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

Darkness lurks deep within those clear eyes.

Or rather, tyrannical.

【Nuofu (Yingda)】

[Residual Karmic Obstacles: One-Tenth]

Over the years, after performing the Nuo ritual every month, there has always been this kind of aftereffect.

And these remaining karmic obstacles can never be eradicated.

But once any remnants remain, they will eventually revive, just as wildfire cannot be extinguished.

It may never be possible to completely eliminate it.

"call..."

call.

A slender index finger brushed across her cheek, sliding down her side, the nail digging deep into her skin, leaving fine bloodstains... Pain could bring Fu She back to her senses.

He drank another bowl of wine, one after another. The effects of the wine rose, his vision gradually blurred, and his mind became unclear.

But only when he was drunk could he not hear those sounds around him.

Cries, screams, howls, children's screams, women's wails... countless sounds converged into countless low murmurs. If you closed your eyes, you could see mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and forests of white bones, and your nose would be filled with the stench of blood.

Countless remnant souls of demon gods murmured his name, 'Fushe' 'Fushe' 'Fushe'.

Fushe wanted to cut off his ears, gouge out his eyes, and cut off his nose...

But he did nothing; he didn't want his descendants to worry. Many adults are like this when facing life's hardships.

...The only thing he could do was to swallow glass after glass of wine in the dead of night, using the alcohol to extinguish the growing emotions.

The night is already deep.

The crescent moon was like a painting, its pure white light covering the vast snowfield, the snow and moonlight blending seamlessly, leaving no trace.

Drinking alone can be quite boring.

"Morax."

Fu She suddenly spoke, seemingly unsure of where he was talking to, slightly tipsy, and said, "You've come?"

Morax, the deity of Liyue Harbor, wields the power of the Geo and is the oldest of the seven ruling deities. Even Liu Yun, the master of Fushe, has to address the Geo King as "Lord Morax".

Among the Liyue people, only Fushe would so casually call the Geo Archon by his real name.

"This state."

The Rock King Emperor lowered his golden eyes and gazed at Fu She. After a long while, he slowly said, "...How long has this been going on?"

Fu She was a legitimate disciple of the immortals and cultivated the righteous path, but at this moment, his aura showed no trace of immortality.

Crimson blood slid down his cheeks, his purple eyes were chaotic and gloomy, and a heavy, evil aura emanated from between his teeth. He was violent, insane, and malevolent. At this moment, Fu She was more like an evil god than an immortal.

"It's been four years."

He said softly.

This was the first time Fushe had confessed to someone else.

It can't be called a confession; it's something that can't be hidden anymore. Ordinary immortals might be confident in covering it up, but it's very difficult to do so with the Emperor.

He had already sensed something was amiss, so he figured it was better to be honest.

silence.

A long, long silence.

"You've been keeping it a secret all along."

The Emperor lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting deep shadows beneath them. He seemed to be contemplating something, and after a long pause, he finally spoke:

"Did you do the same thing during the Demon God War a hundred years ago...?"

Because karmic obstacles can corrupt the soul of an immortal, something that has never happened or been seen in the history of Liyue.

If the flower does not bloom, then the flower does not exist.

Because it never happened, they took it for granted, and naturally everything was fine and peaceful. But behind this peaceful life, someone was carrying the calamity of the entire Liyue, walking silently.

Even Morax failed to notice it a hundred years ago.

"Yes."

Fu She drank another bowl of hot wine. As the wine warmed him, his eyes gradually cleared. "I was still very young back then."

"You're old now."

The Emperor's golden eyes reflected Fu She's face. He looked young, but his soul was exhausted, and his eyes were filled with weariness.

The Emperor still remembered what he looked like in his prime, carefree and unrestrained. This guy loved to drink, and would often bother him with his wine gourd, for hundreds of years, two hundred years, three hundred years... for hundreds of years.

'Mora...cough, Your Majesty, stop with your official duties. Liyue will keep turning even without you. The one who lives the longest is the carefree one.'

"Let's go for a drink."

But now he is old, and because he has a heart and lungs, a heart more sincere than anyone else's, he is also the first to die.

"How many days do you have left?"

The Emperor said in a deep voice.

“I don’t know,” Fu She said softly. “Maybe another year, maybe I’ll go crazy at any moment.”

You need to stop.

The Emperor's golden eyes were ancient and majestic. He stared directly at Fu She and said in a commanding tone, "You must stop."

"Morax".

Fu She looked at him earnestly, a hint of helplessness in his smile: "I can't stop now. The ending is already decided. I'm destined to go mad."

Fu She could no longer stop; his soul had long been eroded by karmic obstacles.

The snow slowly melted under the eaves, and a large puddle of melted snow broke the pine needles and fell down, making a pattering sound.

Only silence.

The flames burned quietly.

“You wish,” Morax said slowly after a long pause, “that I do something for you.”

Fushe stared at the flames, paused, then turned his head to look directly at the Rock God, his lips moving:

"I hope you will take responsibility for killing me."

In the snowy night, he made his request to the gods.

calm.

It's as if he's recounting the death of someone else.

“I will continue to cleanse myself of karmic obstacles, until I go mad,” Fushe said slowly. “When I lose control, I hope you will kill me.”

"Why..." the Emperor's voice was somewhat stiff, "Why me?"

Why him?

"Your Majesty."

This is the first time Fushe has used an honorific title.

"This is a very selfish request."

He lowered his head. "I'm selfish... I'm sorry... Someone has to kill me, otherwise I'll bring disaster. Someone has to be the executioner. The Yakshas won't do it, Gan Yu can't do it, and neither can Master. It would be too cruel to them—"

“Perhaps,” Morax said calmly, “that is also true for me.”

Fu She was stunned.

“I thought so.” Morax sat down, poured himself a drink, and said softly, “We are friends now.”

This is osmanthus wine. The clear liquid is sprinkled with osmanthus petals, exuding a faint fragrance.

This is not celestial wine, but rather the osmanthus wine that the Rock King Emperor brought with him.

Fu She always came to ask the Emperor for a drink, but this time, it was the Emperor who brought the wine to him.

We are friends now.

“I see…” Fu She smiled. “I see.”

He exclaimed with a sigh, "That's wonderful."

That smile was tinged with the snowy night.

"...But I can only ask you for help, my friend."

Fu She gave a bitter smile: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

He died for others, yet he said he was selfish and kept apologizing.

In the Emperor's memory, Fu She had never asked him for anything. No matter how big the matter was, he always took it all on his own shoulders... This was the first time in six hundred years that Fu She had made a request.

He begged himself to kill him.

Tsk.

The osmanthus wine exuded a fragrant aroma. The Emperor gazed at the wine for a long, long time before silently nodding.

If he loses control due to karmic obstacles, the Emperor will kill him.

This is one of the agreements.

Please don't tell them the truth. Please don't tell them about the existence of karma.

Fushe said, "If they... knew that I died because of them, they might regret it for the rest of their lives... I cannot do that."

This is also the reason why Fushe has kept it a secret for over a hundred years.

"What do you plan to do?" the Emperor asked.

"Isn't my current appearance quite like that of a demon? Every morning when I wake up, all I think about is killing," he said self-deprecatingly. "My soul has long been evil."