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

The karmic obstacle stared intently at Qingnuoyan, extending an invitation to him. Its ever-changing eyes held a karmic fire capable of igniting the entire world. "Morax won't work, human reason won't work, and neither will the principles of Heaven!"

Qing Nuoyan was submerged by the deep black ocean. He was slowly sinking. In the last moment before his consciousness faded and his eyes closed, Qing Nuoyan gently shook his head.

"No."

"Why?" Ye Zhang asked, somewhat surprised.

“It’s…” Qing Nuoyan said, head bowed, “It’s dusk. It must be dusk outside.”

"and then?"

"I promised—I promised."

"I need to go home for dinner before dusk. I finally have a home... I'm going home."

"I'll discuss reincarnation with you again!" Karmic Obstacles roared.

Even his own karmic obstacles couldn't understand Qing Nuoyan's logic. He was talking to him about endless reincarnation and conquering the world, but Qing Nuoyan was acting like a child, saying that his mom was calling him home for dinner and that he would play with Erwa tomorrow. It made what Qing Nuoyan had just said sound like a childish, immature statement.

But that guy was so serious, more serious than ever before... It was as if 'going home for dinner' was the most important thing in the world.

No one can stop him from going home for dinner. If anyone blocks his way, he will fight them to the death. Life is fleeting, and he is willing to give up everything.

He had given up everything in his past life, and in this life, all he had left was a small bamboo hut to return to. He polluted Liyue, demolished the wooden hut, and killed the people inside. What was the point of giving up everything?

Qingnuoyan broke free from the abyss, and he saw the karmic obstacles above the mountains again, with a blood-red twilight covering this spiritual world.

As the fiery clouds spread out, he saw the magnificent sun crown, and the golden sunlight shone on Qingnuoyan.

At the end of the corona, Qing Nuoyan lowered his body slightly, slowly exhaled, and a misty aura poured out from between his teeth. He pressed down on the scabbard of Shenqie, and his eyes shone with unparalleled brilliance!

He drew divine power, thunder, wind, and rock from the karmic obstacles. The thunder and wind struck the rock, echoing with layers of booming sounds that threatened to shatter the world itself.

"Fuck you!"

He pulled out his knife and plunged it into himself, into his own heart!

And so the world before him slowly crumbled.

I finally had a home after a long time.

I am going home.

The sky shattered into fragments, each fragment reflecting a sunset. The mountains cracked inch by inch, and Karma calmly watched over him as his figure vanished along with the world.

Looking against the sun's rays, Qing Nuoyan saw a rock spear, and he knew that the shattering of this world meant the shattering of his own heart.

The rock spear flew out like an arrow, leaving heavy afterimages on the horizon. The snow-white rain curtain was torn open by the rock spear, and it slammed straight into Qing Nuoyan's chest. At this moment, the world fell silent.

Behind him, layer upon layer of rocky cliffs were swept by the residual force of the rock spear, creating rings of large holes. The belatedly felt wind pressure tore at the land in the path of the rock spear, cracking open deep abysses.

Qing Nuoyan's eyes emptied, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he could no longer feel the pain in his chest. He only felt that his whole body was empty, a vast and empty world.

The rock spear slowly dissipated, scattering into fine particles of light. Each particle of dust reflected a bright light, and Qingnuo Rock was enveloped in that radiance. He raised his eyes and stared straight at the Rock King Emperor above the dome.

A dark golden light flowed across the gun barrel, and rock element extended along the slender handle, resembling a continuously growing golden branch. Blood flowed down the gun barrel, but evaporated before it even touched the ground.

The gun barrel was really long, running through the entire chest and protruding a long section from the back as well.

Qing Nuoyan lowered his eyes, then raised his head to look at Mr. Zhongli in the sky, a proud smile appearing on his face. He moved his lips slightly and said silently:

"You did it."

“I did it too,” he said proudly.

He slowly fell backward in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The heart was completely shattered.

Zhongli stared at him... The Rock King Emperor remained calm, as he always had been. He calmly threw the rock spear, calmly pierced his friend's heart, calmly lowered his eyes, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

This is everything that Gan Yu saw.

The heart is broken, but it's not just one heart that's broken.

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P.S.: Whew, the update is here!

Chapter 109 The Final Confession, But Her Name Was Not Found 2.5

This is the salt of the earth.

The hazy afternoon sun bathed the verdant plains, the grass swaying and stretching to the horizon. Amidst the gentle roar of the waves, fine grains of salt shimmered with a golden light.

The salt grains seemed endless, constantly gushing out and gathering.

Accumulated sand forms towers, outlining countless palaces, forming tiled eaves, corridors, and window frames scattered with golden light—the salt comes from an exquisitely crafted earthenware jar.

The earthenware jar is only half full of salt, but no matter how much you pour it, there will always be half left in the jar—this is one of the powers of Heuria, the salt goddess, and the vessel called the 'Salt Cup' contains an endless supply of salt grains.

"Humph~"

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded in the sunlight like flowing mercury. Lia's slender, delicate fingers gracefully held a salt cup, tilting it outwards. She wore a pure white summer dress and white sandals, humming an unknown tune, seemingly in a very good mood.

