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

He is dead, and all the functions of his body have ceased, but his karma has not died; it is only in a temporary dormancy. It is still hidden in the body of the floating dwelling, but with the collapse of this body, it can no longer bind it.

After a few moments, they will break free and spread throughout the land of Liyue.

Gan Yu couldn't embrace that body. She lowered herself and reached out, but her slender fingertips couldn't touch the latter's gradually cooling skin.

She felt her heart gradually growing cold, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a word.

"Don't do this." Suddenly, Qing Nuoyan's voice rang in her ears. "This isn't your fault."

This is not your fault.

Gan Yu slightly raised her eyes, her bright golden eyes reflecting Qing Nuoyan's profile. The young man also squatted down, gazing intently at Fu She's corpse. He said thoughtfully:

"Although I don't quite understand... the person Fushe has wronged the most in his life is none other than Gan Yu. He died with shame and regret. So you don't need to feel guilty."

Qingnuoyan said earnestly.

"This guy never blamed you until he died; on the contrary, he only felt guilty towards you."

"What...?" Gan Yu subconsciously clenched her clothes.

"The person he wronged the most was you... because you killed him."

Qing Nuoyan's pale blue eyes were as clear as lake water, reflecting Gan Yu's face: "He wanted to protect you... he wanted to protect everyone, but in the end he hurt you, so you don't need to blame yourself, and you shouldn't feel guilty."

"Although I don't know this guy, I can still make some guesses."

Qing Nuoyan paused, and after a long while, he said:

"He knew that letting any one of you kill him would leave him with the deepest pain for the rest of his life, and he tried his best to minimize that pain, but he failed."

Fushe was destined to be killed, but whether he asked the Emperor to intervene or chose to seal himself in the Abyss of Layered Rocks, Fushe was trying his best to avoid being killed by his loved ones, because he knew that this would bring suffering to the killer for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to hurt them.

But fate is cruel. The loss of control of the Ruotuo Dragon King, the sudden collapse of the earth's veins, the rampant outpouring of karmic filth, and the failure of the plan all led to the ending that Fushe least wanted to see—being killed by his closest relatives.

He died with guilt towards Gan Yu, which is why Fushe said those words on his deathbed: 'This is not your fault.'

Floating house... myself,

What a bastard.

This is not your fault... This is not your fault.

...and it's that kind of talk again.

Gan Yu lowered her head, her bright golden eyes dark and gloomy. When she raised her head, she stared intently at the boy in front of her, gritting her teeth, "...You don't understand. You don't understand him either."

This boy simply couldn't understand.

He was just offering meaningless words of comfort from an outsider's perspective. He clearly knew nothing, yet he acted as if he knew everything. "You did nothing wrong, you did nothing wrong..." Gan Yu had heard enough of these kinds of words.

"...I killed him." Gan Yu's nails slowly dug into her flesh, her tone cold and harsh due to the surge of emotion: "...I killed him."

“You don’t understand…” she said softly.

Qing Nuoyan stared at Gan Yu for a long while, then gave a helpless, bitter smile:

“I don’t really understand Fushe. I only understand myself. If I were in the same situation, Ganyu, I wouldn’t blame you. I would only feel sad and guilty.”

He said earnestly, a hint of something flickering in his azure eyes: "I will say to you: 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I hurt you, please let me atone for my sins.'"

Qing Nuoyan's words were quite inexplicable, and Gan Yu couldn't understand them now, but perhaps she would understand them later.

The boy seemed genuinely sad. He slumped against the rock wall, his long hair falling to the ground. He stared at Fushe's dead face, lost in thought.

Mr. Zhongli gazed at the two of them and sighed helplessly.

There are always many helpless things in this world, and it is rare to find a way to have it all. Even a powerful demon god is no exception.

"My lords," Zhongli said softly, "it is not over yet. What follows is the end."

It's not over yet, yes, it's not over.

Although Fushe died, his karmic obstacles were not sealed away.

“Gan Yu,” Zhong Li said, seemingly trying to comfort him, though he knew that this so-called comfort was just that: “You don’t need to be so sad. Fu She is dead, but the journey of this soul is not over.”

What... Gan Yu and Xiao both looked at the Emperor at the same time, their pupils contracting.

"It's not... over?"

Although Gan Yu did not know what the Emperor meant by those words, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart. Sometimes, hope is the best antidote, and at the same time, the best poison.

So this is ah.

Qing Nuoyan had a vague suspicion in his heart.

It seems that the question of who ultimately sealed away the karmic obstacles and who activated the Taiwei Instrument Disc is about to be answered.

