Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The candlelight in the castle tower seemed particularly heavy in the afternoon when a rainstorm was about to hit. When Ying pushed the three account books onto the long desk in front of the emperor, the sound of Kanjo Bugyo Hiiragi Shinsuke's Adam's apple rolling could be clearly heard. The pile of yellowed pages contained Niwa's sword-forging notes, and burnt brown blood stains were seeping from the edge of the "Tading Sand Mine Vein Map".

"Is this the price of eternity?" General Lei Dian's fingertips swept across the account book, and his voice, like the sound of metal hitting metal, shook off the dust on the beam. "Three hundred and forty-seven corpses bitten by the evil eye, twenty-six thousand acres of scorched earth defiled by the evil god... Numbers are nothing but testimony of the weakness of ants."

Before Ying opened her mouth, Kujo Sara took half a step forward and presented a secret order: "General, please be wise. The Evil Eye Factory was indeed the work of Zhidong..." Before he finished speaking, Tianling Bugyo Kujo Takayuki snatched the document, and the torn paper pages of his gilded armor flew away, startling the birds under the eaves.

"Ridiculous!" He threw the fragments at Ying, but the evil black mist that ignited on the edge of the paper was swallowed up by Niwa's blood letter. "It was this stranger who repeatedly assisted the rebels in attacking the shogunate..."

The moment the thunder split the sky, the camphor door was knocked open by the sulfur-smelling sea breeze. Yu Qing stepped into the hall on the thunder, and the iron flower pendant on her neck resonated with the thunder pattern on the floor tiles, making a buzzing sound. The executive officer's cloak was still stained with the ash from the stepping sand, but in his palm was the most common tea rice in Wancheng Street, and the rice fragrance wrapped in the sourness of pickled plums spread over the gilded beams.

"Allow me to add a side dish." The moment the glass cup knocked against the table, Kujo Takayuki's sword was covered with ice cracks. "Three days ago, the Winter Ship delivered twenty boxes of crystal bone marrow to the young master's villa in Liyue." He flicked his finger, and the pocket watch projected the secret account flow of Fontaine Bank. "So the eternity of the isolation order depends on the watering of Winter Mora?"

Hiiragi Shinsuke's pupils suddenly contracted. Ying took the opportunity to press the remains of the evil eye in front of the emperor. When the evil god Black Mist touched Niwa's blood, it wailed: "The screams of Tadashi Sand four hundred years ago and the whimpering of the evil eye's soul-devouring today... General, can't you hear that it is the same elegy?"

General Raiden’s naginata was across Yu Qing’s neck: “Executive Officer, you have overstepped your boundaries.”

The rice spoon hit the blade, and the rice grains splashed on the armor like unopened cherry buds. "This is the old rice for Kamisato Yashiki's disaster relief." Yu Qing let the blade cut through his skin, and the ice crystals mixed with the ground star sand slid down, "And the Kujo family is using the profits from the evil eye to hold a tea party - using the ice glaze tea cups I presented to them."

Kujo Sara suddenly turned around, and the gift list slipped from the master's sleeve and unfolded: "Respectfully present to Kujo Sang, a pair of winter kiln-changed cups, presented by Yu Qing." A heavy rain poured down from the eaves, and the raindrops shattered in the cold light of the general's naginata.

"Eternity should not be a feast for the rich to share." The rock element condensed on the tip of the fluorescent finger, and Professor Lin Huan's geomancy emerged from the remains of the evil eye. The memories of the suffering of the Inazuma Islands flowed like a revolving lantern: the eye hunter ordered the soldiers to hide the children's balls, the shrine maiden stuffed the sacred cherry branch to the old man coughing up blood, and the shogunate clerks drew graffiti of resistance on the corners of the account book...

A sharp sound of gears jamming suddenly came from Yu Qing's chest. He tore open his clothes to reveal a mechanical skeleton, and the glass heart glowed brightly between the iron thorns - it was the old stone forged from Danyu's heart, with the evil thunder pattern on the surface as ferocious as claws, but the rock element veins inside flowed with the gentleness of four hundred years of infiltration of the earth veins.

"Look, General, eternity is cracking." His fingertips tapped the glass heart, and the roots of the divine cherry trembled in response. The copper-cast lightning pattern under the floor tiles of the castle tower suddenly spread with rock element marks, resonating with Ying's star sand to form the final formation. The black fog of the evil god seeped into the cracks in the ground like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and the blade that Jiujo Takayuki suddenly stabbed at Ying was frozen by an invisible force - Yu Qing's mechanical fingers were pulling the winter mechanism wire purchased by Tianling Fengxing last year.

In the chaos, Hiiragi Shinsuke pounced on the account book, but tore up the bloody fingerprints of the Tadashi sand miners in the interlayer. The divine eye of Kujo Sara burst into lightning, and the purgatory scene of four hundred years ago was projected in the air: Niwa stuffed the last kettle into the child, and the moment his chest touched the crystal core of the evil god, his heart condensed into glass in the high temperature of the furnace.

"This is the true appearance of eternity." Yu Qing inserted the iron flower pendant into the groove of the glass heart, and the Liyue secret code engraved by Lin Huan appeared on the surface of the old stone. General Lei Dian's naginata fell to the ground with a bang, smashing the eternal lightning pattern on the marble floor.

The moment the rainstorm broke through the window paper, Yu Qing was still as a broken sculpture. The bowl of cold tea rice was steaming, and the rice grains formed the ancient Liyue script in the sea breeze - "Be compassionate, do not rejoice". The tears of Kujo Sara mixed with the rain and hit the broken glass pieces, watering the green glass lilies.

When Ying picked up the iron flower pendant, she saw the tiny calligraphy on the back: "May the general know that the human heart can carve eternity and warm the divine cherry." General Lei Dian leaned over to touch the new buds, and the blood droplets from the flower thorns on his fingertips fell into the cracks in the ground. From the depths of the Pure Land came the sigh of the prototype of "Hina" - the first-generation doll that was melted was humming the sword-forging folk song of Tadashi Sand in the ruins of memory.

Yu Qing's last disintegrated mechanical knuckles still pointed to the pocket watch projection: the winter battleship slowly sank in the thunderstorm, and the shogunate traitor on the lifeboat was being pecked at by the rock sparrow to eat the secret letter. Deep in the rain, the blood lily in Lin Huan's hair bloomed to its fullest, and the tip of the petal condensed the lady's broken ice crystal mask.