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

Chapter 143 "Rosalyn, what have you done now?"

The crimson maple leaves trembled in the autumn wind.

"You are the person I hate most in this world."

The woman paused, not knowing why, but upon hearing those words, a strange flutter rose in her heart, as if something was gently pricking her tender heart. She didn't know what it was, only that she felt a slight pain.

But she had no time to think it through, because Qing Nuoyan's next attack was already upon her.

His attacks were as frequent as lightning, striking and retreating in an instant, leaving only a flash of lightning in the clear sky.

The thunderbolt caught the woman in a moment of distraction.

"call."

The boy exhaled slowly, his breathing became steady, and his mind became clear.

Judging solely from their rank on paper, ten Qingnuoyans would be no match for the lady. Even without the Queen's blessing, her strength is close to that of a demon god.

But Qingnuoyan also possesses something that the lady lacks.

A sword from Fushe, and a heart full of thunder.

Inherited from the strongest Yaksha of Liyue, her swordsmanship, in terms of skill alone, has reached a divine level. The state of mind guided by the Divine Cut is an unmoving mind, a pure mind, "where there is no place to go yet faith arises," moving without intention yet acting according to circumstances. Its realm is close to the thoughtless state of mind of Narukami.

This body was born without any bottlenecks. Since the battle with Lady Yu, it has comprehended the principle of "unwavering mind" and has been progressing at a terrifying speed. With the guidance of the Great Tengu in the Pillar State's Mansion, Qing Nuoyan has gradually achieved a comprehensive understanding.

When this heart and the sword are combined, guided by the heart of God... the world slowly changes in Qingnuoyan's eyes.

In clear eyes, the castle tower is clearly visible. All things have lost their form, leaving only lines and dots. Those dots are the most vulnerable points. The divine cut lightly cuts on those dots, and the lines break one by one. The breaking of the lines leads to the collapse of the form.

In reality, this manifests as a hundred-meter-long ice field where the supporting nodes collapse suddenly, and cracks appear on the surface, triggering more fragmentation like dominoes.

In the blink of an eye, the ice fields turned into ice shards, the ice crystals shattering in the air, reflecting the autumn sunlight.

The woman had not expected that this mortal, though weak in aura, would be so troublesome. In addition, she had been slightly distracted just now, and Qing Nuoyan seized the opportunity. After shattering the ice field with a divine strike, he suddenly swept towards her cheek.

The woman instinctively turned to the side, but it was too late to dodge. The sharp blade of the sword grazed her fair cheek, drawing out drops of blood, and the lightning that accompanied it suddenly erupted.

The mask shattered.

The mask named 'Dai Sang' shattered into pieces, revealing the scorching patterns hidden beneath the mask, as well as slightly constricted eyes.

Qingnuoyan, having gained power, was unforgiving.

He only got this rare opportunity because of the latter's accidental oversight. If he had missed it, he would have had no chance to seriously injure the lady in a normal battle.

The blade spun again, drawing a smooth, bright arc in the air before turning back and striking the woman directly in the chest. Its speed was like a thunderbolt striking the woman's torso head-on, slicing her down from the sky.

The woman fell onto the long staircase of the attic, and the lightning followed, shattering the thousand-step staircase in the lightning. Stones flew into the air, and dust rose up, filling the view.

"call."

This attack mobilized all of Qing Nuoyan's strength; his tiger's mouth was already cracked, and his entire arm was faintly numb; the boy stared intently at the figure in the dust.

He saw blood.

There is no doubt that the woman was injured.

Crimson blood trickled down her lips and dripped onto the broken steps. The woman, now without her mask, lowered her eyes and head, seemingly protecting something in her arms.

Qing Nuoyan narrowed his eyes slightly... It was a broken water clock.

The wooden shell broke, and the sand on it was forced to stop flowing.

Because the glass container filled with sand has a hole, the sand can no longer be allowed to drip—otherwise, the sand would leak out of the hole, and the faster it flows, the more it leaks out, until not a single grain remains.

Despite the lady's protection, a few glints of light still managed to strike the hourglass.

That was just a glimmer of light.

But for a water clock that is already broken, that would be a great loss.

Click click.

The glass container made a cracking sound as the crack grew larger, and spiderweb-like fissures spread across the sand cup, causing sand to slowly leak out.

'For you'

"It takes it a week to complete its journey, which is equivalent to the time you spend studying at the College of the Church. Once it's completely finished, I'll be able to see you."

...

broken.

No.

The woman lowered her eyes, her shoulders trembling slightly. She couldn't stop the sand from spreading, just as she couldn't stop time.

She held the water clock, biting her thin lips with her silver teeth.

The lady stood the hourglass upright and turned the gears, and the sand began to flow down—for the past five hundred years, the lady had not turned on the hourglass, because the further it fell, the more sand would leak out, until it was all gone.

She never repaired the broken hourglass; she needed to freeze time and bury her own heart.

