While I was in Mondstadt, I never imagined becoming a god.

Her cold face, like a smile on ice and snow, revealed warmth beneath.

"You said it yourself." She stopped smiling, but her eyes still curved. "Don't go back on your word later."

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond." Xu Chuan patted his chest.

It's just a few barks; it won't cost you any meat.

"Jun what? Si what?" Paimon scratched his head, looking completely confused. "Is it some Liyue proverb again?"

"In a way," Xu Chuan thought for a moment, "I guess so."

The cultural prototype of Liyue is Chinese civilization, and the two are very similar.

But he really didn't know if Liyue had passed down this saying.

“Speaking of which,” Paimon said, a sudden thought flashing through his mind, and he excitedly spun around in the air.

"We haven't had a proper chance to explore Liyue Harbor since we arrived!"

"Things are mostly sorted out now, let's take a walk together!"

Xu Chuan glanced at her: "I think Paimon, you just want to try all the delicacies of Liyue."

"Ningguang said she'd cover everything!" Paimon declared confidently, hands on his hips. "Why not take advantage of it!"

She flew to Xu Chuan's wheelchair, her little hand clutching his clothes, her bright eyes full of expectation:

"Come on, come on, let's go together."

Ying also looked at him.

This time, she stood with Paimon.

Xu Chuan smiled helplessly.

During this time, he has been busy with experiments for Skirk and cultivating his willpower control; he hasn't slept for a long time.

He was indeed mentally exhausted, and his eyelids felt like they were filled with lead, but thanks to his superhuman physique, he was able to hold on.

He didn't want to be the one to spoil the fun.

"I just can't do anything with you." Xu Chuan ruffled Paimon's hair. "Let's go."

"Great!"

Paimon clapped his hands and took the lead, flying out of the White Horse Inn like a cannonball.

Ying pushed the wheelchair behind them, her steps neither fast nor slow.

Stepping outside, the afternoon sun of Liyue Harbor shone down, warm and inviting.

The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

The air was filled with the scents of sea breeze and spices.

Xu Chuan leaned back in his wheelchair and squinted.

"I wish I could be as carefree as Paimon."

"What's wrong?" Ying turned her head to look at him. "Is something bothering you?"

Her tone returned to its usual gentleness.

"It's nothing," Xu Chuan shook his head. "I just suddenly felt a bit sentimental."

He paused for a moment.

"Actually, not only Paimon, but I also envy you a little."

"Envious of me?" Ying blinked, a look of confusion on her face.

What's wrong with Xu Chuan today? He seems a bit strange.

"Yes, I'm a little envious of you."

Xu Chuan leaned back in his wheelchair, his gaze sweeping over the shops and pedestrians on the street.

Then, gazing at the distant sea, the oppressive feeling from being in the abyss for so long vanished completely.

It seems that listening to Paimon and going out for a stroll did have its benefits.

"I'm so envious of you guys."

Xu Chuan admired Paimon's simplicity and purity.

Unlike myself, whose greed is like a well that can never be filled.

He envied Ying's naturally long lifespan; as a long-lived species, she had a long time to enjoy all the wonderful things in the world.

And what about yourself?

He didn't say it aloud.

He just smiled and suppressed those thoughts.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Paymon is almost out of sight.”

Ying glanced at him, but didn't ask any further questions. She quickened her pace as she pushed the wheelchair.

......

Meanwhile, in another part of Liyue Harbor.

The situation was far more tense than the confrontation between the two girls had just been.

The Golden House, in the square before the Immortal Ancestor's Dharma Transformation.

The atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring stretched to its limit, and a chilling aura gradually rose.

Ke Qing pointed her sword at the lone young master, her voice as cold as ice: "Don't put up a fight, you can't escape today."

The young master looked around.

He was immediately surrounded by the Thousand Rock Army, their shields forming a wall and their spear tips a forest.

Several Liyue immortals scattered in different places, blocking all escape routes.

His gaze swept from the True Lord of Cloud-Borrowing Wind to the Master of Water Management and Mountain Creation, then to the Master of Mountain Carving and Sun Building, and finally landed on the young immortal wearing a Nuo mask and holding a spear.

"I really underestimated you."

