Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

"Why are you so calm?" Ying's voice revealed obvious fatigue.

For her, all this happened too suddenly, not only because Xiaonan suddenly turned into a monster, but also because she suddenly came to this world from Musk Reef and suddenly traveled to a year later.

These things happened in just four days, leaving her no time to breathe.

It's not that she hasn't experienced such exhaustion before, nor has she never felt despair, but it is precisely because of this that she feels pain about this exhaustion and despair. She seems to see the destroyed country again.

"I've seen it so many times, and I'm mentally prepared, so I don't feel anything." Sang's tone was even when he spoke, as if what they had just experienced was as insignificant as a cloud passing through the sky.

But Ying knew very well that no matter how much he closed his emotions, he could still feel the sadness he should feel. The reason why Sang was like this might be that he had always been in sadness and pain.

What exactly happened in this short year?

Ying didn't know. She looked at Sangge, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything. She didn't know when Guiyan came to her side. Only then did she realize that Guiyan's eyes had always been very similar to Sangge's now.

Is the returning swallow also always in sorrow?

Ying thought of Guiyan's village, the villagers who might have died long ago, and the words she heard in the village and in the Earthly Immortal Temple - perhaps she should have investigated the situation in the village clearly at the very beginning.

Just as Ying's thoughts were in a mess, Sang suddenly sat down on the spot. He looked up at the sky, and his face showed even deeper emotions.

"You guys go." He placed his sword horizontally in front of him. This sword was not the one Sangge wore when Ying first met him. This sword was obviously sharper, and the two big words "Tian Cang" were engraved on the scabbard and the sword.

There is also a deep blue gem below the words on the sword. The beautiful color is just like the night sky, quiet and moving, bringing a sense of peace.

"I have also been possessed by the devil. While I am still conscious, let's go quickly, the farther the better." Sang said as he tore open the clothes on his chest, revealing his chest.

There was a face exactly like his, but there were no scars on that face, nor any traces of vicissitudes like he had now. It was more like the Sangge in Ying's impression, but Ying knew very well that this Sangge was a fake.

She saw the scarlet flash in Sang's eyes and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth. This face made her shudder, and at the same time made her realize that Sang was beyond help.

"Where should we go?" Ying asked, but she knew that the answer to this question could not be taught to her by anyone else.

Sangge also knew it, so he didn't say anything. He looked past Ying, wanting to take one last look at Linyuan City and Xiaonan.

Ying also looked back, but she saw the sudden burst of red light in the city and a huge figure slowly standing up from the center of the city. She knew that she had to leave.

"Ying, where should we go?" Guiyan followed behind Ying and asked this question that had no answer.

"I don't know!" Ying wanted to say that, but she didn't want to let Guiyan fall into despair. The color of the sky was getting darker and darker, and night was about to fall, and they hadn't even returned to the town yet.

Ying even doubted whether they could survive the night.

But as she watched the world grow increasingly darker, the conversations she had heard during the two previous illusions suddenly rang in her mind:

“Are there really immortals in the world?”

"Yes, of course!"

"You're lying. You haven't seen it before..."

"How do you know I haven't seen it?"

"We are all in the same village. If anyone has seen an immortal, how could I not know about it?"

"Because the immortal told me not to tell anyone that I had seen him."

"Then...how did you tell me?"

"Aren't you looking for someone to help you? Don't worry, we are doing good things, and the immortal won't hold it against us."

"But, isn't it said that the immortals have been possessed by demons?"

"But I think that immortal is quite normal. He doesn't look like he's possessed by a demon."

"Well, I hope it's a good immortal."

……

"My Immortal, if I only say your name, can I make my wish come true?"

"Then I hope my parents will stop quarreling, and I hope that bad uncle will not appear again."

"Is it possible? Can my wish really come true?"

"Are you really a good immortal?"

"Then I'll tell you, your name is——"

……

name?

Which immortal did these two people in the fantasy world meet? Was it because she said the immortal's name that the village became what it is now?

The immortal who was possessed by a demon destroyed everything, but what if it was an immortal who was not possessed by a demon?

Would saying his name make everything right?

Ying knew that everything was not that simple, otherwise if she just called out "Bai Han", wouldn't the problem be solved?

But the more critical the situation is, the more people will not miss any opportunity.

She wanted to call out the name of an immortal right now, or to be more precise, she wanted to call out the name of a god.

She was sent to a year later by a powerful immortal who was possessed by a demon. So what she needed was someone who could control time.

After suppressing the name of her best friend that she wanted to call out the most in her mind, what she thought of was a very unreliable god of freedom who loved drinking.

“The wind brings the seeds of stories, and time makes them germinate.”

Time and wind, on the continent of Teyvat, the two seem to have some kind of inseparable relationship.

So, with a hint of hope and a hint of emotion, Ying called out the honorific name of the god -

"Barbatos——"

In an instant, she once again felt her connection with Teyvat. A sea of ​​dancing dandelions appeared before her eyes, she saw the vast plains of Mondstadt, and she felt the intoxicating scent of poetry and wine.

The city-state of poetry and freedom, the starting point of the story.

A strong yet gentle wind blew across Ying's cheek, and she finally saw hope at this moment.

"Returning Swallow!"

Ying smiled. She held Guiyan's hand, and they both felt the gentle breeze and the warm breath.

"I found the way back, let's go back together!"

Guiyan looked at Ying at a loss. She was surprised by this sudden situation. In this dark age, all things that had never been seen would bring danger, and all new experiences would often end in pain and death.

But this time, she felt at ease and calm, and even wanted to laugh, to laugh heartily. She had never felt this way since the immortal became a demon.

She seemed to smell the bitter taste of dandelion wine, hear the melodious music of the harp and the soulful singing of the poet.

She looked at Ying who was also looking at her, and the dry part of her heart seemed to be nourished by the dew and began to become active again.

"Ying." Gui Yan called Ying softly. She wanted to ask what had happened, but she didn't say it out loud. Looking at the cute girl in front of her, she fell into her arms and fell into a deep sleep.