Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Yunhe Guanlan, my heart follows the waves

The inky black between heaven and earth was so thick it threatened to drip. The salty wind was no longer a flowing breath, but had transformed into countless cold, clammy tentacles, entwining the jagged rocks of Lonely Cloud Pavilion and attempting to penetrate the very bones of the watchers. The raging waves crashed with resolute force beneath their feet, the shattered silver beads swallowed by the deeper darkness before they could even fall. The sea seemed to have become a gigantic, boiling cauldron, roiling with endless resentment and malice.

Xiao's figure resembled a cold, emerald rock, a stone of timeless beauty. His gaze, shrouded by his Nuo mask, was like two eternal flames, piercing through all illusion and chaos, fixated on the ominous, wriggling, and expanding shadow at the junction of sea and sky. The deep hum of the Heyu Kite and the disturbed, sealed wail deep within the rock beneath his feet combined into a cold, murderous requiem that only he could hear.

Lin Huan stood quietly beside him, her wide sleeves of azure robe fluttering in the strong wind. Rock patterns embroidered with gold thread flowed across them, radiating a shimmer as calm and profound as the earth. She didn't resist the storm; she became part of it. Her spiritual awareness, like countless thin yet resilient threads, reached every ripple and surge of energy on the battlefield. What she "saw" wasn't what the mortal eye would see, but rather the rush of energy, the clash of wills, and... the violent trembling of the threads of fate.

Suddenly, thunder roared out of silence!

A dazzling, domineering golden light ripped through the gloomy sky! It was neither sun nor moon, but the magnificent divine might unleashed by the pinnacle of human wisdom and conviction—the Qun Yu Pavilion! It pushed aside the turbid clouds, and the vast light and shadow cast from its towering pedestal resembled the palanquin of a god patrolling the heavens. With an almost tragic and resolute resolve, it slashed through the long night and headed straight for the boiling sea of ​​demons!

Streams of light illuminated Solitary Cloud Pavilion. Xiao's Nuo mask lifted in a cold, hard arc, and a fleeting golden light flickered across the metal surface. Lin Huan's clear eyes, as the brilliant light tracked across them, reflected not only grandeur but also a profound complexity, a clear understanding of its price. She could sense the will of Condensed Light above the palace, like cold-tempered steel, the stellar power of the Traveler blazing brightly, and most clearly, the soul flame of Shen He's determination, suddenly rising from beneath the frozen sea, incinerating everything!

The torch of civilization completely ignited the rage of the abyss.

"boom--!!!"

The sea is broken.

Following the trajectory of the Jade Pavilion, the sea surface suddenly collapsed, forming a despairing abyss that swallowed the light! Unparalleled force violently tore through the ocean, and a pitch-black tornado, connecting the sky and the sea, swirling and roaring with endless resentment, suddenly took shape. With the power to annihilate all things, it devoured the golden brilliance!

Then, a demon's roar that had been accumulated for thousands of years and was powerful enough to tear apart the soul shattered the silence of the universe!

"The remaining power of the vortex"—Bache! Its body, as massive as a mountain, suddenly descended, its dark blue scales flowing with the foul light of decay and hatred. Its single remaining eye burned with a deep poisonous flame directed at the God of Rock and all his creations, fixed firmly on the unyielding light in the sky!

In an instant, the war was pushed to the extreme of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"Beat the drum! Pivot back into place! Release!"

On the coastline, Keqing's command, clear as a dragon's roar, sliced ​​through the storm like a sharp sword! The Guizhong Machine Array, already resonating with the earth's veins, roared like a prehistoric beast. Its specially crafted giant crossbows, trailing brilliant and deadly elemental flames, like a meteor shower in reverse time, crashed headfirst into Bazhe's steely torso, exploding with destructive energy halos!

"Southern Cross! Fight to the death! Blast that one-eyed creature through for me!"

Beidou's bold and heroic war cry overwhelmed the wind and waves! Like a pack of sea sharks driven by death, the Death Star fleet fiercely cut into the battlefield's flanks, their crossbows blazing, and the flames of explosions continuously bursting through the demon's tough scales. With the courage of mortals, they fought against the might of gods and demons!

Lin Huan's fingers curled unconsciously at her sides, their tips cold. Her spiritual sense could clearly "feel" the frantic tearing of the earth's veins by the raging force of the Bazhe, and even more so, "hear" the teeth-grinding sound of the humans' crossbows striking their Origin Shields with all their might. Her gaze swept over the Southern Cross Fleet, tossed like grains of corn in the all-consuming raging waves, yet fighting relentlessly. She saw Keqing, standing tall on the shore, commanding with composure, her lips pursed to a pale white. And then there were the Thousand Rocks soldiers, whose mortal bodies roared as they pushed the heavy crossbow triggers, their muscles bulging and nearly tearing...