Lia was in a good mood, of course, because her project was about to be completed.

Before her stood the last building of the Salt of the Earth.

A hut.

Lia still remembers this little house. Two thousand four hundred years ago, Fushe brought the salt from the earth and built a small wooden house here. Over the long years, the house has long since decayed in the soil, but fortunately, Lia still remembers what the little house looked like.

Two thousand four hundred years later, she rebuilt that little house. From the eaves and window frames to the orientation of the room, everything is exactly the same as before.

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the pines and cypresses in the courtyard, scattering in patches. The little house was bathed in the afterglow, and looking at it, Liya always had the illusion that time had never changed.

The little house is still here, so the person is here too. That person always liked to move, but Kalia could always find him. So in the end, he finally gave up on moving, and this little house became his final place of residence.

No matter where he hides, Leah can always find him.

Thinking of this, Lia couldn't help but feel a little proud. She smiled smugly and put her hands on her hips.

In the end, that person gave up on moving. I remember it was raining heavily that day, so Lia came to visit that person's house.

She remembers every detail with perfect clarity.

On a misty summer night, the small wooden house was brightly lit by candlelight, casting a small hole in the darkness. Fushe was carefully preparing ingredients at the stove. The ingredients were not plentiful; there were only two small sardines. He rested his chin on his hand by the table, waiting quietly, and hummed a song softly to the patter of the rain.

That was the day they made that promise: to bring sardines and salt and have a good meal together the following summer.

But countless summers were buried in the salty sands of the earth, countless summers were buried in the abyss of towering cliffs, and they never got to see the 'next' summer.

Two thousand years later, they finally met again and had a meal of sardines, but Claire felt it wasn't quite perfect because they didn't eat them in the summer.

That wouldn't be complete, because sardines are most delicious in summer.

Speaking of summer, it's almost here this year.

Two more months, one more month?

As the earth gradually enters the dog days of summer, temperatures begin to rise, and the atmosphere of summer becomes increasingly intense.

Lia sat on the threshold of the cottage, resting her chin on her hand, gazing into the distance with a slightly absent-minded expression.

Looking out from the cottage, you can see the plains receding into the city's boundaries. Mountains surround this city called "Salt in the Earth," as well as its alleys and long streets. Among the rows of cottages, cherry blossoms bloom passionately and brilliantly, cluster after cluster, as if to ignite this summer and the entire city of Salt.

This is the city in Lia's memory—the salt of the earth in her memory.

It's hard to believe that just over ten days ago, this place was a wasteland with only abandoned buildings remaining.

Leah patiently and meticulously repaired the city, using salt to mend broken beams and collapsed bridges bit by bit. She painstakingly rebuilt the city, almost stubbornly persisting even though it was now deserted.

Because she loves this city.

Leah wanted to 'fix' everything, to pull everything that was twisted back into place. She wanted to go back to the past, back to that summer... She hadn't invited that guy to visit her city yet; she wanted to show him around.

He said he was a traveler, destined to leave... but if he could stay a little longer, that would be wonderful. If he could stay until summer, until the dappled shadows of the trees in summer, Liya would be content, so she could show him Yancheng in summer.

The city is all repaired now, when will you come back?

In early summer, the salted fish are salty; I await your slow return.

Whether Qingnuoyan would become her follower, and whether she would become his god... Liya didn't know.

She rested her chin on her hand, gazing absently at the small house, quietly waiting for the sunset to descend into dusk and the mountains to slowly be bathed in the afterglow.

She leaned against the pale blue doorframe, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep. In her dream, Lia suddenly saw raging flames filling the sky, overwhelming karmic obstacles darkening the heavens, and the dome of a vast abyss constantly collapsing...

Where am I...?

This is where?

Lia had never seen such a vast karmic mass before. Countless layers of filth seemed to be swallowing the world. She also saw the bottomless abyss, and on the edge of the abyss, she saw a fleeting figure.

"Heureia".

"Your followers are praying to you."

"From this day forward, I will never betray you."

"You are with me, and I am with you..."

Liya suddenly woke up, and all the karmic obstacles, the abyss, and even the boy disappeared.

She straightened up, blinking her bright golden eyes. Before her was the setting sun, its blood-red light covering the entire plain, the sky growing darker with each passing day.

"call..."

She gazed at the setting sun, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a pang of unease, as if her soul was slowly sinking with the sun.

She could clearly feel the passage of power, which, through the medium of salt cups and salt rulers, briefly... merged into the body of someone far away.

Liya slowly realized... something had happened to Qingnuoyan.

She didn't know what had happened to Qing Nuoyan or what had happened to her.

Qingnuoyan was in danger, so he prayed to himself, asking for the authority of the salt, and Liya naturally granted his prayer.

If this strength can help him out of his predicament, that would be wonderful.

But... after Lia lent out that [authority], she did not feel relaxed. On the contrary, her palpitations became more and more severe... It seemed that she had just done something wrong.

Perhaps this power won't get Qing Nuoyan out of his predicament; on the contrary, it will push that guy into a predicament.

But he made a promise, he made a promise in the contract, he said he would not break it, he said death is also a kind of betrayal, so he would keep the contract, he would not abandon the contract and die.