Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

Diablo shook his head slightly.

"I've said before that the cause and effect of history will never be easily changed by one individual."

"Even though I told Yaohui, he might believe it and even try to do something about it. But you must know that Sang Yang's infiltration is pervasive. Those powerful people who have been bribed and those who have already planted secret agents will do everything they can to obstruct, distort, or even erase any information that might threaten their plans."

He looked towards the battlefield, which was gradually being controlled by the Sangyang army, and towards the dense forest where Qianshang and Jiexiang had disappeared. His voice was low, filled with the weariness of someone who had seen through fate.

"Yaohui's warning was likely intercepted, tampered with, or dismissed as nonsense during transmission. It's even possible that his overly eager attitude alerted the enemy, prompting the Sangyang people to take more drastic measures."

"Those high and mighty would rather believe in a false peace than face the cruel truth. They won't wake up until the flames of war are right before their eyes, but by then... it's often too late."

"Besides, the war situation is ever-changing, and a single information gap can often reverse the entire outcome. Even if they knew the truth and deployed in advance, the Sangyang people could have relied on insider information to adjust their tactics in advance. The Sangyang people had been planning this invasion for a long time, and their preparations were far more thorough than Linhui's hasty response."

His words were like a cold tide, drowning the hope that had just been ignited in Kailin.

"What about the Holy Lord? As the leader of the Eight Guardians, Seven Stars, and Six Evil Saints, he can obviously stop this disaster just by taking action, right?" Kailin asked again.

Diablo nodded gently. "That's true, but the Saint of this timeline is in seclusion and doesn't know what's happening here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken action after everything was already decided."

"No way, so there's really nothing we can do now?" Karen sobbed in despair again.

She looked at the battlefield gradually calming down in the distance. The Sangyang people were cleaning up the battlefield, and their cold blades were slashing through the bodies of the fallen resistance fighters to ensure that no one was left alive.

Diablo sighed angrily. "Oh, so, haven't I been telling you all this time? The course of history will never be deliberately altered by anyone. Even if we change the current situation, history will correct itself in other ways. Just like I told your friend the outcome, and he did take precautions, but the tide of history will still find another way to push everything back on track."

His words were delivered with a calmness that was almost cruel.

After Sang Yang's advance troops gradually moved inland from the beach, the two of them, led by Diablo, stepped into the battlefield.

The sand beneath my feet was no longer soft, but drenched in blood and mud, becoming sticky and cold, with every step producing an unpleasant crunching sound. The air was thick with the indissoluble smell of rust, which even the sea breeze could not dispel.

The scene before him was a mess, with broken weapons, shattered shields and torn flags scattered around, mixed with mutilated limbs, it was a horrible sight.

The bonfire was still burning, occasionally igniting scattered cloth or hair, making a crackling sound and a burning smell.

Kailin gasped as she stepped into the pool of blood. "Is this what really happened here? When I saw this, I thought it was tragic and horrific enough. Now it seems like there's no comparison."

"Of course. After all, what you see is the scenery of this place a hundred years from now. Two hundred years of time and baptism have long since erased most traces. The ruins you see are nothing more than pale skeletons left behind by the erosion of time. And here..."

He slowly turned around and looked at the hellish scene around him.

“That is the most real and vivid wound when it was first torn apart.”

Kailin's stomach churned, but she fought the discomfort as she scanned the bodies in various poses, frozen in their final moments of struggle and despair. Mo Yan remained silent, his brow furrowed. The horror before him far exceeded his imagination.

At this moment, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind the three of them.

"200 years later? Are you from the future?"

The three of them turned around suddenly, only to see a heroic spirit appear behind them without warning. His body seemed slightly transparent, his face still stained with the blood and fatigue of death in battle, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"Wow!" Karen was startled by his sudden appearance.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just heard what you said just now and asked a few more questions out of curiosity, so..." said Ying Ling.

"No...it's okay. It's nothing actually. I was just a little scared because there was suddenly an extra person around. Hehe..." Karen said with her hands on her hips and forced a smile.

Mo Yan shook his head helplessly at Kailin.

"So you really came from 200 years later?" Ying Ling asked again.

Hearing this, Mo Yan nodded.

"Then can you tell me what happens next with Lin Hui?"

Mo Yan sighed angrily. "I'm sorry, but if you want to know what happened next, I can only say it's not that simple. After all, it carries a lot of sacrifice and a cruel reality. But please rest assured, your blood will not be shed in vain. Because of everyone's efforts, the foreign enemies will be defeated soon, and Linhui will prosper with the times."

The heroic spirit listened quietly, his transparent form swaying gently in the dim firelight. The bloodstains and fatigue on his face seemed to fade somewhat, and in his sharp eyes, a complex mix of emotions surged: joy at victory, grief for the sacrifices, and uncertainty about the distant future.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the dark sea in the distance, which was the direction he swore to defend with his life.

"So, our sacrifice... was worth it, right?" he asked softly, as if confirming an extremely important answer.

Mo Yan nodded solemnly. "Yes, your resistance was not in vain. It was because of people like you, fearless of sacrifice and persevering to the end, that Linhui was not completely defeated, and the spark of hope and resistance was preserved for the subsequent counterattack. Your names may be blurred by time, but your courage and dedication have been integrated into the blood of this land, becoming the cornerstone of peace for future generations."

A faint, relieved smile slowly emerged on the heroic spirit's face, diluting the hideousness of death.

"Is that so? Our blood was not shed in vain. Everything is worth it..."

"That's right, so you can rest assured and reincarnate." Mo Yan's words carried a solemn promise, as if he was adding a footnote to this tragic history.

However, the heroic spirit shook his head, and in the blink of an eye, more heroic spirits appeared behind him.

"No... Even if we knew the truth, we wouldn't retreat. Our hearts have long been connected to this land. Even if, as you say, the passage of time has weakened our existence, our souls will remain forever on this beach, becoming a strong fortress!"