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

Watching their path.

She is right.

She wanted to prove, to prove to everyone, their path.

The hourglass has begun to fall; whether it completes its unfinished cycle or vanishes completely with the wind is up to her to decide!

The fire butterflies poured out, finally completely incinerating the lightning blade light, pressing all the way to Qing Nuoyan. The fire butterflies tore at Qing Nuoyan's skin and gnawed at his torso. In the next instant, Hu Qiandai lowered his body and slashed upwards against the sky with his last scarlet blade, briefly cutting off the sea of ​​fire.

The filth began to erode her soul again. Crimson sword light and Qingye's thunder danced together in the sky. Torachiyo and Kiyono Iwa faced each other in the sea of ​​fire. She smiled softly:

"So beautiful. A truly beautiful sword dance, Nuoyan. You kept your promise."

She can speak a sentence now.

Under the lady's gaze, the cat-like girl pressed her cheek close to Qing Nuoyan, their faces rubbing together. Her soft hands gently embraced the latter's body. Holding Qing Nuoyan, the demon girl used her last bit of strength to leap towards the top of the castle tower.

Mikoto Chiyo said softly, "I really envy you, Hikari."

-

The fight between Qingnuoyan and the lady seemed to last a long time, but in fact, it only lasted for about ten moments.

Although it lasted only a short time, Ying still noticed the unusual movement of Lord Tenshu.

After all, the restlessness of those elements was far too conspicuous.

Ying gazed at the faint rumble of thunder sweeping across the sky, and that familiar feeling gently touched her heart—it was God's touch...!

She quickly realized what was happening down the mountain.

idiot.

Is that guy... an idiot?

Damn it.

Damn it, damn it, damn it... Of course she understood Qing Nuoyan's purpose, of course she understood that Qing Nuoyan chose to weaken the lady in order to protect her, but even so, he was still a bastard!

On what grounds?

...It's you again who protects me.

That's outrageous! That's too much!

I want to... I want to do the same thing as you, even if it's just once...

She chose to duel with the lady in front of the king so as to avoid implicating this idiot.

She was terrified that, just like a year ago, that idiot would die at the lady's hands again, succumbing to his past fate, and that she would be powerless to do anything about it... She was deeply afraid.

After Mondstadt, she began to practice swordsmanship, abandoning her lazy traveler mentality. She also grew at an alarming rate. To call it growth... would be more accurate to say that she was gradually regaining her lost power. The speed at which the Son of Man progressed was no less than that of Qingnuoyan.

So that one day, I will no longer be powerless; so that one day, I will be able to do something, to be able to—

'revenge'

General Raiden stood expressionless atop the castle tower, seemingly unconcerned about the lightning flashes below, and whether anyone lived or died was none of her concern.

The thunder died down.

But Ying could not calm down. She walked out of the pavilion and down the mountain. Her pupils contracted slightly as she saw the figure of Miyuki Chiyo. The oni girl was actually Kiyono Iwa.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, his body covered in burn marks.

Behind them, chasing them... was the woman.

The heart was beating, and the sand cup was turning.

Although the Fire Butterfly was mostly destroyed and its almost inexhaustible flames were slowly dying out, the burning determination in the woman's eyes did not fade.

On the contrary, it will burn ever brighter, burning everyone to ashes, burning away all the chaos in this world, and burning herself, Rosalyn herself... to ashes!

burn.

burn!

Ying's eyes were empty and lifeless as she stared at the unconscious Qing Nuoyan. Her gaze stiffened as she turned to the woman, her voice as cold as if it had been pulled from an iceberg:

"Rosalind Cruzshika Loefat".

She said coldly and hollowly:

"What have you done now?"

-

P.S.: There's still one person who hasn't contacted Sigu yet! Hurry up!

Inazuma has officially entered the later stages of the story. There will be one last volume after that, and then the book will be finished.

Then it's time to recommend books to friends.

Chapter 134 "This Time, My Heart Isn't Protecting Her"

When Ying took Kiyono Iwa from Mikoto Chiyo's hands and gently embraced him, the boy blinked his azure eyes and forced a consoling smile.

His body was covered with large areas of burn marks. The blood in his wounds had evaporated, and the scabs that had formed fell off at the slightest touch, scattering like ashes in the air.

He was seriously injured, but he did not die this time.

Qingnuoyan's plan succeeded; he exhausted most of the lady's strength.

