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

But when Gan Yu chose to accept those voices, they became her inner voice—that was Gan Yu's thought.

"...I can live for hundreds of years, don't you believe me?"

The man laughed heartily.

'You can no longer live... I will not let you continue to wreak havoc on the world... because one day from now, I will personally shoot through your heart.'

Gan Yu bit her thin lips, her eyes filled with a thick fog.

"...Although I am not a real Yaksha, I do not intend to break the contract."

You have never kept your promises.

'You are a swearing immortal.'

That was the last sentence: Fushe leaped into the abyss, and the illusion ended.

Xiao discovered Gan Yu's whereabouts... but Gan Yu never intended to hide it.

He asked Gan Yu for her opinion, and Gan Yu simply replied calmly:

"It's just a hollow illusion."

She said, "Why believe the illusion of a traitor?"

Xiao paused, as if deep in thought. After a while, he looked earnestly at Gan Yu:

"...What you said makes some sense. Yes, perhaps that's true."

“But,” Xiao said softly, “maybe it’s just a lie, but maybe it’s real, and I choose to believe it. Because I hope it’s real.”

"although..."

He gently clenched his chest. "That was painful for us, but I also hope it's true."

Perhaps it was just a misperception, but Qing Nuoyan vaguely noticed that Miss Gan Yu seemed to be in a daze.

But it was only for a moment, and she quickly regained her composure.

“...Heh.” Gan Yu chuckled calmly, then repeated, forcefully, “This is just a lie.”

The tone was already resolute.

"Nature can create illusions. Whether it's a mirage or a projection, we cannot believe it all."

Xiao turned his gaze to the mouth of the abyss, his golden eyes lowered.

"But there might be more 'evidence' hidden inside, perhaps even the Taiwei Plate. Do you want to go with me?"

"What good would it do to go and see?" Gan Yu said. "It's just an illusion."

You did nothing wrong.

Her golden eyes were dark and deep, and she lowered her head as if whispering.

I did nothing wrong.

...

An illusion of nothingness...

Qingnuoyan was somewhat puzzled.

He gazed at the immortal named Gan Yu, wondering why the latter was so certain.

He's been called a traitor again... But he's shameless, so there's no point in getting upset or trying to defend himself... If cursing him would make you feel better, then you might as well curse his past self instead.

Ever since he stepped into this giant abyss of rock, he has felt completely lost.

What he needs to do is to fulfill this seventh agreement.

But now that they had reached the Abyss of Layered Rocks, he had no idea what the seventh agreement was...

With whom was this seventh agreement made?

Upon entering the Abyss of Layered Rocks, Qingnuoyan had already encountered many people.

Was it made with Xiao, or with that soldier named 'Boyang', or... with the Gan Yu standing before us?

Qingnuoyan didn't know.

He subconsciously gripped the salt ruler in his pocket. The ruler, made of snow-white salt grains, felt soft to the touch and had a faint, refreshing coolness that seeped into his skin, giving him a sense of peace.

There's always a strange, unsettling feeling about Qingnuoyan.

The enormous mine shaft before him... truly was the entrance to an abyss, concealing the most hidden secrets. If he were to take another step forward, he would be swallowed by the endless abyss.

What lies beneath the abyss...?

He made a promise.

The person who made the invitation may be quietly waiting for him in the depths of the abyss.

"Idiot Qingnuoyan."

Miss Ying seemed to sense Qing Nuoyan's unease. She gently took his hand and whispered in his ear, "I will protect you."

Qing Nuoyan turned his head to look at Miss Ying, who gave him a simple, honest smile.

"Do you remember what I said... I would rescue you from either a dragon's den or a tiger's lair?"

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P.S.: Whew, an update! This chapter has more words than yesterday, so it's not a minor one!

Chapter 100: Life is but a fleeting moment, what does it matter! (Three-in-One)

What lies deep within the earth's ley lines?

