Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

She still remembered the scene at that time. The surroundings seemed quiet and peaceful, like a green forest, but they were covered with deadly poisonous weeds. Only the spring in the center was shimmering and emitting an alluring luster.

She was so thirsty at the time that she went to the spring and took a few sips. The next second, all the fatigue and pain in her body disappeared in an instant.

Only at this moment did she realize that this spring water was the same spring water that the Holy Lord had sent down earlier.

She was horrified and quickly stepped back, her heart full of regret and vigilance.

"What on earth do you mean, you bastard?!"

She shouted to the sky, but her voice only echoed around her. It took a moment for her to receive a response.

"Don't struggle, this is a cage made for you."

"This is a closed space, and you have two choices. One is the poisonous weeds that roam the ground. While highly toxic, they are not fatal. In this space, you will not die, but the pain will be twice as great. The other is what you call the poisonous spring, which can soothe the pain and make people forget their mediocrity."

"All you have to do is survive here. I will give you seven days without food or water. After seven days, if you can still persevere without relying on the poisonous spring, I will withdraw your gift. On the other hand, if you cannot persevere and touch the spring, your fate will also end."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't choose. If you faint from hunger, this trial will end."

The Holy Lord did not reply, leaving her alone in this peaceful yet dangerous space.

"So, your choice at that time was..." Kailin hesitated.

Yang nodded. "I chose the deadly poisonous weed. Just as he said, I won't die in this space, but the pain in my body is twice as much as usual. I can only rely on the effect of fighting poison with poison to indirectly alleviate my pain, but this relief didn't last long. In this way, I relied on my willpower to persevere in the pain for a full seven days. This feeling is not something an ordinary person can endure."

The memories of the past are like yesterday's canvas, which she still remembers vividly.

On the first day, she had no choice. At night, she experienced hallucinations from lack of water and nearly fainted. So, she avoided the roots of plants, dug up moist soil, and squeezed out the moisture, only then did she manage to recover.

On the second day, having learned from yesterday's lesson, she collected some dew with a towel in case of emergency.

On the third day, perhaps due to hunger and the space, my abdomen began to cramp. I managed to hold on, but by nightfall, my body was clearly showing signs of poisoning. Not only was the pain unbearable, but my body was also extremely weak from not eating for so long.

On the fourth day, after a sleepless night, she was forced to consume poisonous herbs to temporarily alleviate her pain. Sure enough, while the signs of poisoning worsened, her strength improved. It was then that she realized she had been too naive. The water in the soil and the dew on the leaves had already been eroded by the poison. Because the amount was small, the effects hadn't taken effect until yesterday.

On the 5th day, in order to relieve the pain and replenish her strength, she chose to fight poison with poison and ingested a lot of poisonous herbs. Although it was effective, it was only temporary.

On the 6th day, due to ingesting a large amount of highly toxic herbs, the pain in her body began to worsen, and she could hardly even feel the existence of her limbs.

She started to go crazy, banging her head against the tree and scratching her body frantically.

Her will began to waver, and in her pain she longed for liberation, which was like the whisper of a devil ringing in her ears.

"Give it up. You are only human after all. Life is as thin as paper. Why bother with the scars before you? In the face of eternal life, you can forget the pain and enjoy the present moment. Why not do that?"

The longing in her heart amidst pain drove her blood-stained body to the spring. Looking at the spring water that could relieve her pain with just one sip, she swallowed and slowly stretched out her hands, but at this moment, she hesitated.

"Yang, you must remember that survival is not about forgetting, and escaping cannot solve problems. We all have the right to seek pleasure and enjoy the present, but the only thing you cannot forget is 'this scar'!"

This was what her father taught her when he was alive, and after the disaster in the tribe, she often reminded herself of this sentence.

At this moment, her hands were only a millimeter away from the spring water. In fear, she quickly retreated and grabbed a handful of soil with poisonous weeds and threw it into the spring water.

"I know what I'm doing, I know it all, but why do I have to..."

She looked dazed, shook her head and thought for a moment, then raised her head and shouted into the air with all her might.

"Hypocritical God! Don't play dumb. I know you've been watching me, observing my every move! But don't even think about it! I'm going to gamble on the honor of my tribe and the last remaining faith of the Shaling people. Even if I'm plagued by countless poisons, I will never seek another path or live in humiliation!"

Finally, the time came to the 7th day.

Dawn slowly descended, and the soft light penetrated this strange space, shining on her scarred, exhausted yet extremely determined body.

After six days and nights of inhuman torture, Yang's body was utterly weakened. Her clothes were tattered, stained with blood and dirt; her hair was disheveled and tangled around her shoulders, and her face was a picture of haggardness and vicissitudes. Yet, her eyes still shone with a gleaming light, a testament to her unyielding faith despite the ordeal, a silent protest against the Holy Lord.

As time passed, the space became so quiet that only the faint sound of her breathing and heartbeat could be heard. Each breath seemed to exhaust all her strength, but she always kept her spine straight, quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.

When the last ray of sunlight completely illuminated the entire space, the Holy Lord's voice rang out again without warning.

"Heh... why are you doing this? There are obviously better options."

The Saint sighed, seemingly helpless, but hiding a bit of relief.

She lay on the ground, enduring the pain and slowly opening her mouth.

"I... said I wouldn't covet eternal life... and I wouldn't hide my pain. I remember it not out of hatred, but to prevent it from repeating itself. The tribe's suffering, the sacrifices of my people, are a pain etched deep in my soul. How could I easily forget them for my own selfish reasons? If you still remember your promise... then..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang fainted.

In an instant, space shattered, and the figure of the god appeared before her again. Looking at the girl who had fainted on the ground, he sighed again.

"Oh, you win. As the victor, I will fulfill my promise and remove the spring water. I will forgive all your sins, but as the loser, you must also be held accountable for your rebellion. From this day forward, you are a poisonous spirit."