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

Tianli raised his hand and pressed down on the entire sky, crushing the countless mountains. Rocks collapsed continuously, and the earth cracked and trembled. Under that immense pressure, Qingnuoyan's form stopped.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His internal organs were shattered under the immense pressure, and his bones were crushed into dust. Blood seeped out from between the bones.

Be as light as the wind.

There are two other shadows, two lives, two dreams, which reappear in his heart of dreams. The wolf cub named Rustan died at the bottom of the valley, and the mountain wind named Qingye Fengyin died on the seashore. This is Qingnuoyan's consciousness space. In the world called 'One Heart of Dreams', it not only contains the dreams of all people, but also his own dream.

In every lifetime, in every life, there are dreams that remain unfulfilled.

The element of wind rose from his heart, and a thousand winds answered his call.

Broken bones turned into wind, heavy bodies turned into wind, and blood also turned into wind. A thousand winds broke free from the pressure of the sky and rose towards the heavens. Each gust of wind was a Qingnuo Rock.

When all the winds converged, he finally stood before the one who upheld the principles of Heaven.

High in the desolate sky, they stared at each other, seeing their own reflections in each other's pupils.

Kamikiri remains sheathed; he has not drawn his sword even now, after the battle has begun.

That time hasn't come yet.

Qing Nuoyan gently closed her eyes and heard the thunderous heartbeat in her empty chest.

He lowered his body, pressed his hand to the scabbard, and everything in the world seemed to be stripped away from his vision. White mist poured out from between his teeth, and his thunderous heartbeat reached its maximum at this moment.

Shen Qie still remembers the taste of the god's blood, so clearly, so vividly!

Five hundred years later, an old man named Kiyono Raimei also arrived at this place and swung his sword at the gods.

Compress everything to that extreme, compress everything into that one moment.

'My heart remains unmoved, I will serve the nation for a thousand years.'

The old man transformed into a lightning bolt for a mere 0.3 seconds, briefly streaking across the sky and illuminating the entire world. But Qing Nuoyan did not transform into a fleeting lightning bolt; he transformed into a sea of ​​lightning!

One after another, bolts of lightning struck the space above. With each collision, the world would flicker for a moment. The lightning serpents stirred the world, and the spatial barrier finally collapsed completely, shattering into fragments. The fragments of spacetime reflected Qing Nuoyan's face.

The lightning bolt swept across Tianli's body, and pale golden blood splattered in the air. Tianli felt a touch he had never experienced before; the feeling was so strange and unfamiliar.

Is this... pain?

The sustainer felt the pain, and his almost transparent white hand touched Qing Nuoyan's chest.

Qingnuoyan paused.

He also felt the pain.

His whole body was collapsing; his heart was collapsing, his bones were collapsing, and his soul was still collapsing. As space continued to collapse, when the collapse reached its limit, they annihilated each other.

Kiyono Kazein is dead, Kiyono Raimei is dead, Rustan is dead, Fusha is dead... and even more distant memories and dreams are buried along with them.

Qing Nuoyan gritted her teeth, her eyes gradually losing their color.

...Dreams are collapsing.

The lush, verdant plains were gradually withering, the cherry blossoms were disappearing into the air, the magnificent and beautiful sunset was gradually falling, twilight was beginning to descend, the sky was cracking open one crack after another, and the earth was trembling incessantly.

But in his heart, there still resided residents.

The cursed people of Kyria, their corrupted souls still dwelling in the heart of dreams, are now facing divine punishment. Death, dissipation, and annihilation echo in the depths of Qingnuoyan's soul.

He stared intently into Tianli's eyes, but could no longer take another step.

It was so close, yet he could never reach it again. The divine sword was still hidden in its sheath, but this final strike, this strike that had been accumulating for a thousand years, would never have another chance to be wielded.

Humanity can never truly overcome the laws of nature.

His mental space is not strong enough.

Ying also slept in his heart, in the softest corner of his soul, waiting for their reunion five hundred years later.

Everyone was waiting for Qingnuoyan.

Under that sacred cherry tree.

Torachiyo, who promised to have another match; Yae no Miko, who promised to see the lanterns together; Kunihira and Hana no Satoru, who promised to drink together; Kage and Makoto, who promised to reunite... Everyone, everyone is waiting for themselves at the end of time.

In the heart of the dream.

In that gradually decaying and corrupting space of consciousness.

Raiden raised his head, gazing at the gradually darkening sky and the slowly withering cherry blossoms. This gentle god then lowered his head and looked at the sleeping Firefly.

"What a lucky child," Zhen murmured to herself. "He loves you so much. That's wonderful."

I'm quite envious.

“I also love this world.” Raiden paused, seemingly speaking to someone, “and I also love your dream. Your dream is very similar to mine... I don’t want it to be destroyed.”

The cherry blossoms suddenly stopped falling.