The answer is the souls trapped deep within the lava, forever unable to transcend and be liberated; the twisted souls unable to cross the border between life and death, transforming into lingering resentment and vengeful spirits... forming the filth.

Among them, the souls that died in the war, especially those left behind in a war between demons and gods and a war between immortals and gods, are the most numerous, and they have deeply seeped into the soil of Liyue.

In other words, the most abundant creatures deep within the earth's veins are... soldiers.

It is the Qianyan Army.

They were soldiers under Fushe's command.

It is Liyue's deepest and saddest pain.

[Remaining lifespan: four hours]

"call..."

Fu She slowly exhaled, his head lowered, a faint smile spreading across his lips. "Phew...long time no see."

So this is ah.

This life is truly laughable...

He was covered in blood, and his wounds were so deep that the bone was visible. He used his long sword to support himself, took a breath, and then raised his head. The north wind blew his thin clothes, and the strips of cloth trailed long silhouettes, just like a dark gray cloak.

"Hello," he said.

A vast army.

Before Fushe stood a vast army.

Even before the Floating Abode, there are demons and monsters.

Too many people died in the two wars.

Countless soldiers surrounded the floating shelter, piling up in thick, overlapping shadows, forming one human mountain after another.

Broken armor cast the heaviest shadows, and broken banners fell to the ground amidst the smoke of gunpowder. The characters on them, such as "Tengshe" or "Qianyan," were yellowed and covered in dust. Most of the swords were broken, and the broken edges were engraved with the deepest pain.

The sacred cherry tree can purify souls, but there is no sacred cherry tree here—they could have become heroic spirits, but they are corrupted by karma. They cry and scream in agony, wanting to tear apart all living things in front of them.

They were unconscious, their eyes clouded by filthy hatred, cursed by the corrupt ley lines of the earth, forever bound to the abyss, never to see the light of day, never to be freed. Forever on that battlefield, they fought and died endlessly.

"sorry."

Fushe looked at them, his head bowed, and took out an arrow that was deeply embedded in his flesh. His body trembled, and he clenched his fist. Whether it was an illusion or not, the man's shoulders trembled slightly.

"sorry."

Fushe said softly, carefully observing the face of each soldier.

He was apologizing, his head bowed, and he was apologizing sincerely:

"I'm sorry, I'm an incompetent marshal... I didn't hear your voices, I'm sorry."

He bowed deeply to those karmic obstacles and to those soldiers, bending his back, which he had never bent before.

But the soldiers who were working to clear the obstacles could no longer hear the sound of the floating shelter.

Tens of thousands of arrows densely covered the field of vision. The dark gray arrow fletchings were strung together, forming a thick fog that swept towards Fushe. Fushe did not move, and the arrows scattered into dust before they could even touch him.

【Floating Abode, are you satisfied with this life?】

The Human Principles System asked.

It seems that the system asks this question every time someone is nearing death.

"I have suffered greatly in this life."

He said softly, “Because I will draw my sword against my comrades. To die in battle against the enemy is a man’s honor and happiness, but my last battle... is against my friends, and that is not honor.”

Dying on the battlefield is a stroke of luck, but luck doesn't seem to have been on Fushe's side.

You could have given up, then you wouldn't be so sad.

"But I won't leave. I won't give up."

Fushe slowly raised his head, looking at the faces of each soldier, straightening his spine. "They were all wonderful, wonderful lads...every single one of them was wonderful, they didn't deserve this ending."

He dragged his long sword, its worn blade striking the rocks and sending up scattered sparks. In the flickering firelight, the cold blade reflected his crazed yet calm face. A mask of laughter crackled at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes held a sorrowful...and resigned expression.

"I am Marshal Tengshe. I am their marshal," he declared resolutely. "I brought these fine young men to the battlefield, and it is I who should lead them out."

"This is the final meaning of my life."

439,531 people.

These are the numbers of the Thousand Iwa Army killed in the two wars.