But now, there's no need to do that anymore.

Even if it's not turned on, the sand will still leak out.

Grain by grain of sand fell, and the time that had stood still for five hundred years began to fall from that moment on.

She had been in the Order of the Church for three years, and the sand had been leaking for three years. There were only three days left before she could complete a whole week.

Three short days, but a period of time that can never be reached.

out of control.

The woman raised her eyes. Without the mask, the cursed witch's eyes were lifeless and cold. She stared blankly at Qing Nuoyan, and said almost maniacally:

"I'm going to burn you."

"Burn the fireflies, burn the collapsed kingdom, burn all the firewood blocking our way."

kill.

kill.

Crimson fire butterflies began to flutter, their eerie flames swirling back, carrying with them the purest curses and malice. The woman, amidst those fire butterflies, spoke with an empty, indifferent voice.

"—Before the sands settle," she uttered, as if chewing on the ashes of the old world, chewing them relentlessly, "in these final three days, I will burn you all to ashes, and then,"

She felt the heart beating in her arms, "To be reunited with him in the pure white dawn!"

The fire butterflies fluttered upwards, engulfing the sea of ​​fire, and charged towards Qingnuo Rock!

God cut down one fire butterfly after another. The lightning and the flames collided, devoured, and annihilated each other. The moment each fire butterfly disappeared, lightning and firelight bloomed together in the leaden sky.

"call."

The high temperature scorched Qing Nuoyan's lungs and internal organs, while the cold air that had been buried in his internal organs began to rage. Qing Nuoyan exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling as if all the blood in his body was about to boil and evaporate.

Under such high temperatures, even the air is distorted.

The saying goes, "One force can overcome ten techniques." Under the crushing force of the purest elemental power, even the sword of Fushe and the heart of Leiming would find it difficult to resist.

He struggled to stay afloat amidst the flames.

call.

The woman lost control... her power poured out without restraint... Qing Nuoyan squinted.

I'm almost there.

Qingnuoyan could sense that the number of fire butterflies emerging was slowly decreasing.

From the beginning, he knew that it would be difficult to defeat the lady on his own.

His goal was simply to deplete the lady's health.

—The woman has now been severely injured; should we retreat immediately?

This thought swirled in Qing Nuoyan's mind.

The current state... can hold on for a while longer.

The longer Ying persists, the greater her chances of remaining undefeated.

They must achieve victory together and completely sever this entanglement that has lasted for three lifetimes.

He would not reveal his former identity, nor would he seek reconciliation, because once he confessed, the entangled fate would be impossible to sever, and there would be no peace.

He is Qing Nuoyan. He is not a continuation of anyone. If he owed anything in his first life, he paid it off with his life in his second life, named Qing Yefengyin. Now, he is named Qing Nuoyan, and he will no longer inherit anyone's debts and destiny!

In Qing Nuoyan's eyes, the lady was nothing more than an executor who treated human life as worthless. He would never condone the path she had chosen, and he wanted to sever that path—along with their past.

Within the unwavering heart, the trajectory of each fire butterfly is traceable, and in the face of an unprecedented crisis, the potential of the path to godhood is unleashed to its fullest extent.

Qing Nuoyan closed his eyes, and the flow of flames, the sound of flapping wings, and the movement of elements were all clearly displayed before him like a diagram.

What Qingnuoyan had to do was to use divine intervention to cut off the wings of the fire butterfly in the diagram, block the flow of elements, and sever the flow of flames.

The blade, once bathed in divine blood, clanged as the fire butterfly fell, thunder roared, and Qing Nuoyan was engulfed in flames, yet his eyes grew ever clearer.

Chiyo Mikoto is at her weakest now, with the remaining filth making its final struggle, bringing her close to losing control. The wounds left by the lady can heal, but they still burn her body. She shielded Kiyono Iwa from the ice field, but it also reopened her wounds.

At this moment, she raised her eyes, her bright golden eyes reflecting the young man's sword dance in the sky, her eyes slightly trembling.

She still retained a sliver of rationality and strength, her last line of defense. If Qing Nuoyan could no longer hold on and signaled to her, Hu Qiandai would use her last strength to escape with Qing Nuoyan.

However, Qing Nuoyan never signaled to her.

In this clash of elemental forces, Qingnuoyan was the first to run out of oil.

despite this.

Despite the difficulty in manipulating elemental power, Qingnuoyan did not retreat. Shenqie was as light as the wind, as if cutting down drop after drop of drizzle. Shenqie cut down those fire butterflies as light as the wind, as swift as thunder, and as steady as a rock.

Keep going...

Most of the fire butterflies were extinguished by the divine cut, but the lady remained undeterred. Her eyes were filled with hatred and disgust. She wanted to burn everything in front of her, burn the old firewood, and burn away all obstacles in her path to their reunion.

That heart is beating.

It's pulsating.

Rustam was watching her.