Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Nasita, hidden in the shadows, silently watched Haibasha's figure, a barely perceptible worry flashing across her brow.

Her voice, like a gentle breeze across a lake, quietly reached Ying and her companions' ears: "Such symptoms could never be the so-called 'period of serene perfection'... This is probably a sign that the spirit is being eroded by forbidden knowledge."

Ying stared at Haibasha, whose expression was feverish and whose eyes were glazed over, and her heart tightened. She shouted, "Wake up, Haibasha!"

This shout was like a thunderclap that shattered the silence, making Haibasha shudder.

She abruptly took half a step back, her face showing a mixture of fear and defensiveness, and whispered in a trembling voice:

"Ah...! How...how could you do this to me? Why...why is everyone avoiding me?"

Her eyes were filled with confusion and grievance, like a child abandoned by the world, murmuring to herself: "I have clearly found the wisdom of the gods... I should be the one who treks through endless darkness and finally touches the light!"

"I deserve to be praised and accepted..."

In her current understanding, all of this should have happened naturally.

Paimon called out softly with concern, "Hypasha..."

The voice was like a gentle ray of moonlight, yet it only brought Haibasha a deeper sense of loss. She slowly lowered her head, her voice almost a murmur: "It should... be like this..."

Suddenly, as if realizing her current state, her pupils contracted, her expression became dazed, and she murmured softly, "Wait... could it be... that I... have gone mad?"

How could she even realize that?

This self-awareness... is the beginning of clarity.

The fact that they can still reflect on themselves shows that their souls haven't been completely lost—there's still hope.

A heavy silence filled the air. Ying gazed at Haibaxia's slender back, a pang of sorrow rising in her heart. She wanted to comfort her, yet feared that her careless words might push the other into an even deeper abyss.

Just then, a familiar consciousness quietly invaded her mind, gentle yet firm.

The next moment, it felt as if her body no longer belonged to her.

“Naxida?” Ying asked softly from the depths of her consciousness.

“It’s me, Ying.” Nasita’s voice flowed like a clear spring, carrying a soothing power. “We made a promise that I would remain behind the scenes as the last trump card.”

"But at this moment... I am no longer willing to stand idly by."

"Let me borrow your body, okay?"

Ying paused slightly, then nodded in her heart: "Okay. I'll leave Haibasha in your care."

"Leave it to me." Nasita chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a reassuring warmth.

The dialogue between consciousnesses lasts only a moment.

In an instant, Ying's eyes shone with a warm emerald green and a deep crimson, as if stars had fallen into her eyes.

She walked slowly toward Haibasha, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Haibasha, don't be afraid, calm down."

She gently placed her hand on Haibaxia's trembling shoulder, a soft, emerald-green light flowing from her palm, like dewdrops sliding down the veins of a leaf, slowly seeping into her body.

"Your mental state is fine, you can feel it, right? You are still yourself."

Haibasha's eyes were unfocused, still filled with hesitation: "Really...really? But...everyone's avoiding me, their eyes...are so unfamiliar..."

“No, that’s not true~” Nasita smiled gently, her smile as warm as the sun melting ice and snow. “That’s not estrangement, it’s concern. It’s because you’re so special that they don’t know what to do.”

"You can see the gods, what a precious miracle that is. It's just that... the gods you see are different from how they remember you. They are afraid that you will not be understood, which is why they seem flustered."

She gently stroked Haibasha's shoulder, her voice growing softer: "You're fine, really. You did nothing wrong, and you're not alone."

"Now, go to sleep. Close your eyes and let your mind calm down. When you wake up, everything will be alright."

Whispers lingered in my ears like a lullaby.

Haibasha's tense expression gradually relaxed, and the helplessness in her eyes slowly faded.

"Go to sleep... everything will be alright when you wake up..." she murmured repeatedly, walking slowly into the depths of the Zenna Temple, her back as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.

Until that figure disappeared at the end of the quiet corridor.

The emerald green and crimson in the fluorescent eyes quietly dissipated, restoring the original clear color.

Iya stepped forward, gazed into the distance, and asked softly, "Was that... my sister just now?"

Ying nodded.

Yiya smiled broadly, her smile full of admiration: "Sister is so gentle."

Indeed, Nasita is the gentlest and kindest deity!

The tone throughout this entire passage is so gentle it's as if it could coax someone back to an embryonic state... it truly evokes a mother's sense of comfort and compassion.

[Nasita, with the appearance of a little girl, hides the heart of a loving mother!]

She is the woman I would call "mother".

[Are you always attentive to your patients' emotional fluctuations? Nasita, you're so gentle it's heartbreaking!]

Paimon said softly, "I see... I knew you seemed a little different earlier, so it was Nasita."

Ying smiled slightly, her eyes gentle, and was about to respond.

However, in that instant, her and Yi Ya's expressions suddenly changed, and their eyes looked around at the same time—a barely perceptible killing intent filled the air, as if an invisible spider web was quietly tightening.

Almost at the same moment, Nasita's cool and calm voice resounded in their hearts:

"Watch out, something's off about the atmosphere around us!"

