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

Meanwhile, upon learning that the monster might still exist, the woman's disgust for Kiyono Raimei intensified, and she let the filth go for her own selfish reasons. For filth to survive in the world... it's utterly absurd.

So what if no one was hurt?

Anything filth should be burned to ashes, and the ashes left behind will become the soil for the birth of a new world. This is the only value of filth.

Similarly, being captured and dissected to make a small contribution to the experiments of the Evil Eye is the current meaning of 'Torachiyo'.

Her dark purple eyes looked down at Tiger Chiyo on the scorched earth.

She wore a red, trailing dress, and raised her fair hand. The fire butterflies that surrounded her fluttered out, sweeping across the field and carrying with them a raging fire, instantly attacking Torachiyo.

Torachiyo lowered her body, raising her scarlet blade high.

His golden eyes flashed with naked killing intent and bestiality. His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, heading straight towards the sea of ​​fire. His crimson blade sliced ​​through the complex and beautiful swarm of butterflies, shattering one after another in half between the blades.

Each time a fire butterfly was shattered, it triggered an explosion, with countless explosions blooming in the night sky, like a fireworks festival held out of nowhere.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment the woman suddenly launched her attack on Torachiyo and her companion to the moment Torachiyo drew her sword to retaliate, only a few seconds had passed.

Torachiyo had already crossed the sea of ​​fire. Gritting her teeth, her once beautiful twelve-layered kimono was shattered by the repeated explosions, revealing her scorched skin. Her entire body was engulfed in flames, and she raised her crimson sword high—

She had already reached the woman, and the crimson blade touched the woman's neck.

“Ugly beast,” the woman whispered, “why live in this world?”

A beast is a beast, a creature that women find even more repulsive than a mortal.

Even with unparalleled superhuman strength and a body capable of withstanding the fire butterfly, a beast is still just a beast. It lacks rationality and cannot think. When a beast loses its mind, it will only savagely tear and bite.

The crimson blade pierced through the woman's neck and straight through her body, but there was no sense of it striking anything solid; what was shattered was merely a shadow made of flames.

The fluttering fireflies gathered behind Torachiyo, and a fair hand emerged from among them, placing it on Torachiyo's back.

"Kiyono," the woman said with a hint of sarcasm, "does Kiyono Raiming really protect such useless filth as you?"

"What a disgusting old man."

"No." Torachiyo lowered her eyes, fire butterflies crashing into her body one after another, turning into streams of fire and leaving scorched marks on her fair skin. She gritted her teeth, "No, you're not allowed to say it."

Somewhat surprisingly, despite her utter loss of control, a flicker of clarity returned to her crazed eyes when the woman mentioned that name. Though she had clearly forgotten how to speak, she managed to murmur almost incoherently:

"No."

“I almost forgot,” the woman said calmly. “In the Fools’ investigation of Kiyono Raimei, his rapid aging in the last hundred years... seems to be due to an old injury he suffered... So, which injury was it?”

Torachiyo was stunned.

She saw those memories again, those words that had been erased by filth.

"I am fine."

Don't worry about it—you're perfectly fine.

lie.

"You won again."

She has never won.

“Friend, you won this match, you won again, you really keep winning. You will always be my most respected opponent.”

She can't keep winning.

Because the only person willing to lose to her is no longer here.

"Go keep that old man company." The woman slammed Torachiyo straight to the ground. "You'll only ruin everyone else's lives."

During the fall from a great height,

Above her were fiery butterflies fluttering out towering clouds of fire; below her was a gray and desolate earth. She fell between the fiery clouds and the earth, pale and indifferent clouds sweeping past her, and she felt herself falling.

Both physically and mentally, I am constantly falling into the abyss.

It looks like a maple leaf, a maple leaf that has fallen onto a branch.

She saw one illusion after another.

She recalled that rainy night, the raindrops splashing and the dying woman lying alone on the cliff, her eyes closing weakly. In the last moments before her consciousness faded, she saw that figure and heard those last words.

"You are not a monster."

"Whether in the past, present, or future."

The man extended his hand to him.

She struggled to reach upwards and grasped that hand, and the noisy, frenzied hallucinations slowly vanished.

"Nuoyou."

"Qing Nuoyan said softly."

With those two tightly clasped hands as a link, the overflowing filth flowed down their arms and into Qing Nuoyan's body.

During the brief moment of clarity, Mikoto Chiyo stared blankly at the boy's face, which was exactly the same as that figure!

“I have removed the filth that overflowed from you,” Qing Nuoyan explained. “You will no longer ‘fall.’”

