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

Those bright golden eyes reflected Qing Nuoyan's face.

"Cheers," Ying said to Qingnuoyan.

"What are we toasting for?" Qing Nuoyan took the glass and said to Ying, "We should at least offer a toast to something."

"...Then let's toast to your heartlessness."

"This is too strange." Qing Nuoyan shook his head with a wry smile.

He gazed at the rising sun, and in the clear, bright light, he fell into deep thought.

From Inazuma, to Liyue, and back to Inazuma.

Everyone, everything, all the promises... all the journeys he had taken.

They were all laid out to dry, and in the bright morning light, the stories became transparent and clear.

The old world is disappearing, and a new world is being born—a pure white and beautiful world, a world where everyone is saved, shimmering in the pure white sunlight.

“All the promises.” After a long pause, Qing Nuoyan said softly, “I have finally cleared all the promises I owed… I have fulfilled my promise to clear my name.”

"So?" Ying tilted her head.

“Then let us honor our promise,” Qing Nuoyan said with a smile.

"Wow, isn't that a tribute to you?" Ying blinked her eyes. "You're taking advantage of me."

"So, what should we toast to?"

“Let’s add Ying,” she said with a hint of slyness. “Let’s add Ying, to honor Qing’s promise to Ying.”

"...I just can't do anything with you."

Qing Nuoyan gave a wry smile and raised his wine glass.

In a pure white world, in the dawn of new life, two wine glasses clink together, making a crisp sound.

"Respectfully keeping my promise and keeping it bright"

—"Respectfully keep your promise and keep your promise."

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P.S.: Hooray! It's finished!

Tomorrow or the day after, I will update the author's closing remarks and create a reader group. After taking a break for a while, I will update the epilogue and the subsequent side stories, which is the Sumeru Scroll.

Thank you all for joining us.

This is the last time I'll say goodnight to everyone.

— "Good night, have a good night's sleep."

Author's Closing Remarks

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Bonus Chapter 1: Happy Birthday, My Dear Buyer

I will build a bridge for you, and you will be able to fulfill your wildest dreams, but please do not fear the orchid-green lamplight.

I will guide you to that profound knowledge, though I have already warned you that you will surely lose much.

Nevertheless, please remember my lesson, and the severe punishment suffered by the messengers from heaven.

Remember this: if there is still hope in this created world, it lies in ordinary people.

Do not abandon mortals.

The boy opened his eyes wearily and reached out to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight filtering through the blinds.

He had long, flaxen hair that trailed down to his pale ankles, and his eyes were azure, clear yet gentle. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in his pale fingers, warmly illuminating the boy's almost translucent white face.

The boy coughed softly, then paused. Although he tried his best to keep his voice down, the cough became more and more violent, as if he wanted to suck out his entire lungs. He lowered his eyes, covered his mouth, and could taste a faint metallic taste of blood in his throat.

The situation has become increasingly serious recently.

He let out a slow sigh of relief.

He casually used a towel from the bedside to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"What time is it?" The boy squinted slightly, asking wearily, "Did I oversleep again?"

“Great Sage Moninsta.” A cool female voice came from outside the door, “The [Flora Celebration] is about to begin in one hour, and you are to give a speech at the ceremony... You are about to be late.”

Morningstar is the boy's name.

The Great Sage of the Morning Star—that's what the scholars of the Council of Fathers call him.

Mount Sumeru is the realm of knowledge.

The Academy of Sumeru is a sacred place for seekers of knowledge, encompassing six major schools, each affiliated with one of the six colleges: the School of Life, the School of Clarity, the School of Knowledge, and so on. From the earth to the stars, from machines to life, the six schools have always sought to trace the source of knowledge.

Each of the six major schools appoints a "Sage" who holds a permanent seat in the Council of the Church. Among these six Sages, a "Great Sage" is chosen to be the pinnacle of the Council of the Church.

"Lord Tree King won't mind that I'm late."

Chenxing smiled and muttered softly, "I even prepared a birthday present for her."