The young master smiled calmly, "I never expected to fall into your trap."

"The Immortal Ancestor's Dharma Transformation is just your bait, isn't it?"

"Shut up!" Ke Qing's sword moved forward another half inch. "With the Emperor's immortal body before you, you cannot be so presumptuous!"

Seeing her excited expression, the young master felt somewhat puzzled.

Keqing, the star of Yuheng, is said to be the most disrespectful of the seven stars of Liyue.

Why would they defend a dead god like this? Could the information be false?

"Never mind." The young master stretched his neck, making a cracking sound.

"Instead of dwelling on these things, let's have a good fight."

His gaze swept past the Thousand Rock Army and over the few immortals present, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

The energy fluctuations of water and lightning elements became increasingly intense on him.

Purple lightning swirled and surged beneath his feet; waves continuously emerged and spread across the ground.

The next second, a giant unicorn whale leaped from the ground, its body shimmering in the water, looking incredibly lifelike.

"You are the one."

The young master, wielding a lightning spear and riding a giant unicorn whale formed from water elements, charged towards the young immortal wearing a Nuo mask.

Xiao Mei slightly raised her hand and Pu Yuan, her clothes fluttering in the wind carrying dark colors.

The coldness beneath the Nuo mask radiated through his eyes, revealing an unmistakable murderous intent.

Clang!

When He Puyuan clashed with Leiqiang, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly exploded, continuously surging through the air.

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged blows several times; ordinary people simply couldn't keep up with their speed.

"Arrogant and conceited, do you really think this is a friendly sparring match?"

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun snorted coldly, spread his crane wings, and joined the battlefield along with two other immortals.

The war is about to start.

Chapter 122 Breaking the Demon God's Seal

boom--!

The giant whale crashed into the tip of the spear, water splashed everywhere, and thunder roared. The entire square trembled.

Keqing commanded the Thousand Rock Army to retreat.

In a battle between executives and immortal-level combatants, ordinary soldiers have little chance of getting involved.

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her eyes fixed on the center of the battlefield.

"Is this the power of the Evil Eye that Ningguang was talking about, which the Fools created by imitating the Eye of God?"

Simultaneous manipulation of two elements is indeed something that ordinary possessors of the Eye of God cannot do.

But the young master is not facing ordinary people either.

They are all immortals who survived the war between demons and gods and lived through that era.

As expected, the two sides had only been fighting for a short time when the water elemental whale was pierced through by Xiao's spear.

The water sparkled and scattered, then was blasted into a sky full of rain and mist by the gale.

The young master was also hit by the gust of wind from the spear and staggered back several steps.

He gritted his teeth, and the Demon King Armor instantly deployed.

His entire body was covered in purplish-black armor, and his aura surged.

But this still couldn't hide the decline. Xiao's spear was too fast and too ruthless. The power that carried the dark wind element made even the other immortals choose to avoid it.

After being struck several times, the young master felt a strange force eroding into his body, like countless tiny insects burrowing into his blood vessels.

Under the onslaught of violent elemental forces, the floor of the Golden House finally gave way and shattered.

The people involved in the battle fell simultaneously into the vast space below the plaza.

Splash! Splash!

The young master used his hands to push away the falling rubble and stood up from the ruins.

The Demon King's armor was mostly damaged; a piece of the head armor was broken off, and blood flowed down his face, dripping onto the ground.

He wiped his face, looking utterly disheveled.

"I didn't originally want to use this method."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the group of immortals looking down at him, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the Unrestricted Talismans flew out from his arms.

They floated up and surrounded the young master.

The talisman glowed, and a unique power wave spread out.

The young master's lips curled up, revealing a hint of arrogance.

"The immortals of Liyue." His voice echoed in the empty underground space.

"Now, enjoy the rage of the Whirlpool Demon God after breaking the seal!"

He raised his hands high, and the power of the Unfettered Talisman grew stronger and stronger. The talisman began to burn, transforming into beams of light that shot into the sky.

The sky above Liyue Harbor, which had been clear and sunny, suddenly turned gloomy.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, like a giant black pot being overturned.

On the distant sea, waves surged and giant waves were taking shape.

However, none of the immortals showed any signs of panic or confusion.