"Thank you for saving me just now."

Those azure eyes reflected the image of Mikoto Chiyo, her pale white hair billowing in the air with the falling wind pressure, and faint black lines could be seen beneath the boy's skin.

He looked like he was in pain, but he was smiling.

"It took a while to get the salt god to possess me," he said, uttering nonsensical words. "Leave the rest to me."

Qingnuoyan became increasingly disrespectful to Liya.

For other believers, it would be a great miracle of divine blessing, but for Qingnuoyan, it became a shamanistic ritual of invoking a deity.

"Mr. Sardine, you have no manners whatsoever."

The pure white-clad girl gently touched Qing Nuoyan's cheek, her bright golden eyes meeting Qing Nuoyan's.

“That executive officer wasn’t hunting my followers,” she said coldly. “Why should I save another woman?”

"But the great Saint Liya still made her move."

"Don't forget your promise." Lia snorted. "It's settled then, I'll only help her a little."

This was Heureia's last sentence.

Pure white salt grains scattered in the air, enveloping Qingnuoyan's body and slowly seeping into his skin. His dark blue pupils gradually faded, turning into a sacred, snow-white color.

【Qingnuo Rock】

【lv.79】

A sea of ​​fire, composed of fire butterflies, swept down from the sky. Qing Nuoyan drew his Divine Blade, the weapon once bathed in divine blood, which roared like thunder. The cold light of the blade reflected on Qing Nuoyan's face.

"Dance!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Chiyo, didn't you say you wanted to 'dance'? Well then, you'd better watch closely!"

The divine strike was accompanied by a terrifying and overwhelming thunder. As he swung his sword, a long and dazzling bolt of lightning swept through the gaps in the clouds and flashed among the fire butterflies. The lightning collided with the sea of ​​fire, bursting out a flash that ignited the entire sky.

The lightning was also reflected in Torachiyo's eyes, so beautiful.

The woman frowned slightly.

I had assumed that the mortal warrior was just an ordinary person like anyone else.

Throughout the entire encounter, the woman never looked at this mortal man, not even once.

Her only goal was to hunt down the tiger Chiyo.

It is disgusting to try to protect a filthy mortal, especially since he is so weak that he will only be ashes of the old world.

She had heard of the Bushido of Inazuma and the chivalry of Mondstadt, which shared a similar spirit of noble courage and sacrifice. But what she had seen during her trip to Inazuma convinced her that the samurai of Inazuma and the knights of Mondstadt were two of a kind.

Hypocritical and ugly.

But to the woman's surprise, this ugly mortal had actually received the favor of the gods.

She could sense the authority emanating from Qing Nuoyan, an authority unique to the gods—the reason the lady understood this so well was because her own power also originated from the blessing of the [Empress].

That's why she loathed it even more.

To bless filthy mortals who shelter them...that is an insult.

This only shows that the god who blessed this warrior was equally ugly.

She felt the heartbeat of that translucent heart, and she could feel the heartbeat of the wolf cub resonating with it—the woman believed she understood that heartbeat.

Let you all witness... the glory of a pure white world.

The sky was frozen, layer upon layer of clouds were frozen, and although there was a sea of ​​fire below, the sky was icy cold.

Qingnuoyan shattered the fire butterflies and rose against the tide of fire.

His empty chest suddenly resonated, the echo reverberating through his bones like thunder striking thick clouds, seemingly pulsating.

He could feel his body starting to move again.

On that stairway to godhood, take the second step firmly and firmly.

【Qingnuo Rock】

[lv79]

But this time, it wasn't just character levels that appeared; there were other characters as well.

[Second Stage of Ascension to Godhood]

Kiyono Raimei's life is etched in Kamikiri.

Kamikiri conveyed Kiyono Raimei's swordsmanship, that swordsmanship that once illuminated the entire Inazuma... a single, unmoving strike lasting 0.3 seconds.

He has been studying, but his efficiency is very low.

But today, thanks to the blessing of the Salt God, his body has reached the edge of becoming a demon god, and while dancing with Mikoto Chiyo, Kiyono Iwa has entered a state of near enlightenment.

The ice bed shattered layer by layer with crackling sounds. Lightning broke through the ice, and Qing Nuoyan appeared before the woman. The distance between them had never been so great. Qing Nuoyan could clearly see the woman's pupils. His divine slash, crackling with lightning, swept across the room—

But it stopped.

“Ice…” Qing Nuoyan heard Liya’s voice, “So it’s the Ice Queen.”

The Queen's blessing has descended once again.