However, Morning Star... doesn't know if she will be able to spend the next birthday with the Great Tree King.

【Morning Star】

[Position: Grand Sage of the Sumeru Teaching Academy]

Age: 21

[Status: Extremely Weak Vitality]

Every mortal has a trace of death; it is predetermined. Death is the end that every mortal will reach, but for Morning Star, for some reason, this end came sooner.

There's nothing to complain about.

His life has been very fulfilling.

He arrived at the Sumeru Order Academy, joined the Life Theory School, promoted the development of Sumeru life knowledge, invented steam, spent nearly ten years observing the starry sky, and finally drew the most complete star map of Teyvat.

Astrologer, biographer, father of steam... he had many jobs.

He became the youngest sage of the school of thought on life, and in the tenth year after he arrived at Mount Sumeru, he was elected as a great sage. He was the youngest great sage in history, and also very likely the first great sage to die.

In some ways, he is truly unprecedented and unparalleled.

He shut down the Human System and looked out the window; it was indeed very lively outside.

【Flower Goddess's Birthday】is the grandest festival in Sumeru, but its actual meaning is 【Flower Goddess's Birthday Celebration】. On the Tree King's birthday, several gods offer their blessings to her, and the Flower Goddess presents a dance.

Legend has it that countless Padissana flowers bloomed on the meadow trodden by the goddess of flowers. "Ah, if only time could stand still at this moment," the gods exclaimed.

From then on, the birthday of the Flower Goddess became a custom in Sumeru.

On the pure white streets of the Church, flower-covered carts rolled over the stone slabs, carrying a sea of ​​Patissalan flowers. The crimson sea of ​​flowers stretched all the way to Omos Port. The sky was also gentle and languid, displaying pale pink clouds that followed the flowers and covered the entire city of Sumeru.

Seven delicacies tables, flower floats parading through the streets... Sumeru scholars have many ways to celebrate the birthday of the Flower Goddess.

What scholars are most looking forward to and excited about is today's congratulatory message.

This blessing ceremony will be presided over by that legendary sage.

At the very top of the blooming flower sea, the Great Sage of Morning Star will offer his blessing to the Great Tree of Compassion.

The entire city was celebrating the birth of the Great Tree King, but no one knew that in the highest level of the Church, under the warm and bright sunlight, their Great Sage was dying.

The morning stars are beginning to fade.

The young man straightened his slightly wrinkled graduation gown and pinned a bouquet of Cecilia flowers to his collar. He stared at his face in the full-length mirror; beneath his almost translucent white skin, there was a lack of color, his eyes were filled with a deathly gray, and there were still traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He then took out a pill from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it. His complexion gradually became rosy, and his eyes gradually brightened.

He developed this drug himself, and Chenxing has been taking it for the past ten years.

It can't save his life, but it can at least help him maintain a semblance of health.

There can be no mistakes today.

He coughed one last time, lowered his eyes, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Beside his bed was a letter, or rather, the transcript of his speech for today.

These past few days... the scholars of the Papacy... have been speculating about what kind of magnificent and splendid blessing this great sage will utter. It must be a vast and solemn blessing, worthy of being recorded in the papal annals. A hundred years from now, like the "Flora Dance to Celebrate His Birthday," the Morning Star blessing will surely become a legendary tale.

But actually, the blessing he wrote was very simple.

There were only a few words, just---

Happy Birthday, dear Bouyer!

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P.S.: Phew, here's the first extra chapter!

And then, this book is on sale!

Finally, as promised, the reader group is 553837380. The extra chapters will also be updated in the reader group.

Bonus Chapter 2: "Please Hold Me Forever"

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The thin frost on the wooden window reflected the faint morning light.

The light snow accumulated on the windowsill, piling up thickly with the fallen flowers, making it impossible to distinguish between the blossoms and the snow. The fine snowflakes melted gently in the morning light, and the meltwater flowed down the gaps between the tiles, seeping into the soil.

New Year's Eve.

The weather has also gotten colder.

"Miss...go and close the window."