As the ruler of the mortal realm, Raiden is not skilled in martial arts... but this gentle god also wields great power.

That was her dream.

That is her 'heart'.

She also possesses...that almost eternal space of consciousness.

'One Dream'

"You let me dwell in your heart."

Her smile was as gentle as the first snow melting in the afternoon, carrying a bright sadness. "Then I'll give you my heart too."

"I will become a doll in the future. Dolls don't cry, so they don't need emotions or hearts. I entrust my heart and my dreams to you."

Please leave Kyria, return to Inazuma, plant the Divine Cherry Tree... and save my people.

The heart of the gods merged into this gradually withering world.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, creating a picturesque scene, and the glow of dusk spreads across the plains.

Two dreams merge into one, when two spaces of consciousness merge—

This is truly, completely, and utterly a shared dream.

Qingnuoyan has finally reached the final step.

【lv100 (Human Reason Maintainer)】

Against the immense pressure of space, Qing Nuoyan took the final step toward the guardian of heavenly principles and drew the Divine Slash!

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PS1: Phew, goodnight!

P.S. 2: By the way, here's the longest plot hole I dug. See the two pictures below. Some observant readers even made guesses back then. That's why that pain felt so long-lost yet so unfamiliar – because the laws of nature were indeed violated five hundred years ago. The outline for time travel was decided back then.

Chapter 148 Planting the Seeds

The crimson earth, the vast snow-capped mountains, the leaden sky and the heavy clouds all melted into this one strike.

Do not let your mind be unmoved.

It means that one's mind arises without a destination, moves without intention, and moves with one's heart. Qingnuo Rock, this heart, is hidden deep in the Aozang Mountains and has been lonely for a thousand years.

Disgusted by the fleeting illusions of this world, yearning for the pure land and the eternal path, for that promise, his heart has remained steadfast for a thousand years in an era of emptiness and solitude, unmoved for a thousand years.

The sword, Shenqie, has been sheathed for a thousand years since it was used to cut through the snow in the mountains of Qingnuo Rock. For a thousand years, it has not been drawn. A thousand years of longing and a thousand years of spirit have accumulated to the extreme at this moment.

The knife that had been motionless has finally moved today.

Kanria was swallowed up, the leaden clouds were evaporated, and the filth and desolation of the wilderness fell into the white, and the world shimmered in this white radiance; at the same time, the power of the heavens pressed down, the Sky Island seemed to fall, and the endless space oppressed that pure white world.

If there has ever been nothingness or eternity in this world, it is all contained within that single flash of light.

The world fell into a long, long silence.

...

It was springtime, but it was snowing in Canria.

Heartless and cold-blooded.

Qingnuoyan felt cold.

Gray snowflakes landed on his shoulders, melting into refreshing snow water that seeped into his skin through the gaps in his kimono fabric.

Snowmelt and blood mingled together, the pure white and crimson colors blending and blurring, making it impossible to distinguish which part was blood and which part was snow.

He coughed violently, coughing up blood and fragments of his internal organs.

Kiyono Iwatsu took out half a flask of sake from the pocket of his kimono, shook it, and found it was still a little warm—it was sake he had brewed in Okuzō-zan.

A thin wisp of alcohol vapor rose into the air, then dissipated with the snowflakes. Qing Nuoyan looked at the mist and suddenly asked, seemingly to no one, "Would you like a drink?"

No one responded to him.

Behind Qingnuoyan are those who uphold the principles of Heaven.

Her pure white hair was scattered in the air, and there was still no emotion in the depths of her golden pupils. She seemed to be unharmed, still majestic and ancient, unlike Qing Nuoyan, whose body was covered in blood and on the verge of death. She walked barefoot on the ruins, and the dust on the ground could not taint her.

However, when the gods of the heavens stepped onto the earth, it explained everything.

draw.

Or rather, it's a lose-lose situation.

Qingnuoyan was severely injured; his soul was almost crushed into fragments by the pressure of space. The Heavenly Law Maintainer was even more severely injured. The final strike of the Divine Slash cut through space and landed squarely on its body. That blade, which had been brewing for a thousand years, could even bring down a god.

Whether it is him or the upholder of justice, the wounds he suffered today will take at least several hundred years to heal.

"Have a drink."

"You are a worthy opponent. You are also a worthy god."

"It's a tie."

Qing Nuoyan coughed softly again. He poured half of the wine onto the Shenqie blade to wash away the bloodstains. The blade was covered with beautiful and strange lightning and wind patterns. Golden blood dripped down the fine blood grooves between the patterns and onto the ground along the tip of the blade.

But when sake comes into contact with the blood of the gods, it evaporates into a thin mist.

The Keeper of Heaven's Justice did not accept the wine offered by Qing Nuoyan. He calmly gazed at the presumptuous mortal before him and said softly, "The final strike... you stopped. You are the winner."

With the final strike, Qing Nuoyan stopped.