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

Because the truth and the evidence beneath are beyond what Xiao and Gan Yu... especially Gan Yu, can bear.

His golden phoenix eyes reflected the firelight of the lava, as deep and dark as the sky when the sunset cascades over the mountains, profound and terrifying.

"You may already have the answer in your hearts. Then there's no need to go any further."

What lies below... is beyond your capacity to bear.

Mr. Zhongli's face was solemn. "I chose to show myself, both to protect the contract and because I personally do not want you to continue moving forward."

What...?

what?

Eh...

Gan Yu swayed slightly.

She had no other thoughts; her heart was empty, devoid of emotion, leaving only a blank, bewildered void.

Although she heard every word and phrase spoken by Mr. Zhongli and Emperor Yanwang, she couldn't understand the meaning of these words when they were strung together.

She pondered the Emperor's words, but the more she pondered them, the more bewildered she felt.

contract...?

What contract? What contract did the Rock King Emperor make... that is related to Fushe?

What truth is unbearable? Why not want her to continue down this path?

No, it can't be, it can't be, it can't be...

"Your Majesty."

Gan Yu gritted her teeth, her bright golden eyes fixed on Mr. Zhongli.

After a long pause, she slowly exhaled and regained her composure. "There is nothing I cannot bear. I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

She spoke calmly, her face expressionless, her eyes as clear as a pool on an autumn afternoon. But Qing Nuoyan noticed that the fairy lady's fingernails were deeply embedded in her flesh.

“I have never paid attention to these things, nor have I ever seen any ‘karma’.”

Concealing the vision in her mind was Gan Yu's second mistake.

"I'm prepared." Xiao gazed intently at Zhongli, his voice low and sincere. "Whatever the consequences, I will bear them."

"Your Majesty."

He slowly lowered his head. "Please let me be a witness."

...call.

Mr. Zhongli sighed softly. He seemed about to say something to refuse, but stopped, as if sensing something. He turned around, his eyes slightly furrowed, and said softly:

"It has already begun."

He shouldn't have hesitated; it was too late to stop it.

The last memories recorded in the earth's veins have begun to replay.

Unlike all previous historical projections, this projection was simultaneously recorded by the instrument and the earth's veins, and was completely accepted by this soil. Not only the sound, images, and touch were recorded.

It also includes emotions and thoughts, which are deeply engraved in the earth's veins and reappear along with the Taiwei Instrument Plate.

Before Gan Yu could even ask what had started, she was stunned as soon as she opened her thin lips, but before she could utter a sound.

because.

Because she heard [the sound].

The sounds of madness, pain, and struggle.

The voice, originating from the depths of the heart, was a jumble of chaotic whispers, illogical murmurs, and suppressed, hoarse screams. All the noise mingled together to form the most frenzied inner voice of that person.

"We can't go crazy yet."

Not yet!

Not yet!!!

"Save me, no, kill me, no, kill me!"

"who I am...?"

"Haha, who am I...?"

"Where am I going? Where am I going? Haha, I am, who am I?!"

"Not yet, not yet."

"He can't die yet."

"Not yet."

"I must go to...that place."

"I will not lose."

Those were Fu She's deepest thoughts, his inner monologue.

"I can't!"

In Gan Yu's trembling eyes, she saw the man staggering forward.

His four arms hung limply, his sharp nails tearing at his own flesh. His steps were unsteady and erratic, his eyes glazed and mad. He kept moving forward, constantly muttering who he was...

He was in great pain, an unparalleled pain.

Gan Yu had never seen such a pained and sorrowful face. She had only listened to his whispers for a few breaths as an observer, but she already felt uncomfortable.

Did that person endure these voices for six hundred years?

No... she won't admit it, and she's afraid to admit it.

What's most terrifying... is the aura emanating from Fushe's body; she has only ever seen such immense power from one person.

Morax, the Rock King.

If she was so powerful... then how did she manage to kill Fushe?

Gan Yu didn't know

The man kept moving forward, his body carrying the pain of the entire Liyue, heading towards the deepest part of the world. He kept falling and getting up again, gritting his teeth, blood seeping from between them.

He seemed to be clutching something in his hand.

...What is that?

Gan Yu recognized the thing.

That is... the Taiwei Instrument Plate, which uses the resonance between humans and immortals as a trigger to perform miracles.

What he was holding was the Taiweiyi Plate!

What does he want to do with the Taiwei instrument?

The answer seems quite obvious.

"I want to be exiled..."

A smile spread across his lips. His humanity was like the last wick in a solitary lamp; no matter how the flame burned, it refused to go out, refused to turn to ashes, maintaining that dim yet tenacious light, moving forward step by step.

I will banish you.

The Taiwei Instrument Panel is essentially an amplifier. It can distort parts of time and space, and the so-called historical projection is just a byproduct.

In the deepest part of the Abyss of Layered Rocks, there lies the most bizarre and magical region. He will use this region to distort time and space with the Taiwei Instrument, forming a seal from which there is no escape. Having devoured all the karmic obstacles, he intends to banish them along with himself.

Exiled to eternal time and endless space.

This is the contingency plan for the floating house.

That was the only plan left; the idea of ​​being killed was no longer feasible.

Because the karmic obstacles within him have swelled to a terrifying degree, even if he is killed now, the karmic obstacles will not dissipate and he will die; only he himself will die.

He is fighting.

He cannot die yet; he must get to that place.

All of Fu She's thoughts, including his plans, were also reflected in Gan Yu's ears. Her eyes trembled and became somewhat empty.

who I am...

“I am... Fushe.”

He began to forget again, slowly, he would forget everyone, all the names... Fushe didn't want this.

He didn't want to forget, didn't want to lose those beautiful memories; he had lost everything, and these were the only treasures he had left in his life.

I don't want to forget.

He made a promise with a little girl; he would take her home. He didn't want to forget Qiqi.

I don't want to forget that woman, I don't want to forget that bowl of jade, pearl, and white jade soup.

I don't want to forget Uncle Kitchen God, I don't want to forget those swaying summer days, I don't want to forget.

He doesn't want to forget the gathering on the first day of the Lunar New Year: Fa Nan, Jin Peng, Luo Juan, and Mi Nu. He doesn't want to forget them.

He didn't want to forget the taste of salt and sardines, and he had promised Morax to drink osmanthus wine next year; he didn't want to forget that either.

He didn't want to forget either.

You promised... You promised,

He had promised to accompany his junior sister to see next year's lantern festival.

He didn't want to forget; he didn't want to forget this promise.

This thought, these longings, these regrets, transformed into seven layers of covenant, deeply engraved into his soul.

At the same time, these words, these inner monologues, these pains, across two thousand four hundred years, resonate in the hearts of later generations, stirring up ripples of trembling emotion.

I am sorry.

I am a useless senior.

You finally saw... how ugly I am. I wanted to leave quietly, but I failed.