Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

[How dare a bunch of people without the Divine Eye fight someone with it? You don't even have the Evil Eye.]

[To dare to fight the four elemental protagonists and the little demon god without the Eye of God is truly ruthless.]

[Haha, Dixia is really brave and resourceful in this part.]

Are these people blind to God's Eye?

[Ahhhhhh! A brave and resourceful cool older sister! Waaaaah! This character design, those animal ears, that tiny waist! I love it so much!]

[Desia is practically a god of war in version 3.0, both in reincarnation and in reality.]

[Sister Dixia hit me!]

[Desia is the most reliable ally I've ever encountered!]

[↑Hey, where does that leave Bai Ge, Xun, and Caesar? Add a limited 3.0 version!]

[↑It seems like the most reliable ally is voiced by Bai Ge... so Bai Ge should be the most reliable one...]

After kicking Zhaqi to the ground and knocking him unconscious, Dixia calmly withdrew her attack, her clothes fluttering slightly, and turned to steadily rejoin the group.

"My God—Dishia! You...you were already secretly planning this when you were in Aru Village?" Paimon jumped up in shock, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Dixia's lips curved slightly upward, her smile gentle and serene, like a breeze brushing across a mountain stream:

"How can anything be accomplished without planning? It was just that when you were out investigating, I happened to see two suspicious figures moving furtively at the end of the alley."

Paimon's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands in realization: "So you deliberately held back, letting them tip you off... to lure the snake out of its hole?"

"The henchmen who deliver the message are merely accomplices; how could the real mastermind, who is entrenched behind the scenes and orchestrating the entire network, be exposed with just a few whispers?"

Dixia's eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone remained calm: "To catch a big fish, you have to play hard to get."

She paused slightly, then looked at Paimon with a hint of surprise: "So you didn't know all this time? I thought Iya and Ying had told you secretly."

Paimon froze instantly, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat—it turned out that he was the only one kept in the dark.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over her two companions, her eyes filled with grievance and confusion.

Ying nodded slightly, her expression resolute: "From the first time you mentioned those names at the village chief's house, we and Seno noticed something was amiss."

“Names?” Paimon scratched his head, trying to remember. “You mean those particularly impressive and famous names? I… I don’t think I remember many, just vaguely recall nicknames like ‘Round-Eyed Butcher’ and ‘Pockmarked Bandit’…”

Dixia smiled and said with a hint of teasing, "Those are all drunken ramblings I heard in the tavern."

"The burly men, their faces flushed from drinking, began to call themselves 'Round-Eyed Butcher Engul' and 'Pockmarked Bandit Deliwa,' boasting wildly and even spilling wine onto their stubble."

Upon hearing this, Yi Ya clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "This wine is really no good—when Aunt Xianyun got drunk, she often yelled, 'From now on, Jun Bai will have to call me Mom!'"

Ying was taken aback by these words, then her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of cautious sympathy surfaced in her voice:

"So... how was Xianyun afterwards?"

Yi Ya shrugged, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "My brother—Jun Bai, the King of Birds; Aunt Xianyun—the True Lord of Liuyun and Jiefeng, the Venerable Crane, the Head of Spirit Beasts."

"No matter how extraordinary one may be, one is still just a crane. And cranes are born to follow the order of birds and are subject to the rule of royalty."

She suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Moreover—brother's cultivation level is far superior to Xianyun's; so you should know the result, Sister Ying."

Before she finished speaking, Ying nodded deeply, her eyes filled with understanding and silent respect.

Yes, even the most noble immortal cannot escape the original status; even the most unrestrained true lord cannot defy the clear cry of a crane deep within his bloodline.

Therefore, at this moment she completely agreed with Iya's sigh: "Alcohol is really not a good thing."

What made her even more secretly glad was that, because of her youthful appearance, she had never been persuaded to drink a single cup of wine by anyone on the continent of Teyvat.

That sip of untasted fine wine became her luckiest moment of clarity.

[Is Xianyun alright?]

[Does taking a couple of sips of alcohol make you forget your race? Interesting~]

May everything be well at the grave.

[Just tell them you shouldn't give birds drinks.]

[Could it be that Brother Bai never drinks because he's worried about saying anything inappropriate when he's drunk?]

[Can even demons get drunk?]

