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

"Human principles."

He called out the system's name, his azure eyes sharp yet fervent, "Let's take a gamble."

"Look, I will die of old age in the past five hundred years from now, dying amidst the wear and tear."

Qing Nuoyan spoke in a deep voice, his voice low, but beneath that calm surface, it seemed as if a faint rumble of thunder was hidden, as if it were about to resound across the snow-covered plains.

"Or perhaps I climbed the ladder of God, lived for a thousand years, and triumphed over your high and mighty so-called time."

The path to godhood lies within his heart, and he will climb the mountain until he reaches the summit and becomes the strongest.

“Ying is waiting for me to save her a thousand years from now,” Qing Nuoyan said slowly. “Ying is also waiting for me to come home for dinner a thousand five hundred years from now… so I will not lose.”

"Miyukichiyo, Yuri, Raiden Shin... so many friends are waiting for me to save them a thousand years from now."

"Therefore I will overcome all time."

The cold wind howled, shaking the desolate sky. Qingnuoyan turned around, facing the vast and boundless snow, and walked into the mountains.

Kiyono Raimei is dedicated to the Shadow Pillar Kingdom for five hundred years, while Kiyono Iwa has an even more difficult task ahead.

To live for someone, to live for a thousand years.

Qing Nuoyan knew he could succeed, that he was certain he would succeed.

Because he remembered something else: his conversation with Goyakuzo.

"You've been here for hundreds of years...?"

"We promised him we would protect this shrine and we cannot leave."

"But he didn't come back. Could that person be me?"

"They look so alike! They're exactly the same!"

Qingnuoyan has always missed the point. The key point of this conversation was the second half of Wubaizang's sentence, but he didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that the little raccoon was lying and saying some lies that could be exposed at a glance.

But in fact, that was not a lie.

The second half of the sentence... is as follows:

"It's not you! You're too weak, and that person is much older than you! At least a thousand years older!"

[He must be at least a thousand years older.]

This is the key point, the core that has been overlooked.

Therefore, he will succeed, because he succeeded last time, possessing a consciousness space that transcends governance, 'Dream of One Mind,' and overcoming the limitations of lifespan.

It is often said that one lie leads to countless more to cover it up.

A promise is love, and a lie is also love.

For someone, he told the world a lie, and it will take a thousand years to cover it up—but he doesn't regret lying. If he were given another chance, he would still tell the same lie, because he loves that person. Human emotions can even transcend time.

Qingnuoyan began to ascend the ladder of the gods.

"I'll cross a thousand years for you."

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PS1: This chapter is a three-in-one, and some sentences that I wrote before appear. Because they contain important foreshadowing, they cannot be deleted. So, I deliberately wrote an extra two or three hundred words on top of the three-in-one, so I won't make extra money off you.

Those dialogues appear in Chapters 53, 138, 131, and 65 respectively. Those who are interested can go back and take a look.

PS2: Besides his carefree dream, Qingnuoyan also has another dream: to become the "strongest". I wonder if everyone still remembers it.

good night!

Chapter 143 I wrote my longing for you a thousand years ago

[To Miss Ying, 1500 years in the future]

【Hello】

When you receive this letter, it will be 1,500 years from now.

This is my first year in Yingxiang Mountain. It snows all the time, and it's gray and white all day long. There's nothing interesting about it; it's desolate and not pretty.

[I should perhaps plant some cherry blossoms, or some other kind of flower, but I don't know if they will survive. If they do, and Shadow Mountain will have flowers from then on, then 1,500 years from now, all the flowers you pick on Shadow Mountain will be my gift to you.]

I'm doing well, just feeling a little bored. How are you doing over there? Did you see the cherry blossoms I planted for you when you received this letter?

...

Qingnuoyan had a habit of writing letters. Although it was called writing letters, it was just a way of recording the monotonous life on paper, putting it in a box and burying it in the ground.

He started writing letters this year, using homemade ink and paper. After each sentence, he would pause, think for a while, and then continue writing—so he wrote very slowly, but he had plenty of time. He finished writing before the snowflakes had even melted.

He folded the letter and put it in the mailbox.

Starting this year, he will write a letter to Ying every year.

Qing Nuoyan put away the box, exhaled a breath of hot air, and the mist dissipated slowly in the crisp air; he looked at the frost on the pine and cypress trees, which was covered with a thin layer of frost and shimmered with the fine morning light of the forest.

He turned his gaze away and focused intently on the duckweed floating on the frozen lake—he was fishing.

He even made the fishing rod himself.

One thousand five hundred years ago, Yingxiang Mountain had an extremely harsh climate and was rife with filth, making it a forbidden place for humans.

Because no one comes to fish, there are a lot of fish in the frozen lake.

These are precious fishing moments at Qingnuoyan. In a few decades, after the Narukami Shrine is rebuilt and more people come, Qingnuoyan will have to stay in the cave and will no longer be able to fish.

