He wanted to visit the place where Fushe died.

For his own sake, or for that person's sake, Xiao has been running away for a thousand years; he can no longer hide like this.

Every year, without fail, Yingda would come to him, begging him to visit his elder brother, but every year Xiao refused, saying he would not pray for sinners.

But every afternoon at dusk, whether it was in the drizzling rain or under the gloomy twilight sky, the boy would always appear at that person's grave and place a bouquet of snow-white flowers there.

Xiao kept telling himself he wanted to forget him and hate that sinner... but he eventually realized he couldn't do it.

Xiao cannot forget Fushe, nor can he learn to hate.

The boy named Qingnuoyan was right, 'To the promises of the past and the fireworks of today, cheers!'

Kid, wanna hang out with me?

How about getting a different older brother?

When the great demon that enslaved him was killed by Fushe, Fushe said to himself, "This is their promise."

Fushe was his elder brother. Even though he had become known as the 'Sinful Immortal' in the eyes of the world, he was still his elder brother.

Xiao must go and find the promise of the past, otherwise he will miss today's fireworks forever.

The deep abyss of layered rocks—perhaps all the truth lies hidden within its depths.

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This agreement is strange.

[Seventh Promise: Please proceed to the Layered Rock Abyss...]

The content only includes the first half, "Heading to the Abyss of Layered Rocks," but the second half is missing?

Has the human rational system broken down?

Something strange about it.

Heading to the Abyss of Layered Rocks... What should I do once I get there?

In the past, the agreed-upon locations, people, and events were all included, whether it was visiting graves or tomb raiding—for example, going up the mountain to dig for the forty-ninth day after death.

With whom was this seventh agreement made?

What agreement was made?

None of them.

Such vague and unreliable statements!

Faced with such a difficult situation, even Qing Nuoyan was somewhat troubled.

With a soft sigh, I could only take it one step at a time.

A colossal abyss of layered rocks...?

He rested his chin on his hand, watching the sunset slowly disappear into the distance, lost in thought.

"Hey, you idiot Qing Nuoyan." Ying shook his shoulder. "You idiot Qing Nuoyan, snap out of it! Hey, snap out of it!"

"...What are you doing!" Qing Nuoyan was a little annoyed. He raised his eyes and stared at Miss Ying.

"Get to work."

She stood with her hands on her hips, speaking earnestly, fine beads of sweat dripping down her golden hair. Miss Ying's attire today was quite strange; her face was dirty, covered in sawdust, and she wore durable hiking boots, holding thick cotton gloves and a hammer.

He looks more like a carpenter.

"Get to work!"

Although Xiao Qiqi was small in stature, she was incredibly strong. She carried a tree trunk that would take three Qiqi to encircle, and like Ying, she raised her hands and said in a clear voice, "Qiqi, I want to work."

Paimon, hands on his hips like a scholar Qiqi, raised his hand and commanded Qingnuoyan: "Get to work!"

"so tired."

Qingnuoyan lay sprawled on the rock, looking like a salted fish, and said, "I have no strength left."

The "living" that Miss Ying mentioned refers to the small wooden house that was half-built in front of her.

The foundation of the log cabin has been solidified, and the selected wood is all of the finest quality. Half of the cabin has already been built. The pale blue cabin is bathed in the dappled light of the setting sun, and a faint scent of cypress can be smelled.

After returning from the Salt of the Earth, Miss Ying seemed to have been stimulated by something. Upon returning to Liyue, she said she wanted to build a small wooden house. At first, it was very difficult because she had no knowledge of architecture and could only move forward by trial and error.

These past few days, they've been chopping down trees, reading and studying, chopping down trees, directing Qingnuoyan to chop down trees, directing Qingnuoyan to read and study... Although it's been very tiring, miraculously, the two of them, plus Qiqi and Paimon—are actually going to build their own home.

The wooden house is almost finished.

Home...

Family.

Very unfamiliar vocabulary.

What exactly is a home?

