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

But is this really the truth?

But in an instant, Xiao dared not forget the thought, and he even had an impulse to stop watching. If what the Emperor said was not the truth, and the real truth was... could he bear it?

he does not know.

They killed Fushe; although Gan Yu was the one who directly carried out the killings, the Yakshas also assisted...

They indirectly killed Fushe.

If Fushe is not a sinner, then he himself is the one who betrayed his oath and caused the death of his loved ones.

Can he handle it?

Xiao shook his head. Whatever the truth, he had to accept it. He had come here prepared for the consequences.

Suddenly, Xiao's eyes widened.

Because he saw the man in front of him stop, and the next moment, a colossal abyss descended from the sky, the terrifying stench of filth swept over him, the stench of blood was so thick it was almost solidified, and the twisted and low moaning filled Xiao's ears!

So clear, so profound, so close at hand, it was as if they had returned to two thousand years ago, to that battlefield.

The smell of gunpowder, the sounds of crying and screaming, the roars of monsters...

Everything was vivid in his mind. Xiao could even see the man's posture as he drew his knife, the strands of hair scattered in the air, the slight rise and fall of his chest, and the beads of sweat that fell from his skin.

It's right here.

The man slashed upwards with his dragging knife, cutting across the beast's cheek, along its gaping maw to its jaw. With a flash of blood, the clean cut pierced the beast's skull, brain matter and bone splattering into the air, blood gushing out—

——————----

Fushe lowered his head, letting the filthy blood splatter onto his robes. He slowly exhaled and continued walking forward.

"call..."

"call."

The corpse of the abyssal behemoth was broken in two and crashed pitifully behind him with a dull thud.

He felt exhausted, but he couldn't give up yet.

He took out the last roll of tobacco from his pocket, rolled it into a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and felt a faint warmth spread down his esophagus into his lungs. He exhaled a thin layer of smoke.

Fushe raised his eyes, and in the distance was a sea of ​​fire stretching to the horizon.

Flames licked the leaden sky, every layer of the abyss was burning, billowing smoke obscured the sky, and the miners who failed to evacuate were swallowed by karma. Their cries and screams echoed through the sky. The Thousand Rock Army was still resisting, and they died one after another on the way to charge.

At the very center of the Abyss of Layered Rocks is a massive crater with a radius of several miles, its bottom unseen, with dark red lava swirling and flowing. Because of its eerie and terrifying nature, the local inhabitants call it the 'Mouth of the Abyss'.

And now.

Countless karmic obstacles surged forth from the mouth of the abyss, transforming into demons and monsters that roared and howled, shattering everything in their path. They climbed up the rock walls of the giant abyss, ready to charge out in an instant!

No one could stop them; even the most resolute soldiers couldn't help but feel panic and despair in their eyes.

If they can't protect themselves and let these karmic burdens spread to the human world... who knows what will happen.

"Huff. Huff..."

The sound of breathing was as steady as a rock, calm and heavy, with each inhale and exhale causing the surrounding stones to resonate with it.

Before the Thousand Rock Army could understand what was happening, they saw a man heading towards the gaping maw of the abyss, his long sword dragging on the rocks with a crisp clanging sound.

He looked exhausted, a cigarette dangling from his lips, like any old man you'd see anywhere. The sword in his hand was a standard longsword of the Chiyan Army, now chipped and chipped, the blade curled up—this kind of sword was utterly ineffective at killing enemies.

However, some veterans discovered something. Their pupils constricted in surprise: the man in front of them had four arms and four hands!

"call--"

Fu She held the tattered longsword upside down, his blood-dripping index and middle fingers forming a sword incantation.

His deep purple eyes flashed with a magnificent and terrifying light, and his thin lips parted slightly, causing all the rocks to tremble and resonate with his breath!

"town."

The first karmic obstacle had already pounced out, and Fushe's longsword pierced down, penetrating its chest, causing the rock walls of the giant abyss to crack layer upon layer.

The dome collapsed violently, and hundreds of millions of tons of falling rocks crashed straight into the gaping maw of the abyss, causing the earth to tremble in a pitiful manner.

town.

town!

Countless monsters crashed headlong into the abyss, hurling themselves back down. Boulders rained down from the sky, the earth trembled again and again, and the raging sea of ​​fire wailed. Smoke billowed and thick smoke lingered for a long time.

In the thick dust, only that person's back remained unmoved.

"Huff." Fu She propped himself up with the knife to keep from falling asleep. He had a premonition that if he fell this time, he wouldn't be the one to stand up next time.

He gritted his teeth, and if anyone could see him up close, they would find his face strange and insane.

"Is it... Marshal Tai?"