His dark blue eyes reflected the crystal-clear icy lake. He saw the duckweed rise and fall slightly, and after waiting a while, he saw the duckweed quickly sink to the bottom. He knew then that a fish had taken the bait.

Pull the rod cleanly.

A bluish-green freshwater fish was pulled from the icy lake and fell onto the shore with a splash. Its fine scales shimmered in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

"Phew, a mackerel." Qing Nuoyan clapped his hands and took the fishhook out of the fish's mouth. "Finally caught one. We'll have a big meal today."

After deboning the fish and carefully removing its scales, I lit a fire and instead of grilling the fish directly over the fire, I placed a net on top and smoked it.

The hazy smoke, carrying the smell of embers, hits the mackerel, turning its beautiful skin a yellowish hue and revealing the snow-white flesh inside. Once the flesh also turns a yellowish hue, the dish is ready.

Qingnuoyan took a bite, and it tasted delicious. He leaned back on the rock, biting into the mackerel, looking at the vast and boundless snow, and gazing into the distance. His eyesight was excellent, and he could see very clearly.

Beyond the shadows of the mountains, on the plains untouched by wind and snow, a dozen or so houses still stand.

From Qingnuoyan, one can hear the sound of firecrackers exploding in the distance, and see the couplets pasted on the door, with the large "福" (good fortune) character pasted upside down, exuding joy. Fireworks burst open and the crisp sound of firecrackers tinged the streets for miles with red frost—it turns out today is the New Year.

Today is over, and it will be the second year.

Qingnuoyan was biting into the fish, somewhat lost in thought.

...

Hello, Miss Ying, 1477 years in the future!

This is my twenty-third year at Yingxiang Mountain. Compared to before, Yingxiang Mountain hasn't changed much, except the wind and snow have lessened. I've planted some flowers—osmanthus, plum, cherry blossoms—and it's really beautiful when the soft snowflakes fall on the petals.

The flower seeds drifted here from elsewhere and took root on Yingxiang Mountain. Normally, given the harsh weather there, those flowers wouldn't have survived, but I helped them.

[But reason told me I couldn't do that, I couldn't save those flowers, there shouldn't be any flowers on Shadow Mountain now—I couldn't make more mistakes in history, so I destroyed them with my own hands.]

I'm sorry, Ying, I can't give you a whole mountain of flowers.

Qing Nuoyan wrote his fortieth letter and put it in the box.

He exhaled softly, his mind gradually calming down. In the emptiness of his heart, the world was as clean and beautiful as a painting.

The boy knelt quietly on the snow, with the divine knife lying across his knees; he did not move, and snowflakes fell on his body, forming a thin layer.

He did not draw his sword.

But for some reason, every snowflake that drifted past him broke in two and scattered in the slightly cold air. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and more and more snowflakes broke apart. Gradually, the wind and snow were cut off in silence.

This is Qingnuoyan's practice.

Starting from the fourth year, he began to try to cut the snowflakes with his mind. At first, he could only cut one or two at a time, but now he can cut the snowflakes on half a mountain in an instant.

He has been cutting snow in the mountains for nineteen years.

Qingnuoyan could feel his mind becoming clearer and more transparent.

For hundreds of years, Balzebu wielded his sword in the Pure Land, using the solitude of eternal marks to cleanse away superfluous noise, thus creating the martial art of thoughtlessness—Qing Nuoyan felt that he was getting closer to that realm.

【Qingnuo Rock】

[Level 3 of Godhood]

Having reached the third level of the Divine Ascension Realm, and having simultaneously mastered Qingye Leiming's heart and Fushe's sword, he stepped onto the second step of the long staircase. Nineteen years after slaying Xue, he finally stepped onto the third step.

[lv.80 (Demon God level)]

In terms of martial arts, he has reached the level of a demon god, but there is nothing to be proud of, because this is only in terms of martial arts.

He did not break through the limits of mortals and will still grow old and die... He is already twenty-three years old. Qingye Leiming reached the level of a demon god at the age of thirty-four. Qing Nuoyan was only eleven years earlier than the Pillar of State, which is not enough at all.

Like the Pillar of State, one can only live for five hundred years.

Qingnuoyan must continue forward.

—Before he grows old.

. .

Hello, Miss Ying

This year is the seventy-third year.

[Once a village appeared near Shadow Mountain, I could no longer leave the cave. I could not meet anyone. For the first year or two, I would talk to myself, but now, I have not uttered a single word for over sixty years.]

I may have forgotten how to talk to people, and I've forgotten what to say.

But I will still write letters. I will write you a letter every year and put it in a tin box. So far, I have written seventy-three letters.

When I have written a thousand letters, when I have filled an iron box with all my longing for you, then I will be able to see you again.

Today is New Year's Day again.

Qingnuoyan could already feel the commotion below the mountain.

Red lanterns hung throughout the alleyways, and amidst the crackling of firecrackers and fireworks, wisps of smoke rose and enveloped the small village—the villagers were happily celebrating this joyous festival of reunion, their laughter seeming to pierce through the clouds and land directly on Yingxiang Mountain.