Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The dusk of Bayun Island was dyed a sickly dark red by the steam from the Evil Eye Factory, as if the sky was rotting. Huge steel pipes were like the blood vessels of a giant beast, lurking between the sea cliffs, spewing turbid purple mist. Crystallized bone marrow accumulated into sharp reefs, whimpering under the waves, like the groaning of some imprisoned ancient consciousness.

Lin Huan stood on the conveyor belt at the highest point of the factory, her blue shirt fluttering in the fishy and salty sea breeze. The ancient zither "Raoliang" on her knees glowed with cold light, and the seven strings were condensed with gilded sand mined from the depths of the rock abyss, each grain of which contained the purest memory of the earth's veins.

“What a rare visitor.”

The lady's high heels crushed the broken wings of a mechanical bird, and the ice crystal mask reflected the eerie purple light in the factory. Behind her, thirty-six evil eye furnaces roared at the same time, and indigo flames rushed in the pipes, reflecting the entire sea like an abyss.

"Since when did the immortals of Liyue become interested in Zhidong's toys?"

Lin Huan plucked the strings of the zither with his fingertips, and a grain of gilded sand fell, turning into a shadow of a rock spear in midair, piercing the nearest evil eye manufacturing machine. The moment the machine exploded, black and purple evil spirit residue gushed out, but was then dispersed by the sound of the zither, turning into fine star sand that fell on the sea.

"Miss Rosalin's flames are more scorching than the black mud of the lava." She raised her eyes, reflecting the cold flames of the furnace. "It's a pity that the temperature of this evil eye factory... still lacks some precipitation from Liyue."

The lady's sneer was mixed with the sound of ice crystals breaking. She raised her hand and waved it, and the entire conveyor belt froze instantly, with ice spikes piercing Lin Huan like thorns. The sound of the piano suddenly changed, and a barrier made of rock elements rose from the ground. At the moment when ice and rock collided, the dome of the factory was blown away by the shock wave, revealing a cloudy sky.

"Use the opponent's force to counterattack?" The lady's flaming whip tore through the air, and the tip of the whip rolled up the burning mechanical wreckage. "Unfortunately, the fairy's trick can't save anyone."

Lin Huan did not answer. As the strings of the zither vibrated, the veins of the entire factory appeared under her feet, and the golden rock elements flowed like living things. The broken sword slid out of the zither case, and the faded cloth wrapped around the blade vaguely showed the pattern of the Wangsheng Hall.

“Using the dead’s stuff to ward off disaster?” The lady’s ice crystal mask cracked, revealing the burned tattoo of flowing fire underneath. “No wonder Zhongli wanted to put you in a cat’s skin.”

The sound of the zither suddenly rose, piercing through the steam and black fog like a dragon's roar. Runes lit up on the jade bracelet on Lin Huan's wrist, and wind crystal butterflies emerged from the cracks in the zither. Wherever their wings passed, the purple-black color of the crystallized bone marrow gradually faded, revealing its original paleness.

"Mr. Zhongli taught me," she said, running her fingertips across the gap in the broken sword, "some tricks require five hundred years to dismantle."

The lady's pupils shrank suddenly. She controlled the abandoned evil eye manufacturing machine and smashed it towards the piano stand, but it was crushed into powder by the rock pattern chain in mid-air. The phantom of Mond emerged in the dust - the young Rosalin and Rustan embraced each other in the wind, and the broken sword of the Knight of Favonius had the flaming sword tassel wrapped with unburned dandelions.

"stop!"

The flame butterfly and ice spikes burst out at the same time, but melted into mist the moment they touched the piano platform. Lin Huan's sword tip picked up the illusion fragments, and the rock element outlined a mine tunnel map of the rock abyss on it.

"Look, the curse from five hundred years ago is still gnawing at the souls of the living."

The lady's ice crystal crown cracked, and flames burst out from the cracks. She raised her hand, and the evil eye furnaces in the entire factory overloaded at the same time, and the indigo flames turned into huge waves and rushed towards Lin Huan.

A yellowed sheet of music floated out of the guitar case. The ancient Mondstadt language of "The Epic of the Silence of the Sea" was being recomposed by the rock element. Lin Huan's broken sword pierced into the earth veins, and the moment the guitar strings broke, the sound waves overturned the entire row of reactors.

In the blast, the lady stumbled back, and the ice crystal mask fell off, revealing the tattoo underneath that was eroded by the abyss.

“How much do you think you can see through?” She screamed, turning the flaming spear and stabbing it into her chest, black fire gushing out, “Back then in the Layered Abyss, didn’t you also cry like a—”

The rain-like piano music interrupted her words. The rock elements gathered into a blue dragon phantom, and the dragon claws grasped a rusty West Wind Knight's cloak buckle. Lin Huan's blue shirt was agitated by the elemental force, and the dragon scale pattern vaguely appeared on his neck.

"I am crying for the sincerity of mortals being crushed into dust by fate," she said in a voice as cold as snow. "Where is Miss Rosalin?"

The Azure Dragon shadow inserted the cloak buckle into the core of the console, and the melody of "A Thousand Winds at Dawn" suddenly rang throughout the factory. The rusty assembly line slowly unfolded, revealing the altar hidden inside - in the glass jar surrounded by charred wings, half of the incomplete Eye of God was soaked, and Yan's heart was locked with an unburned dandelion seed.

"Yu Qing's information is half true and half false," Lin Huan's broken sword picked up the merchant ship log under the operating table, "The Heart of God did stay here..." The rock element outlined the silhouette of the Eightfold Son of God in the void, "Just enough for Lord Gong to engrave some memories into the crystallized bone marrow."

The lady's flaming gun fell to the ground, and the sparks ignited the diary. A piece of candy paper fell between the yellowed pages, and on it was Lin Huan's handwriting from four hundred years ago -

**"I would like to exchange the blue dragon's reverse scale for the world's Chang'an"**

The moment the flames devoured the words, the altar glass shattered, and the incomplete Eye of God fell into the lady's palm.

"Why... not destroy it?" Her question was mixed with the hum of machinery.

Lin Huan stroked the strings of the zither, and the gilded sand flowed from his fingertips: "Mr. Zhongli said - "The broken sword pierced the core of the control console, and the entire factory began to sink," "The amber shattered and sparks appeared."

Amid the roar of the seawater backflowing, the Eye of God glowed with aurora. When the rock element butterfly lifted the two of them out of the sea, the lady saw Lin Huan's blue shirt transformed into a ragdoll cat, with half of the broken blade of the West Wind Sword hooked on its claws.

"Tell Buratino..." She threw the Eye of God into the Eye of the Final Array, and ice and fire intertwined to form a rainbow bridge, "He owes me the theater tickets, and he should pay me back with Mondstadt's morning dew."

The ragdoll cat squatted on the floating piano case, its glass-like pupils reflecting the glass lilies rising from the seabed. The lady's cloak fluttered in the sea breeze, and for the first time in five hundred years, she hummed the "Thousand Winds at Dawn" that Rustam had not finished teaching her.

In the sound of waves, the dandelion seeds in the eyes of God suddenly sprouted, and sparks of light burst out on the Rainbow Bridge, just like the never-extinguished wind that rose from the sky that year.