Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"Insolence!" The Abyss Apostle was speechless with anger and then became furious, ready to teach Mu Xian a lesson.

Perhaps knowing these guys' tricks, Mu Xian glanced at Ying not far away.

As expected, Ying raised her hand to stop the Abyss Apostle's actions, turned to look at Mu Xian, only to find that Mu Xian was looking at her.

Although she was somewhat surprised, Ying didn't show it on her face, and her tone carried a hint of pressure: "Although I feel a little sorry for you, no one can stop me in any way."

"Whatever, I'm used to it anyway."

Mu Xian's tone was extremely calm. He paused, then looked up and asked, "Will I die? Or will I be brainwashed into an abyss monster?"

“You won’t die yet; this silt isn’t a curse of immortality.” The girl’s tone was much less oppressive: “However, I will resurrect you.”

Mu Xian had heard this kind of talk many times, and had become so used to it that he was somewhat annoyed.

These words seem designed to convince them, only to trample that trust underfoot time and time again.

"Don't say such things." Mu Xian said coldly, "You'd better not resurrect me as an abyss monster."

"I've said it before, the abyss isn't as hateful as you think, and I have no intention of resurrecting you as an abyssal monster."

Ying said meaningfully, "You will join the abyss sooner or later."

That same phrase again. Mu Xian had absolutely no idea why she was so confident.

"Sorry, I'm not like you."

Mu Xian walked up to Ying, his eyes cold: "What family ties, friendship... I don't have much of a connection with this world."

"I don't need you to save me, and I don't want you to save me. If I really help you, you'd better let me die here."

The boy, dragging his large black robe, walked to the center of the array. In addition to the purification device, there was another pitch-black machine in the center of the altar.

As Ying watched Mu Xian's resolute back, the coldness in Mu Xian's eyes told her that he was not lying; perhaps he truly had no attachment to this world.

No regrets? How could that be?

Ying has always believed in her own judgment; even if not now, the two of them were destined to be kindred spirits.

"Your Highness?" the Abyss Apostle asked tentatively, "May we begin?"

"Okay." Ying nodded, shifting her gaze from Mu Xian. "Let's begin."

After a moment of silence, Ying looked up at the Abyss Messenger behind her and said, "Go out and collect some Lumen Stones."

"Yes, Your Highness..."

The silt is not silt in the real sense, but a derivative of some kind of taboo. Otherwise, even if you hollow out Mu Xian's entire body, it wouldn't be able to hold much.

Just like the corpse of the Fools before, according to the rules of reality, the corpse could not possibly have oozed so much black liquid.

Sitting on the black machine, a series of mechanical roars came from all around. Mu Xian felt a sharp pain in his wrists as something resembling a catheter was inserted into his body.

She glanced at Ying, who was standing in the center of the barrier, continuously channeling her power into the purification device.

Seemingly noticing something, Ying looked at Mu Xian, only to see the boy sitting in the black machine with his eyes closed, looking like he was waiting to die.

Without the power of the fluorescent light, the surrounding black sludge gradually spread out, but in the next second it touched the machine's absorption range, and the sludge turned into smoke and gathered towards the black machine.

The transparent tube gradually darkened in color, eventually turning a dark purple, before being injected into Mu Xian's body.

Mu Xian could feel that the abyssal erosion within his body was gradually growing stronger. As the purification ritual continued, Mu Xian could even see his arms gradually turning black, becoming a dark purple color.

The erosion of his body gradually blurred his consciousness. In the blur, Mu Xian seemed to be able to see the light emitted by the purification device.

One stick of incense? Two sticks of incense?

Mu Xian didn't know how much time had passed. In a daze, the light before his eyes gradually disappeared, and something carried him out.

Mu Xian overheard some fragments of the conversation.

"The...palace ceremony...failed."

"Hope...discouragement."

"Your Highness... what should we do with this person?"

"Just leave it here. He said he didn't want me to save it."

The conversation gradually became clearer. Mu Xian felt himself being placed on the cold ground. In the distance, he could hear Ying's last words before leaving.

"Leave the lumen stone on him."

Her voice was icy cold; that was the voice of the princess from the abyss.

Silence fell once again, but in the silence, Mu Xian could hear the rustling of the surrounding mud.

Mu Xian didn't want to move; he just wanted to wait for the mud to engulf him. He just felt that dying like this would be rather unsightly.

After all, Mu Xian had seen his arms were incredibly dark before.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly realized that my hands were quite cold. No, it wasn't just my hands; my whole body was excessively cold.

Is it cold? What's cold about it? The rain in Mondstadt and the seawater of the Cloud Sea are the real cold.

It is said that people will have flashbacks of their past life before they die, but Mu Xian, who died twice, did not feel anything.