An unconcealable worry stained her beautiful brows. It wasn't disbelief, but she knew the gap was as chasm as a chasm. The calm power field around her began to ripple slightly, as if a stone had been dropped into a calm pond.

At this moment, a long and clear crane cry, like a spring from the sky, suddenly pierced the airspace filled with violent energy and bloody murderous intent!

Amidst shimmering celestial light, a crane, with luxuriant wings and a graceful demeanor, leisurely landed on the rocks beside them, its claws gently tapping the rock ridge, soundlessly. It was none other than True Monarch Liuyunjiefeng. With a graceful bend of her neck, her clear, world-savvy eyes swept across the devastating battlefield in the distance, finally resting on Lin Huan.

Her voice was as cold and clear as the sound of jade chimes, and carried with it a hint of her usual condescending scrutiny. "Tsk, Shen He, this kid, when he gets reckless, he's quite a bit like me back in my day—just like a certain junior master-disciple…both of them are people who make us worry."

Her arrival did not bring relief to the pressure of reinforcements. Instead, it was like a light but very noticeable feather falling next to an extremely taut bowstring.

Lin Huan was slightly startled. The invisible pressure on his shoulders seemed to ease slightly under Xianhe's clear gaze: "Master Liuyun..."

Xiao's Nuo mask turned slightly towards the crane for a moment as a greeting, and then his eyes were fixed on the giant beast in the sea without saying anything more.

Liu Yun ignored Xiao's indifference, his long neck raised slightly, like a strict teacher reviewing his students' lessons: "Look at the icy power this talisman unleashes. It's abundant, yet not pure enough... The angle is off by a whopping three centimeters! If it weren't for the urgency, she really should have been sent back to the mountains to retrain..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen He's figure appeared on the battlefield like an ice-blue lightning, facing the huge waves raised by Ba Che, and the talisman in his hand burst into astonishing brilliance.

"Hmph, but... you have made some progress." A very faint, almost imperceptible satisfaction finally revealed in the tone of Master Liuyun, but then turned into a more sharp criticism, "...but this fighting style of exchanging injuries for lives is ultimately inferior! Stupid!" The word "stupid" was filled with a heartache that was difficult to conceal.

Lin Huan's eyes followed Shen He's every thrilling move, and his fingertips quietly pressed against his palm.

Zhenjun Liuyun suddenly turned his head, his piercing crane eyes gazing at Lin Huan. His tone seemed teasing, yet it also held a deeper meaning. "How is it, little Huanhuan? Do you see? This is the 'human world' you risked half your life to protect. Though the candlelight is dim, it continues to burn, endlessly. Now, there's a new child for whom I'm willing to burn myself to the ground."

These words were like a stone dropped into the lake of Lin Huan's heart, sending ripples of complex emotions cascading through her mind. Five hundred years ago, the bloody battle on the rocks, the searing pain of karma, the heart-wrenching regret of parting with an old friend... countless images instantly surged through her mind, only to slowly settle before the magnificent and vibrant scene before her. She gazed at Shen He's unwavering resolve, at the desperate men fighting on the sea, and a faint, comforting smile, like the moon breaking through the clouds, finally crept onto the corners of her lips.

"I saw it, Master." She said softly. Although her voice was soft, it carried a kind of calm determination. "Thousands of candlelights have become a galaxy."

Zhenjun Liuyun seemed to snort and turned his gaze back to the battlefield. Crane Feather still remained absolutely clean and elegant in the chaotic energy wind, as if she was not standing on the brink of disaster, but just stopping to watch a scenery that had nothing to do with her.

From beginning to end, Xiao remained silent as a rock. Only at the moment when the behemoth let out its death wail and Shenhe's power erupted at its most brilliant, did his knuckles on the Hepu Yuan loosen, barely perceptible, for a moment. His Adam's apple, hidden from view beneath his Nuo mask, rolled ever so slightly.

Finally, Ba Che let out a shrill, earth-shattering wail of unwillingness, its massive body disintegrating into a torrential downpour of foul matter, slamming back into the surging sea and gradually sinking. The cheers of humanity and the lingering fury of the waves intertwined, playing a tragic song of triumph.

True Lord Liuyun fluttered his wings, as if to shake off the dust and noise that had stained them. "The farce is over. I will go and check on that ignorant disciple, lest she really tear herself apart."

The fairy light flowed, and the crane shadow flew away without leaving a trace.

Silence returned to Solitary Cloud Pavilion, the only sound remaining of the sea breeze, as if blowing away the weight that had accumulated for millennia. Lin Huan let out a gentle sigh, and together with the dark green figure beside him, they stood silently on the reef's summit, like two silent monuments that had witnessed the passage of time and remained faithful to their duty.

Her gaze swept across the gradually calming sea, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in Liyue Harbor. The land in her heart, once burned by blood and fire, seemed to be gently illuminated by new starlight.