Before the words were finished, two crimson sword shadows, as red as blood, appeared from the void, their blades trembling slightly, as if they possessed a spirit.

Without hesitation, Ying and Yiya each grasped their own longsword, the icy touch in their palms causing their hearts to race.

Ying lowered her voice, her tone grave: "Someone's coming."

Iya frowned, his gaze sweeping across the depths of the jungle, and whispered, "There's more than one... They're closing in from all sides, trying to trap us here!"

The wind in the woods suddenly stopped, and even the cicadas' chirping fell silent. This tranquil place in front of the Zen Garden gate instantly became the eye of the storm.

Ying's eyes sharpened, and she made a decisive decision: "We can't wait for them to surround us! Let's charge out together!"

If they hold fast to the gates of the Zen Garden, no one can easily break in—but they will also be trapped in a small space, unable to move.

Once the encirclement is complete, it will be like catching a turtle in a jar.

Now is the last chance to break through!

As soon as she finished speaking, Ying drew her sword and rushed out, her figure as fast as lightning, shattering the silence.

Iya followed closely behind, his longsword flashing with a cold light, his steps firm.

Paimon exclaimed in surprise and immediately floated up, flapping his wings rapidly to keep up with the two.

The moment the three of them broke through the barrier of the Zen Garden, the scene before them was startling—

The surrounding dense forest rustled, and dark shadows flashed as squads of mercenaries clad in gold-patterned armor surged out like a tide, wielding sharp blades and their eyes filled with menacing intent.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, clearly those of a well-trained elite force. They quickly formed a semi-circular encirclement, pressing forward relentlessly.

Ying's eyes were slightly cold, her white dress fluttered, and the gemstones embedded in the hem suddenly lit up, flashing with four colors of light: blue, yellow, purple, and green, as if stars had fallen to earth.

Those were the four elemental forces she possessed—wind, rock, lightning, and grass—all awakening at that moment.

At the same time, a pair of burning wings suddenly unfurled behind Iya, and a wave of scorching heat swept around. Golden light flowed deep within his eyes, as if a god had descended upon the world.

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts in perfect harmony without needing a word.

"on!"

With a furious roar, Yi Ya raised his longsword high and swung it down fiercely—a blazing blade of fire tore through the air and hurtled forward with the force to incinerate everything!

Almost at the same moment, Ying leaped up, her sword sweeping across, followed closely by a sharp wind blade!

The wind blade, though arriving later, struck the flame blade precisely. The two collided but did not dissipate; instead, they merged and surged together.

The gale-force winds carried the raging flames, causing the temperature to soar. The flames, propelled by the wind, transformed into towering waves of fire, sweeping forward at an even faster pace!

The gilded brigade soldiers charging at the front felt a scorching heat wash over them. Before they could react, the gale tore through their armor, flames scorched their flesh, and they screamed in agony. With just this one blow, their formation collapsed, and the ranks were thrown into chaos.

Without hesitation, Ying switched to grass elemental power and lightly touched the ground with the tip of her sword—in an instant, emerald green life force spread from the earth, and the grass grew wildly, full of vitality.

But she didn't stop. She quickly sheathed her sword, steadily lifted the terrified Paimon with one hand, and firmly gripped Iya's wrist with the other.

Then, he was surrounded by purple light, and the power of lightning element surged within his body.

"go!"

In the next instant, her figure transformed into a purple arrow, tearing through the air and shooting out from the gap in the enemy formation at an astonishing speed!

Swift as a flash of lightning, it broke through the encirclement in an instant.

Behind them, the gilded brigade, filled with shock and anger, turned around to give chase.

However, the grass element that had just been laid down by the glow instantly underwent an intensified reaction under the stimulation of the lightning element—

The vines grew wildly like snakes, thick and tough, intertwining layer upon layer to form a natural barrier, blocking the pursuers' path.

But this obstacle is ultimately temporary.

If it were just these vines, the enemy would quickly break through the barrier and pursue again.

After all, with Caesar absent, the royalists practically control the power and military strength of the entire Sumeru region. The group currently hunting them down is a powerful organization almost supported by the state apparatus.

Against such an opponent, delaying is pointless. They must completely shake off their pursuers and absolutely cannot be dragged into a war of attrition.

Because once they are entangled, what awaits them is an endless barrage of attacks.

Although Ying and Yiya were exceptionally strong, the memory of that time in the Ziwei Star Palace was still vivid in their minds—tens of thousands of soldiers attacked in turn, and they fought valiantly until they were exhausted and fell into a pool of blood.

At that moment, they finally understood: even ants can devour an elephant, and even the strongest warriors cannot withstand the relentless crushing force of sheer numbers.

Therefore, the only way to survive is to escape.

It is either a swift victory or a retreat while fighting.

There is absolutely no turning back.

Seeing that the vines were about to be broken, Ying's eyes darkened, and she stomped her foot!

boom--!

The orange-yellow rock element erupted with a roar, and a huge rock crystal rose from the ground, like a small mountain blocking the middle of the road, completely blocking the shortest pursuit route.

Dust was flying and gravel was flying.

Taking advantage of this precious gap, the three figures had already traveled a hundred meters away and disappeared into the vast forest.