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

'I don't want to be killed by you.'

Two thousand four hundred years ago, Gan Yu heard Fu She's heartfelt words at this moment.

'I don't want to kill you either.'

Two thousand four hundred years later, Gan Yu's heart trembled. She wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything.

She could only helplessly and frantically watch all this unfold, just like she had once been on Mount Aozang, desperately and helplessly hiding in her senior brother's arms, watching the evil beast tear apart its body.

So weak, so incompetent, unable to do anything.

[Remaining lifespan: 3 minutes and 23 seconds]

Why... do you have to come again now?

You never listen to me. Last time I asked you to kill me, you didn't do it, but this time, you did.

Seriously... what a troublesome junior sister.

I'm almost there.

I'm just... just three minutes and twenty-three seconds away.

In those final three minutes and twenty-three seconds, he had enough time to reach the deepest part of the world and to seal himself away.

But now... it seems impossible.

He smiled helplessly, as if lamenting the impermanence of life. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his karma would prevent him from speaking.

Because of karmic obstacles, one senses the presence of living beings; because of karmic obstacles, one feels threatened.

Because Gan Yu's arrow was aimed at its heart, instinctively, dark and twisted emotions overflowed, instinctively, Fu She was about to tear the girl in front of it apart!

A frenzied killing intent surged forth, his four twisted and ferocious arms were raised high, his dark gray fingernails still bearing congealed blood, and Fu She's lips curled into an absurd smile, his eyes completely stained with chaotic darkness, his face becoming incredibly young, and his long hair cascading in the air.

Governing the world.

At this point, the karmic obstacles had reached the peak of the demon god level.

In a mere instant, he could easily tear open Gan Yu's chest and taste her blood.

The cold raindrops pounded against the world above the abyss, and the cold lightning, like silver snakes, ignited one dead fire after another. Mad flames rose in the eyes of the karmic obstacle, and malice boiled and overflowed. He held the long sword upside down, and his eyes ignited a raging karmic fire.

But in the next second, the flames stopped, only for a moment.

He was stunned.

[Remaining lifespan: 3 minutes and 20 seconds]

[Remaining lifespan: 1 minute 11 seconds]

[Remaining lifespan: 30 seconds]

That last wisp of candle, burning eternally and never willing to go out, symbolizing the final moments of Fushe's life, chose to burn itself out. He willingly gave up his last life; he killed his soul. The candle died out, but the last burst of light seemed to set the world ablaze.

He was shortening his own life, the little life he had left.

Compress the last three minutes and twenty-three seconds, leaving only three minutes.

[Remaining lifespan: The instant the candle goes out]

This time, he triumphed over karmic obstacles once again. Just like last time, he won again.

However, unlike last time, this time Gan Yu did not hesitate.

In a mere instant, in a fleeting moment, Ye Zhang seemed to lose focus and reveal a flaw—and Gan Yu seized that instant, that fleeting moment, and the icy arrow shot out with the coldest light, heading straight for Ye Zhang's heart.

In Fushe's eyes, in everyone's eyes two thousand four hundred years later, in Xiao's eyes, in the Emperor's eyes... in all eyes, that cold arrow pierced through the last spark of fire.

The candle went out.

The karmic obstacles have temporarily subsided.

But only... Fushe died.

The arrow pierced Fushe's heart, tearing open the heart engraved with his name. Blood dripped onto the ground from the arrow's fletching. Fushe swayed, slowly lowered his head, and the world before him began to invert, falling helplessly backward.

Gan Yu released her grip, the bow and arrow slipping from her hand. She stared intently at the fallen Fu She, her senior brother whose heart she had just pierced. Her whole body trembled, her pale blue eyes involuntarily widening. She took a step back and whispered, "No..."

She felt an emotional void.

Fushe's eyes slowly darkened, like the dissipating sunset. As night fell, he quietly gazed at Ganyu, his lips moving slightly as if he were smiling. He strained to raise his head—because he didn't want to die with his head bowed.

He was a man who was proud his whole life.

He looked up and smiled, but his voice was so low that no one could hear what he said at the end.

I did nothing wrong.