[The Demon God doesn't get drunk, but the premise that Brother Bai is the Demon God is that he's a bird, and birds are creatures that get drunk very easily.]

"That's true."

Dixia's lips curled slightly, her tone calm yet sharp, "But ultimately, it's still because some people have terrible drinking manners—"

"Once they start drinking, they become unrestrained and spout nonsense. Ngur and Deliwa are especially like this, constantly saying things like 'The Red King is better,' as if chanting a spell, which is so annoying to listen to."

"What about Zhaqi?" Paimon tilted his head, his eyes sparkling as he asked.

Dixia shrugged, a hint of amusement in her expression: "Just a fool who delivered himself to my doorstep."

"If we're talking about the one who's the most secretive and the best at putting on an act, it has to be him. My original plan was to start with Deliwa and then follow the clues to find him."

Ying nodded thoughtfully: "So... Jebari was an innocent bystander?"

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty: "I noticed it when we were in Aru Village—he was just an ordinary villager, yet he warmly invited us to stay for a meal and even prepared tea in advance."

Paimon's eyes widened suddenly, and his little hand unconsciously covered his mouth: "So... you could detect flaws even back then?!"

Dixia chuckled softly, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes: "I knew you could sense it. After all—Gebari is someone you personally visited and spoke with face to face."

She explained, "I deliberately gave that name to make people think I was just making things up based on a vague impression, so they would lower their guard."

"Desia is truly skilled!" Paimon exclaimed sincerely, his tone full of admiration. "No wonder she's a seasoned desert mercenary!"

"You flatter me," she waved her hand, her smile gentle and humble. "It's just a little trick."

Before he could finish speaking, Paimon's cheeks suddenly flushed slightly, and his voice lowered a few decibels: "Um... what you just said... was it true?"

Dixia paused slightly: "Which sentence?"

"It's like... 'mercenaries only care about money; if there's profit to be made, they're friends,'" Paimon repeated softly, a hint of unease in his voice.

That was the accusation that Deliva coldly threw out after learning of her "betrayal"; and Dixia responded calmly at the time, as if she had staked her entire life on this seemingly indifferent belief.

Before she could speak, Iya interrupted with a loud laugh, "Oh dear, Paimon, aren't you usually quite clever? How come you've gotten caught up in this? That statement—of course it's a lie!"

[Baby, are you serious about what you said?]

[Here's a joke: Paimon is very smart.]

This joke is really funny, I mean it.

Paimon: They all say I'm shrewd, but I'm actually quite clever.

Ying nodded in agreement, her gaze clear and firm: "That's right. Dixia has never been that kind of person."

Dixia's eyes lit up with interest: "Oh? How so?"

“You’re still doing things even without an employer.” Ying looked directly at her, her voice calm yet firm.

"Heh..." she chuckled softly, a short but meaningful sound.

After a moment of silence, Paimon asked cautiously, "Dishia... do you, like the other desert people, hate the Grass God?"

Dixia paused for a moment, her gaze fixed on the distant, dust-swirling horizon. Her voice deepened, yet grew clearer: "...You guys are really perceptive."

She let out a soft breath. "To be honest—I don't hate the Grass God like they do. Dina Zede has told me about the Little Lucky Grass King over and over again."

“Her piety was not an act; her gratitude came from the bottom of her heart—I saw it all and I remember it.”

She paused briefly, her tone slightly stern: "Dina Zede is just an ordinary person. If the gods truly have no love for humanity, why would they repeatedly bend down and pour warmth and patience into such insignificant people?"

"Similarly, I have seen everything that Little Lucky Grass King has done. I may not be able to say for sure what kind of god the Red King is; but Little Lucky Grass King—I think I am at least qualified to speak a fair word."

The wind swept through the camp, swirling up fine sand with a rustling sound. She looked up, her expression clear and firm: "Recent events have made me see the truth more clearly—it's the royalists at the coaching academy who are stirring things up behind the scenes."

"The radicals blindly worship the Red King and regard the Grass God as an enemy. In the end, they are nothing more than pitiful people who are swayed by lies and blinded by prejudice."

“...I am still conscious.” Her voice was not loud, but every word was sharp. “Therefore, I cannot do what they did—point the finger at someone who has not yet made a mistake and is still silently protecting this land.”