"What kind of person is 【Fu She】?"

A boy's voice suddenly came from behind her. Gan Yu turned around in surprise and found that the one who spoke was a boy with long flaxen hair.

Fushe is dead; he is a brand new being.

He wore a thin robe, his skin was as translucent as snow, and his face was pale and sickly. His long hair trailed down to his bare feet. His bluish-green eyes reflected the corpse of Fushe, and he seemed to be talking to himself:

"...He's definitely a jerk."

“Why…did I have to clean up the mess?” he said softly. “Really.”

This is not a mission, and Liyue is not the meaning of your life. Whether you do it or not is entirely up to you.

You are not responsible for this matter.

Fushe is dead; all memories of the past have been erased. He is a new person now.

“But many people will die,” the boy said softly. “Although I have never met those people, nor have I ever been to Liyue, they have nothing to do with me.”

He smiled helplessly: "But I still don't want anyone to die."

You are not responsible for this.

"The significance of my past self will naturally be inherited by me in the future."

"Let's go."

The boy carried Fushe's body on his back. He slowly exhaled, then coughed up blood. He took his steps, taking over from Fushe, and began the final leg of his journey.

The dead body could no longer restrain the karmic burdens, and the restless, gloomy energy began to dissipate. The one closest to the karmic burdens was the boy carrying the floating house. His steps became increasingly slow, he gritted his teeth, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

This short journey was incredibly arduous for him.

Gan Yu stared blankly at the boy's retreating figure. She seemed to understand something, and subconsciously looked at Mr. Zhongli, a faint hope rising in her eyes. She tentatively asked, "...What is this?"

“He is both [Fushe] and not [Fushe]. Fushe is dead; this is his next life.” Mr. Zhongli shook his head again.

It is both a floating dwelling and not a floating dwelling.

Floating house...

"Where is that boy?"

Gan Yu stared into Zhong Li's pupils, an unprecedented hope rising in her eyes, as if she had grasped at the last straw while drowning. She wanted to atone for her sins, to make up for her past regrets, and she desperately wanted to know about that boy.

Last hope.

“That young man,” Zhongli said softly, lowering his eyes.

"He's already dead."

Gan Yu was stunned, her mind suddenly blank. She could only murmur, "...Huh?"

Hey.

Hey.

She stared blankly at the receding figure of the boy, watching the floating house disappear into the distance. She knew she could never catch up with him.

There is a saying in the mortal world: "The child wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there." The first time, she missed Fushe, and because she realized it too late, by the time she understood, that person had already died, and she missed him again.

“The lifespan of mortals is limited,” Zhongli said in a low voice.

"Then...how is he doing?" Gan Yu's voice was a little hoarse as she asked Zhong Li with a final struggle, "He must have...lived for a very long time, right? Was he six hundred years old?"

Zhongli stared at Gan Yu but did not speak.

"Four hundred years old?" Gan Yu asked again. "Three hundred years old...did he live past three hundred years old?"

...

"Gan Yu." Zhong Li paused, seemingly hesitant, but after a long while, he finally made up his mind and decided to no longer hide it.

"For most ordinary people, living to be a hundred years old is already a blessing. For Fushe to live to be six hundred is simply good fortune."

"...What exactly is he...Your Majesty, please tell me," Gan Yu seemed to realize something, and murmured almost, "How long has he lived?"

"Not even a hundred years old? Not even a hundred years old?"

Gan Yu stared straight at Zhong Li and said stubbornly, "Your Majesty, I have made up my mind. You have kept this from me for two thousand years. Please... this time you must tell me."

"Fifty years old? Thirty years old? Twenty years old...?"

Zhongli did not answer.

"Hey, hey, this isn't right." Gan Yu's eyes were somewhat blank and empty. She said directly, "Even ordinary mortals...wouldn't have such a short lifespan..."

Zhongli sighed softly, but said nothing more; silence was the only answer.

"...Is it because of karmic obstacles?"

Gan Yu looked again at the boy's trembling back. A small amount of karmic obstacles slowly overflowed and entangled the boy's fragile body, while dark filth slowly seeped into the latter's new skin.

The boy walked slowly forward, coughing painfully.

This is a journey that lasts only three minutes and twenty-one seconds, a journey that Fushe could never complete in his lifetime—so short, yet so difficult and painful.

Zhongli lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he slowly shook his head: "No, or rather... karmic erosion is only one of the reasons."

That is one of the reasons.

But that's also a reason.

“The erosion of karma...it must be very painful,” Gan Yu murmured.

Because of the erosion of karma, Fushe will suffer torment for all eternity and will never be able to obtain happiness.