“You bastard,” she cursed. “I’m doomed to be stuck with you for the rest of my life.”

“I’m a bastard.” Qing Nuoyan stared at her and said haltingly, “But Ying is a bastard too… Ying… also challenged the lady to a duel behind my back, wanting to fight the lady alone… You’re a bastard too.”

"We can't leave Ying alone...we need to go together."

He paused, blinked, and said, "I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

Ying lowered her amber-gold eyes, gently pursed her lips, and said nothing more.

Qing Nuoyan watched him like that. After an unknown amount of time, he must have felt tired. He lowered his arms, leaned against Ying's chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his final moments before losing consciousness, Qing Nuoyan raised the Divine Cut and handed it to Miss Ying, saying in a daze, "Together."

Ying gently placed Qingnuoyan on the ground, pressed down on the scabbard of Shenqie, and slowly stood up. When she raised her eyes again, she seemed like a different person. Her bright golden eyes were cold and empty, staring straight at the lady as if she were looking at a dead person.

Isn't that enough...?

You still don't think that's enough... You've already killed Kiyono Kazein... You still don't think that's enough?

Rosalyn Noahfalter, what will it take to satisfy you?

Rosalyn Noahfalter!

Ying lowered her body and slowly pulled out the Divine Cut.

hatred.

At this moment, all that surged in my heart was the purest hatred and murderous intent.

kill her.

Under the witness of General Raiden, the imperial competition officially began.

“Feng said,” Ying said softly.

A sudden gust of wind swept up the red maple leaves in the courtyard. Before the leaves could fall to the ground, Ying's figure vanished from the spot. Shenqie trailed a long trail of fire in the oppressive air. The fire struck the woman's body, and Shenqie cut into her skin, drawing blood.

Blood droplets splattered in the desolate night sky, reflecting the yellowish autumn light.

The woman's figure was unsteady, and she staggered. Only at this moment did she truly feel the exhaustion. The endless flame burning in her heart seemed to be drying up.

Because the water clock was broken by Qingnuoyan, the lady was on the verge of losing control.

Five hundred years ago, it was just like this: the out-of-control witch burned everything in her path. Wherever she stepped, the filth was burned away, leaving only ashes like her soul.

The number of fire butterflies also decreased. With Qingnuoyan's repeated consumption, the fluttering butterflies that could once stir up a prairie fire disappeared one by one. The lady breathed a slight sigh of relief and felt the stinging sensation of the wind cutting on her skin.

The girl's slender and graceful figure left many afterimages in the air.

The sounds of swords and blades filled her ears. The overlapping cries of swords created a howling wind, as if a storm was brewing. Each flash of a blade was a gust of wind. As the blades and blades clashed together, the winds and blades merged, and the lady found herself trapped in the most turbulent and chaotic storm.

That was a storm formed by the slashes of the Godslayer!

The fire butterfly struggled in the wind of the sword, letting out a mournful cry, and shattering bit by bit.

call.

Ying's slashes were continuous, and the Divine Slash emitted a ringing sound like the wind, slicing through the air and the fire butterflies. Each strike was filled with Ying's killing intent. From beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on the lady without hesitation.

“Rosalind Cruzshika Loehafat.” Ying chewed on her name, her golden eyes reflecting the latter’s face, her gaze cold and lifeless—“Aren’t you satisfied?”

I'm not satisfied yet...

How can I be satisfied?

The woman lowered her eyes and murmured those words softly.

She felt weak and a long-lost pain. The blades were cutting into her body, leaving bloody marks on her fair skin. She was trapped in the storm, the howling wind filling her ears, and her body swayed slightly.

It's as if we're trapped in five hundred years of time.

Tick.

Tick.

She heard other sounds, the sound of sand dripping, or rather, the sound of sand leaking.

Her water clock was completely shattered.

It was shattered by that mortal.

This was the only promise the young wolf left her. He promised that they would meet again after the hourglass completed a full cycle. So the lady kept the hourglass, but dared not let it continue. She was afraid that the hourglass would really complete a cycle, but Rustan would not be by her side after it was over.

She couldn't bear it.

So she stopped the hourglass.

She buried her life and memories in the past, living on a promise that would never be fulfilled. Now, the hourglass has been shattered, the promise has been shattered, and the reason she relied on for solace has crumbled as well.

Her solace, which she had cherished for hundreds of years, has shattered.

And now, they're actually asking her if she's satisfied?