Perhaps he didn't feel anything at all; Mu Xian only felt a profound silence.

There's no need to please anyone, nor to hurt anyone deeply. This heart can simply settle down, and it should be settling down like this anyway.

but...

Mu Xian frowned. Why were there footsteps beside him again?

Chapter 19 Cheap Money Hires Cheap People

The footsteps sounded steady, but somewhat slow, so slow that they didn't seem like they were coming to rescue someone.

Mu Xian naturally hoped that the owner of the footsteps wouldn't save him, but the increasingly close noises beside him made him realize that the chances were slim.

He opened his eyes, but could not see the surrounding scenery. The darkness in his vision made Mu Xian realize that he was blind.

Mu Xian was unusually quiet. If death means the loss of all five senses, then Mu Xian was now one-fifth dead.

"You've changed so much in just a few days."

From the voice, Mu Xian recognized it as a man's. The man's words told Mu Xian that he knew her, but Mu Xian felt the voice was somewhat unfamiliar.

"My name is Daines Reb".

Mu Xian could sense the voice was right in front of him, and he always felt a sense of familiarity with the name.

Oh right, the man who rescued me when Ying kidnapped me.

Mu Xian understood, and was about to tell him to just wait here to die, when a voice from afar made him freeze in his throat.

"Little Wood?" No need for further explanation, just from that title, Mu Xian knew that the guy had arrived.

Looking towards the source of the sound, all they could see was darkness, but Mu Xian and the others could feel a rapid "tap-tap" sound.

Perhaps to avoid trouble, Mu Xian reluctantly stood up, not wanting her to see his current state.

The next second, Mu Xian felt something crash into him, and almost couldn't bear it, as if he saw "Wu Xiang's slash" again.

But this time there was no milky scent; instead, a faint plum blossom fragrance pulled Mu Xian, who had been knocked into a daze again, back to reality.

Mu Xian could feel someone holding him, and the chill around him slowly faded from the outside in, but his heart became restless.

Impatience? Perhaps a little, but not much, except that Walnut was hugging him way too tightly.

Mu Xian tried to break free, but he felt a heat on his neck, as if something was flowing down his neck.

"You...cry?"

"Where is it?"

Hu Tao released Mu Xian, her tone unchanged: "Little Mu, since you've abandoned Hu Tao, then I'll spit a handful of saliva on your neck."

"Don't you dare wipe it anymore, consider it a favor from me... Wait, how can you wipe it?"

Ignoring Hu Tao's words, Mu Xian wiped his neck with his hand, and the touch really did feel like some kind of liquid.

But if there's saliva, is there really that little on the neck?

Just then, something soft suddenly grabbed Mu Xian's right hand and pulled him forward.

"Little Wood, your hands and your body are so dark!"

Hu Tao's voice came out, and then Mu Xian could feel something rubbing against his forearm.

"Why can't I get it clean?"

"Little Wood, what's wrong with you?"

As Hu Tao spoke more and more urgently, Dai Yin, who hadn't spoken for a long time, also spoke up in time.

"This young lady's body has been infused with the filth of the abyss."

Dain said, "Although the Lumen Stone on the side is temporarily suppressing the filth, there is just too much filth hidden in his body."

"Then what should we do? Would it work if we smashed the lumen stone and let the little wooden thing swallow it?"

"The concentration of filth in his body is now beyond what Lumenite can purify."

Dain shook his head at the digression, then changed the subject: "However, there seems to be a purification device left over here."

"Although the purification device is designed for the curse of immortality, with a slight modification to the output circuit, the device can also..."

Mu Xian didn't hear the second half of the sentence; his hearing seemed to be gradually disappearing as well.

However, Mu Xian could still sense that someone had suddenly picked him up and taken him to a certain location.

The loss of his two senses allowed Mu Xian to experience the tranquility of being on the verge of death again, but the inability to perceive his surroundings made him feel somewhat stifled.

Feeling stifled, Mu Xian felt something being grasped. Judging by its texture, it resembled a lump of cloth with an unidentifiable shape, but Mu Xian ultimately couldn't discern anything.

After standing there for a long time, a sudden roar caused Mu Xian to collapse to the ground.

This time, many memories flashed through Mu Xian's mind, what people call near-death memories.

The memories are incomplete, but Mu Xian saw many people who should have been forgotten.

The boy stood in front of the blue-haired girl who was being criticized by the crowd. When the crowd dispersed, the boy was met with the blue-haired girl's harsh words and his mother's slap.

The boy held the book and told the story to the small, lonely figure in it. But the next moment, the boy holding the book was surrounded by his peers who laughed at his childishness. The small figure was among these peers, but they didn't see the boy; they only saw the joy of being part of the group.