Her body swayed, her empty eyes staring blankly at Fu She's body. A voice was growing in her heart, echoing incessantly: You did not do anything wrong, you did not do anything wrong, you did not do anything wrong.

She chose to believe the voice's words.

She can only avoid breaking down if she believes.

She dared not look into Fushe's eyes again, those empty and hateful eyes—that was the emotion those eyes conveyed in her eyes.

She was unwilling to listen to him anymore; she was afraid and terrified, afraid that what she would hear in the end was a vicious curse.

The pale blue color in her eyes slowly faded, and a deep, gilded luster gradually seeped into her pupils. She murmured softly, "I did nothing wrong."

That person was a sinful immortal.

She did nothing wrong.

She no longer looked at Fushe's corpse, nor did she want to. She turned around, her eyes devoid of any expression. She picked up the arrows from the ground and walked towards the upper level of the Layered Rock Abyss.

Raindrops pounded against the rocks in the deep darkness.

She didn't look back even once.

Deep within this vast earth vein, in this vast world, only Fushe remained. He could no longer support his proud head; he hung his head alone, his lips moving slightly, but he could no longer utter a word.

But the voice of his soul was recorded by this land and continues to resonate for 2,400 years.

Two thousand four hundred years later, Gan Yu finally heard Fu She's last words clearly—

"You did nothing wrong."

His gaze slowly faded.

"Please don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry you killed me, please don't be sad."

"sorry."

"From now on, Liyue is counting on you..."

It's not hatred, not a curse, not a complaint, but a word of comfort, a blessing.

You did nothing wrong.

what.

Ha ha.

It turned out to be the case.

Gan Yu swayed, finally understanding that everything was connected; that voice was supposed to be a blessing... that voice was supposed to be a blessing!

That should have been... the purest and most sincere blessing and comfort, a blessing from a dying person.

For two thousand four hundred years, it has been the voice that has sustained me, the voice I have relied on, the voice I have trusted—

Her salvation came from her own senior brother.

The voice that sustained her, the voice that kept her from collapsing, the voice that always protected her, came from her senior brother—from the very person she hated.

But she, she... turned that blessing into the deepest karmic burden. She didn't hear his blessing; she chose to run away... she didn't hear his final thoughts.

She didn't hear it; she even stubbornly believed that Fushe hated her when he died.

So she was constantly distorted, and she distorted it again and again, constantly hating and hating and hating in her escape.

The inner demons began to fester and grow within her. This karmic burden did not originate from anyone else, but from herself; it was born within her own heart.

She distorted the blessing and took it as fact, or rather, she didn't hear the blessing at all; she subconsciously chose to ignore it. She truly believed she hadn't done anything wrong, and she continued to run away from it.

If she... if she had listened carefully to her senior brother's last words, if she had listened attentively to his inner thoughts, then... would the ending have been different?

Gan Yu didn't know.

'sorry.'

Fushe apologized at the end, but why did he apologize...?

He lowered his head, leaning against the cold rock wall. He seemed to be smiling, a sad and helpless smile. His eyes were devoid of any light. His heart stopped beating, and he died alone in the deepest part of the world.

The old cat finally died in his hometown.

He died deep within the earth's veins, in the place closest to the heart of the earth...

He died on the land he loved.

Gan Yu lowered her body, her shoulders trembling slightly. She wanted to hug Fu She one last time, to hug that person, but she couldn't touch him. Her fingertips passed right through his body.

—Separated by 2,400 years, she could no longer embrace him.

This is what time is all about. Even the hardest rock will eventually crumble and decay over the years, and vows carved in stone will become blurred.

A rock cannot hold back time, just as a person cannot chase the lightning that streaks across the sky, nor can they capture the first breath of spring. She can never embrace that rock either.

Because that stone, along with the heart engraved with that name, shattered two thousand four hundred years ago.

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P.S.: Hoo hoo, hoo hoo!

Chapter 103 It's All My Fault

Fushe leaned against the stone wall, his head bowed, his gaze completely unfocused, and his heart stopped beating. The Taiwei Yipan lay at his feet.

He originally intended to go to the deepest part of the layered rock abyss and seal himself and his karmic burdens together with the Taiwei Instrument.

Clearly, he failed.