Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

Mo Yan gently placed his hand on Kailin's arm and shook his head slightly, signaling her to be quiet. After all, the current era was 200 years ago, and Yaohui didn't recognize them at this time.

Diablo pushed his glasses up, his usual, unpredictable smile appearing on his face. He took a step forward, standing in front of Mo Yan and Kailin just in time.

"Your Excellency is joking." His voice was steady, with just the right amount of humility and distance. "We are travelers passing through here and happened to witness this commotion. It's not that we don't want to leave, but we were captivated by the heroic figures of this brave brother and the lords, and were mesmerized for a moment."

Yao Hui's brows didn't relax upon hearing this. "Is that really the case? Although that guy was ordered to do so, his storage stone doesn't contain any medium for summoning magic. On the contrary, I sensed a bit of... evil in you..."

Yaohui's eyes were sharp as knives, locked onto Diablo. A tense hostility permeated the air. The evil elemental power around him seemed to be drawn in, and began to fluctuate subtly.

Diablo's smile remained unchanged, even appearing more relaxed. He gently pushed up his glasses, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his eyes behind them.

"Evil intentions?" He chuckled, his tone tinged with self-deprecating calmness. "I have to admit, your intuition is truly sharp. But if I truly had ill intentions, why would I stand here and watch? I'm afraid I would have already taken advantage of the chaos and fled, or... done something even more detrimental to you gentlemen."

His explanation was reasonable. He acknowledged the abnormality of his own power, cleverly cleared himself of suspicion, and at the same time hinted that he had no ill intentions.

"So you admit that you summoned this demon." Yaohui folded his arms.

He paused deliberately, but the other party didn't answer. Seeing this, he frowned and asked again, "Why do you do this? Since you already knew he was up to something, why didn't you just stop him directly? Instead, you used the demon to reveal his location to us?"

Yaohui's words were tinged with cold doubt, and the aura around him was faintly locked on Diablo. Li Xueqi and Lieyuan Chiye also noticed the aversion in the atmosphere and cast their gazes over with scrutiny.

In response to the question, Diablo smiled softly and lowered his voice: "It's simple, because we are not from this era."

Hearing this, Kailin and Mo Yan were shocked, because they didn't expect Diablo to admit his identity so directly.

"As the Guardian of Evil, I'm sure you're aware that there are demons in this world who travel through the turbulence of time and dimensions, peeking into fragments of the past and future."

Diablo's voice lowered even further, taking on a mysterious rhythm, as if he were telling an ancient secret.

"And we are the 'observers' from the future. The torrent of history is unstoppable. We cannot directly change the established cause and effect. We can only, with the slightest intervention, guide it to... a tributary with less sacrifice."

Hearing this, Yaohui's eyes were obviously shocked: "You said you are from the future? Then what evidence do you have to prove it?"

"Of course there's evidence." Diablo turned around and smiled softly, pointing to Mo Yan and Kailin behind him. "Two hundred years from now, you will meet them both, and the contract certificates flowing through their bodies are the best proof."

Yaohui was stunned when he looked at the two of them. Diablo was right. He did feel the certificate contracts of Blood Princess, Moon Saint and Shadow Tyrant on Kailin and Mo Yan.

The hostility in his eyes slowly subsided.

"It really is Tianlang, Sister Xueqi, and that guy's contract power. Are you really from the future?"

Diablo nodded in satisfaction. "It seems you believe us."

"In that case, you should know what will happen next, right?" Yaohui's tone became increasingly impatient.

"Of course, but I'm sorry I can't tell you. As I said just now, we are from the future, and the cause and effect of history will not be easily changed by someone's thoughts. So even if you know the truth, what is going to happen will still happen, and you still can't stop it." Diablo shook his head regretfully.

"Even so, we won't sit idly by and wait for death." His voice was firm, carrying the almost stubborn determination unique to young people. "Since we know that disasters may happen in the future, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must try to change it! Instead of being like you, standing by and watching coldly, saying it's 'historical inevitability'!"

"Well said. I hope you can really do that." Diablo smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Yaohui shouted, "You haven't told me what's going to happen next!"

Diablo paused and slowly turned his head. "As you suspected, all of this is orchestrated by the Sanyang people. They will cross the archipelago and reach the coast at the beginning of next month. On the 18th, they will reveal their ambitions and launch a full-scale invasion. By then, not only will the people of Rinhui be devastated, but the entire leyline of Teyvat will be shattered by their ambition. By then, you, the defenders, will be powerless to do anything."

Diablo's words were like a cold prophecy, just a few words, but they hit Yaohui's heart hard.

This was in sharp conflict with his belief that guardians should be able to protect everything.

Diablo turned around, and Yaohui's shocked and struggling expression was reflected in his scarlet eyes. His gaze was deep, as if he had already seen through all the endings.

"The wheel of history rolls forward, and not all efforts bring about the desired results." His voice was calm, almost cold. "Many times, so-called 'struggle' merely delays the end, and may even... make the outcome even more tragic."

He was hinting at something, and his words carried a kind of weariness that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life and a kind of indifference that came from having seen through fate.

"Nonsense!" Yaohui took a sudden step forward, his eyes ablaze with anger, a reluctance and resistance to his predetermined fate. "As long as we stand here, we will never let that happen! The guardian's duty is to protect this land and its people, no matter who the opponent is!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, carrying with it a sharpness and determination that had not been tempered by reality.

Diablo looked at him quietly, the smile on his lips seeming to deepen slightly.

"Really? Then we'll have to wait and see." He laughed helplessly and then walked away slowly.

Watching Diablo's receding figure, Kailin hurriedly tried to catch up, but seeing Yaohui's solemn expression, as a future friend, she had to comfort him.

She walked up to him, forced an inappropriate smile, and comforted him, "I'm sorry, Yaohui. As a friend, although we also want to help you, but like that guy said, the trajectory of history... we really can't easily interfere..."

Yaohui shook his head and gradually breathed a sigh of relief, but his tone remained heavy: "It doesn't matter. Even if I know the truth of history, I won't be depressed, because like I said just now, as long as there is hope, I will never give up."