Qingnuoyan has been staying in hotels all this time. Aren't hotels considered home? ...So having a house alone can't make a home. Then what is a 'home'?

Qingnuoyan didn't know.

"Silly little rice dumpling."

The sunlight grew dimmer, leaving only a few rays of light covering Ying's dirty profile. She took a hammer, climbed the wooden ladder, and headed to reinforce the roof.

Ah... Qingnuoyan originally wanted to tell Ying to rest for a while as well.

He stared at Miss Ying's back, somewhat lost in thought.

The blonde idiot was counting on her fingers, clearly very satisfied with the empire she had built, and was dividing up territories, muttering to herself:

“There should be three rooms. The smallest one will go to Paimon, and then to Seven-Seven,” she announced, hands on her hips. “The biggest one will be for me! Our house will be finished soon.”

"And what about me, dear Miss Ying?"

“You can sleep in the living room,” Ying said with a smile.

The cabin wasn't big, but she divided it into sections very clearly.

She was really serious, very serious. The warm glow of the setting sun bathed the wooden house, the corridors, the living room—every space was small, yet every space was filled with activity. Every piece of wood was placed by their own hands, and every nail was installed by their own hands.

Finally, Qing Nuoyan asked her question: "What is home?"

"A house. Lots of good food. Lots of money hidden away." Paimon answered first: "A home is one with a house, food, and money!"

I see.

Qing Nuoyan looked at Qi Qi, "What do you think, Qi Qi?"

"Qiqi...?" Qiqi raised her little head, looking confused. This silly girl couldn't understand the meaning of the word 'home'.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Qiqi, Qiqi, I don't know."

"Qiqi, before, you lived in a coffin. No one was there to keep you company. It was very sad."

Qiqi paused, then lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her skirt. "But Qiqi, right now, doesn't know."

"But Qiqi,"

The little girl raised her head. She was dead; she couldn't smile, but she gently pulled at her mouth with her little hand, clumsily mimicking Paimon's gesture, and forced a smile.

"Now, I'm very happy. Building this makes me very happy."

She nodded earnestly, and said hesitantly, "Qiqi... isn't alone anymore..."

"Not one person, but a family; one person, but a coffin."

"Oh, I see..." Qing Nuoyan ruffled the little girl's light purple short hair and gently pinched Qi Qi's cheek: "Silly girl."

He stood up, dusted himself off, and as the last rays of the setting sun slowly faded, Qing Nuoyan rolled up his sleeves and, without a trace of enthusiasm, shouted, "Let's get to work!"

They want to build a small wooden house.

The log cabin wasn't big, but each room was carefully divided. It wasn't big, but it had good food, money, and it wasn't just one person. So it wasn't just a simple pile of wood. The wood, money, food, and people were all piled together to form a home.

a few days later.

After the last piece of wood was laid, Qingnuoyan asked Ying, "We still have a trip to the Layered Rock Abyss, why are we in such a hurry to build a wooden house?"

"Someone is going to rebuild a country for so-and-so."

Ying turned her head away, not even looking at Nuoyan clearly, but staring at the wooden house. After a long while, she said softly, "I can't do it... I'm not a demon god, I'm not as strong or powerful as her, I can't do it."

Ying had always been a proud girl, but now she lowered her eyes slightly and said, "I can't do it."

"I can only build one small wooden house."

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, stood up, and hopped up the steps like a hopscotch player. In the brilliant spring sunshine, Ying turned around, her golden hair flowing in the golden sunlight.

"A very, very small wooden house."

She gestured with her hands to show how small it was: "There's only one living room, three bedrooms, a kitchen and a dining room. It's very, very small. That's all I have."

"Qingnuoyan, that's all I am." She kicked at the pebbles on the steps, paused, and finally looked up, saying:

Would you be willing to come back to this little house for dinner every evening from now on?

Ying said softly, tilting her head to reveal her small dimples, her short, golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, "This little house will always be here. And Qiqi, and Paimon."

Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, she smiled like a flower.