With that, Dixia smiled brightly and decisively, turned to face the crowd, and said in a clear and powerful voice: "Alright, everything here is settled—we'll tie these guys up tightly and take them back to Aru Village to report!"

Ying nodded slightly, then quickly stepped forward. A faint light flashed at her fingertips, and a supple grass element vine quietly wrapped around the captive's wrist.

But at that moment, Yiya suddenly lowered her eyelashes, her small hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, and an indescribable hesitation appeared between her brows.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, as if taking in the wind of the entire desert into her chest, and finally raised her eyes, her voice soft but firm: "Sister Dixia, Sister Ying, Sister Paimon... I may not be able to go back to Aru Village with you for the time being."

Ying paused slightly, her gaze suddenly sharpening: "Where are you going?"

She understood—it wasn't hesitation, but determination; it wasn't retreat, but a journey.

Yiya parted her lips slightly, without uttering a sound, but through a highly secretive telepathic transmission, she quietly sent the crucial clues she had previously deduced with Naxida into Ying's ear:

"In the heart of the desert, there may exist a nature god."

"Nature Demon God..." Ying murmured softly, her breath almost inaudible, just in time to avoid Dixia who was right next to her—those four words were like a warm yet heavy seed, quietly falling into the lake of her heart, rippling outwards.

In Teyvat, the nature demons are not gods, but rather the tangible whispers of the world's will: the breath of the wind and sand, the pulse of the scorching sun, and the life rhythm of the oasis stubbornly breathing on the edge of drought.

Jun Bai, the Nirvana Demon God, is the very essence of the cycle of life—

New fires rise from the ashes, tender shoots sprout from beneath the decaying leaves, and death and rebirth eternally flow between the lines of His palm.

And Yiya is the form that Junbai created with his original power; she is his closest daughter.

So, the one who sleeps deep in the desert... perhaps is an old friend born from the same source as Jun Bai, perhaps is a brother or sister who once patrolled the world side by side, or perhaps is an ancient bond buried by the wind and sand for thousands of years.

Blood ties are not necessarily based on flesh and blood; the resonance between divinities was quietly established when the stars first began to turn.

Not to mention—Ying's gaze quietly swept over a faint golden mark on the inside of Yiya's heart.

That was a mark personally imprinted by Jun Bai, warm and smooth as jade. It could nourish Yi Ya's body normally, yet it contained the power to burn away all calamities. If Yi Ya were in danger, the mark would immediately blaze brightly, and Jun Bai would arrive in an instant.

The reasons are sufficient, the logic is sound, and the risks are controllable.

This young girl, with her wings just beginning to spread, can fly alone to wherever she wants to be—this is not abandonment, but trust; this is not letting go, but supporting.

Looking into the almost scorching light dancing in Iya's eyes, Ying finally nodded solemnly: "Okay, go."

"But remember—if I don't see you return within three days, I will personally venture into the heart of the quicksand and bring you back."

Dixia had just opened her mouth when the words of advice, "Even sandworms can swallow an entire caravan deep in the desert," caught in her throat, ultimately turning into a short gasp: "..."

She stared at Ying's calm profile, her gaze as complex as if she were watching her own child, barely able to walk, insist on going rock climbing—

Isn't that incredibly audacious? That child isn't even as tall as my waist, and you really dare to let her go solo?

Iya simply smiled, her eyes crinkling, her smile as clear as a spring: "Thank you, sister~"

Before the words were finished, two crimson-gold flame wings suddenly rose from behind him, their feathers blazing and tearing through the air with a low hum.

Her figure shot out like an arrow, piercing straight into the sky!

But just as she was about to disappear into the clouds, she suddenly turned back, swooping down and sending a hot breath across Ying and Paimon's cheeks, lightly landing a kiss on each of them like a dragonfly skimming the water:

A wisp of unbound hair near her left cheek brushed against the tip of her nose, causing a slight tickle.

His right cheek is the soft, puffed-up face that Paimon exclaimed "Wow!"

Immediately, the crimson shadow rose again, soaring through the air, leaving only a blazing tail flame that drew a fiery yet gentle arc across the azure sky.

[Kissing two at once, what a fickle little baby!]

[Iya, a woman burdened with sin.]

Damn, I don't know who to envy now.

I want to be kissed by Baby Iya too!

[So sweet! You already know how to say goodbye with a kiss at this age?]