A suppressed, excited voice came from behind. It belonged to a very old veteran who had served in the army for over forty years, spending half his life in the military. He had the honor of meeting Marshal Fushetai and had served under him.

"Grand Marshal!"

"Is that Marshal Tai...?"

Many soldiers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. They had all grown up listening to stories of Marshal Tengshe, and now that they had seen him in person, how could they not be excited?

Fushe paused, then lowered his head, biting his tongue hard until it bled; the pain would keep him awake.

then.

He raised his eyes, turned around, looked at the soldiers, and gave them a reassuring, cheerful smile, as if they had nothing to fear now that he was there.

"You've worked hard."

Fushe's voice was deep. His gaze swept over every soldier of the Thousand Rock Army. There were originally more than 3,000 soldiers guarding this place, but now more than half of them have been lost. The surviving soldiers are all covered in wounds.

Fushe gazed at them and said softly:

"You've really worked hard."

The cigarette dangling from his lips had dwindled to a few embers. From the abyss below came the twisted and frenzied roar of karma once more. The cold moonlight seeped through the cracks in the rock, slanting down onto Fu She's silhouette.

“You all need to leave,” he said.

"And Marshal... what about you?" the veteran asked, bewildered.

"I'm going down." Fushe threw the cigarette butt into the mouth of the abyss and wiped the blood from his longsword.

The soldiers looked at each other, but none of them spoke or whispered.

Fushe told them to leave, but they didn't move. They just stood there silently. They didn't speak, but their silence spoke volumes.

"What?" Fu She asked, displeased. "Although I'm no longer with the Thousand Rock Army, I still retain my position. Are you going to disobey military orders?"

“We are not afraid to die,” a young soldier said, his neck stiff. “We cannot run away.”

They realized that this disaster was probably more serious than any before. They had seen the monsters in the abyss before, and they absolutely could not let them out!

Among the Thousand Rock Army were also many sorcerers and scholars, who could clearly sense just how terrifying the things beneath the abyss were!

It was terrifying...surpassing even demons.

"If you're not afraid of death, then are you afraid of living?"

Fu She said softly:

“Death is the most terrifying thing in the world, so you must live on, not for yourself, but for those who need you, for your loved ones and friends, for the people you love. This is what is called responsibility—because your death is also the most terrifying thing in the world for those who love you, but I am different.”

But I am different.

Because no one loves me anymore.

Because no one needs me to live anymore.

I am a calamity.

For me... living is more terrifying than dying.

But he said it this way, laughing, carefree, hearty, and earnestly:

“But I am different from you. I am the Grand Marshal Tengshe. I am very powerful. I will not die after going down—I can live for hundreds more years. Don’t you believe me?”

Don't you believe me...? No one would doubt Marshal Tengshe. He always possesses a reassuring ability. Whether it's Fushe or Qingye Leiming two thousand years later, he always makes others believe that he is powerful.

"Get out of here." He said, "You have your mission to cover the people's escape, and I have my promise."

"The Yaksha clan," Fushe said earnestly, "must use this body as an array to seal away the filth. Although I am not a true Yaksha, I do not intend to break the agreement."

People.

There are still people living in the deep abyss of rocky cliffs; they have not yet evacuated.

Finally, the Thousand Rock Army moved silently, their heads bowed.

"now it's right."

Fu She smiled softly, sheathed his sword, and stood on the edge of the abyss, the rising smoke and fire ruffling his tattered clothes.

"Hey, Karma," he whispered in a voice no one could hear, "You love to eat, don't you? The more you eat, the stronger you become. And there's plenty of delicious food down there, let's go have a feast together!"

Karma will devour karma, and devouring makes it stronger. Fushe performs Nuo rituals for the Yakshas, ​​and at the same time, he is also the karma within him... devouring the karma on the Yakshas.

It won't refuse to go out for a big meal.

Fushe has a plan.

Or rather, it was a backup plan he had prepared in advance.

This time, he must succeed.

Fu She ripped off his shirt, and the blood-red color instantly eroded his eyes. His aura was gloomy and manic, and a ferocious smile split his lips. He took a step forward and fell into the abyss.

He drew his sword from its sheath in mid-air, and from the depths of the abyss, countless layers of filth stretched out countless arms, and the floating abode descended from the sky to embrace him!

Above the abyss, the Thousand Rock Army's voice, as steady as a rock, echoed, countless sounds converging and reverberating for a long time in the empty cave:

"Three thousand soldiers of the Thousand Rock Army respectfully escort the Marshal into battle."

"The three thousand soldiers of the Thousand Rock Army respectfully escort the Marshal into battle!"

-

That man fell from a bottomless abyss.