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

"I brought half a jug of ale, just enough for one cup each."

As Qingnuoyan said this, the rock element in his hand slowly gathered and formed six smooth and translucent stone cups.

"Everyone, please stop arguing," he said softly. "We should be happy. My dream in this life is simply to live happily. Nothing else."

"It's not funny to say, but this is the first New Year I remember."

"I'm very happy right now," the boy said with a smile. "Does everyone know the meaning of the New Year...? It's about bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new."

"To say goodbye to the old, bad past and to welcome the new, brand new future. In other words, it is to say goodbye."

He lifted the lid of the wine bottle, and the aroma of wheat wafted through the slightly chilly night air. He carefully poured the wine, handing it to everyone, one cup after another: Xiao, Yingda, Mi Nu, Fanan, and Ying.

It's really late.

Most of the lights in the distant Liyue Harbor have gone out, leaving only a few houses with their fireworks burning small holes in the black night sky.

The lights went out, but fireworks rose one after another, one burst after another, trailing brilliant trails, bursting forth with color, painting the canvas of the starry sky, and even illuminating the distant Wuwang Slope.

Xiao, Yingda, Mi Nu, Fa Nan.

Nuoyan watched them one by one.

Perhaps they were once his family. The boy was very happy that they would still come to see him after so many years. He was truly happy.

But I am already dead, already buried in my grave. The past has been buried.

The meaning of the New Year is farewell.

"I'm so glad to meet you all," Nuoyan said, raising his glass. "Let's have a drink to this unforgettable evening."

"What's the toast speech?" Yingda asked. "Every year at the annual meeting, my brother always comes up with a long toast speech... like 'So that Xiao will grow five centimeters more next year' or something like that."

"How about it for the promises of the past and the fireworks of today?" Nuoyan asked.

“It doesn’t feel as good as ‘Xiao will grow ten centimeters more next year’,” Mi Nu said seriously. “But it doesn’t matter, let’s just go with the boy.”

"..." Xiao's face was full of black lines.

"Then, cheers?" No problem.

"Cheers." Ying nodded helplessly, then reminded Nuoyan, "You can only have one drink."

"cheers."

"cheers."

"Cheers to today's fireworks, a promise made in the past."

Fireworks burst into bloom in the sky, crackling and popping, while six stone cups collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Happy New Year"

[Second agreement fulfilled]

[Reward: Talisman Technique (Celestial Arts)]

[The third agreement—]

...

The administrative matters have been processed.

Everything has been taken care of.

There was nothing else to do.

Xuanmo dripped onto the Xuan paper along the drooping brush, forming a small clump that had even solidified, but Gan Yu didn't notice.

I've been lost in thought for a while now.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Fireworks are still going off outside, and the sounds of people celebrating are all around. She rests her chin on her hand, and the afterglow of the fireworks shines on her cool profile.

really weird.

Gan Yu hates being idle.

Only when she's busy can she stop thinking about things.

Once you have free time, your mind goes blank.

Then you'll think of things you don't want to think about.

It should be reached.

That demon came to invite her again this morning.

She invited him very earnestly, and he very earnestly declined.

She won't go.

For more than two thousand years, Gan Yu has never visited him again.

In fact, she rarely thought of him.

It has been forgotten.

The little girl Yingda went to sweep his grave because she had lost consciousness and did not see what he looked like or what the scene was like at that time.

Countless people died, rivers of blood flowed, yet he smiled menacingly amidst the bloodshed.

Everything was fake. He presented a beautiful facade, but it was all just a pretense.

Or perhaps he was good at one time, but later turned bad.

Because of lifespan.

Because of his close relationship with Fushe, Ganyu knew things that other immortals did not.

She has a secret she will never reveal.

Human lifespan has its limits. Even if someone joins the immortal sect, they can only postpone their own death. Six hundred years is enough to corrupt everything about a person, including their heart.

He was old, visibly aging, but he didn't want to grow old... He kept muttering, "I can't get old yet," "I can't get old yet."

I noticed the change in Fushe during the last few years I spent with him.

At that time, it had not been long since the war between the immortals and gods ended.

His temperament became increasingly violent, and his face grew younger. His eyes seemed to hold a deep obsession, so intense that it seemed about to drip down.

Not yet. Not yet.

A deep-seated obsession.

“Fu She practiced heretical arts.”

This was what the Rock King Emperor told her personally after everything had settled down.

"He prolongs his own life by absorbing and plundering the lives of others. Because he practiced evil magic, his soul gradually degenerates until he goes completely insane."

"The Yaksha immortals were the first targets of Fushe's plunder."

Gan Yu did not tell the Yakshas about this.

Actually, many things can be explained this way.

Those massacres, those betrayals—these explain everything.

He murdered the Salt God, slaughtered the Salt God's followers, severely injured four Yakshas, ​​and completely fell into depravity, betraying Liyue, joining the Abyss Order, and was finally killed in the Abyss.

Gan Yu killed him, and did not regret it.

For more than two thousand years, no matter how much Yingda invited her, she never went to see him again, and she felt no more burdened.

Maybe.

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Whew, it seems Omega isn't so formidable after all, Whew (proudly)

Volume 1: Chapter 74 I am a useless and disappointing eldest brother

【Floating Abode】

Are you satisfied with your life?

As Fushe looked at the sky, he suddenly heard the voice of Renli in his ear.

"Not enough."

he said.

"Not satisfied."

A resolute tone.

The sky was darkening, and rosy clouds piled up at the edge of the azure sea. Every wave, tinged with the glow of the sunset, crashed against the rocks.

After the waves died, shallow foam rose on the shore, and the foam shimmered with brilliant light.

"I can't get old now."

Fushe repeated it.

But he was indeed very old. After the war between immortals and gods, Fu She aged quickly enough; his temples were already streaked with gray, and his deep purple thunderous eyes were tinged with a hint of desolation...

Or rather, turbid.

It resembles an autumn pool at dusk.

Deep within the calm waters of the pool lie dark and chaotic emotions, like the decaying, rotten leaves and remnants at the bottom of the pool.

It is now the tenth anniversary of the end of the Great War between the Immortals and Gods, the 590th birthday of Grand Marshal Tengshe Fushe, and the first day of the new year.

Fushe was neither a mythical beast nor an immortal; he was merely a human who had cultivated immortal techniques. His life, spanning nearly six hundred years, was long and fortunate enough for a mortal, yet he said it was still not enough.

【Floating Abode】

[Position: Grand Marshal Tengshe]

[Level: 89]