Transmigrating to the world of Genshin Impact and becoming a big shot.

As Zhao Chuan ventured deeper into the terrain, he gradually arrived at an area filled with high-rise buildings.

This is the heart of the city and one of its most bustling areas.

Standing on the street, Zhao Chuan felt the strong urban atmosphere.

The towering buildings pierce the sky, their glass curtain walls reflecting dazzling sunlight, giving a modern and technologically advanced impression.

The streets are bustling with traffic, with vehicles coming and going in a constant stream, creating a noisy atmosphere, yet it also makes one feel that the city is full of vitality and life.

In this bustling city, people seem to be living their lives in a busy way.

Their faces were beaming with smiles, as if every day was a beautiful day.

Some people rush to work, some leisurely stroll and shop, and others gather together to chat and share their joy.

Everyone is enjoying the convenience and beauty that this city brings in their own way.

Zhao Chuan was captivated by the scene before him, and a longing for a better life welled up in his heart.

Here, he witnessed people's hard work and struggle, as well as the realization of hope and dreams.

"A city I've never seen before! Could it be the still-existing Kevia? That's impossible."

Zhao Chuan shook his head and said seriously.

"Young man, do you know how to get to the central square?"

While Zhao Chuan was still pondering, a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

He came to his senses and found an elderly woman with white hair standing in front of him.

The old lady looked very old, with deep and shallow wrinkles on her face and somewhat cloudy eyes, but her eyes were full of kindness and expectation.

She bent down slightly, one hand on her cane, the other gripping Zhao Chuan's arm tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"Grandma, I know. Do you want to go to the central square? I can take you there."

Zhao Chuan quickly replied.

As he spoke, he gently helped the old lady and led her toward the central square.

Along the way, the old lady kept thanking Zhao Chuan and chatted with him.

Zhao Chuan listened patiently to the old lady, occasionally responding with a few words, making her feel the warmth and care of the young man.

Just as they were about to lead the old lady to the central square, she suddenly stopped and stood motionless, a kind smile on her face, her gaze gently fixed on Zhao Chuan.

"Young man, one cannot live in fantasy, nor die in a beautiful dream."

The old lady finished speaking and left with a smile.

As Zhao Chuan watched the old woman's receding figure, he silently pondered her words. At that moment, he seemed to understand some truths he had never thought of before.

"here it is……"

Zhao Chuan suddenly realized something, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. He finally understood the meaning behind the old woman's words. However, by the time he realized it, it was too late. He turned his head sharply, wanting to escape from this place, but suddenly heard a hostile voice coming from behind him.

"You know now? It's too late!"

A little boy, less than 100 meters tall, stood quietly behind Zhao Chuan. His eyes were an eerie blood red, and his skin was black and charred as if it had been burned by fire. His grotesque and twisted face looked like a ferocious monster.

At the same time, a long spear gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hand, and he thrust it towards Zhao Chuan without hesitation.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuan quickly performed a backflip, narrowly dodging the boy's attack.

He then quickly adjusted his posture, gathered the spiritual energy in his body into his palm, and struck the enemy in front of him fiercely.

A punch landed like a cannonball on the boy's stomach. A loud "bang" was heard, as if steel collided with a fist, instantly tearing apart the surrounding environment.

Are you scratching an itch?

The boy had a sneer on his lips as he looked at Zhao Chuan's punch as if he were a clown. Then, he kicked Zhao Chuan more than ten meters away like a whirlwind.

"How can it be."

Zhao Chuan stared at the boy in disbelief, a sense of fear rising within him. He knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach with one hand, large beads of sweat dripping onto the floor.

"It seems you are not to be underestimated. Very well, then... let's fight!"

Zhao Chuan summoned his weapon back from afar, let out a low roar, and his entire body erupted with terrifying battle intent. His whole body had turned into silver light, and his eyes had been replaced by black and red light. He charged towards the boy with his gun in hand.

"Ants, you will pay the price for your recklessness."

The boy had a cold smile on his lips, and his whole body was shrouded in black mist, as if he had become one with the darkness.

He held a long spear and struck Zhao Chuan's weapon with lightning speed, instantly bursting out dazzling sparks, like a magnificent firework blooming in the night sky.

The dark aura swirled towards Zhao Chuan's spear. Knowing that this dark aura was the power of the abyss, Zhao Chuan quickly dropped his weapon and moved away from the boy in the air.

The boy still wore that cold smile, and his movements were as fluid as a dance, each swing of his spear carrying an unstoppable momentum.

His black aura seemed to have a life of its own, tracing eerie paths in the air with his movements, as if mocking Zhao Chuan's powerlessness.

Zhao Chuan adjusted his breathing and steadied himself.

He knew he couldn't be intimidated by the other party's momentum; he had to find their weakness.

He began to observe the boy's movements, looking for a possible opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, the boy's spear shot out like a venomous snake, aimed directly at Zhao Chuan's chest.

Zhao Chuan quickly dodged to the side, but it was too late to retrieve the spear from a distance. He immediately conjured a longsword.

Taking advantage of dodging the boy's attack, she instantly drew an arc with her sword, attempting to cut the boy's spear in half.

However, the boy reacted faster than expected; he quickly withdrew his spear and blocked Zhao Chuan's attack.

Sparks flew as their weapons clashed again, producing a deafening sound.

Zhao Chuan felt a tingling sensation in his arm, but he did not back down. Instead, he pressed down on the other person even harder.

He knew that only by overwhelming his opponent with strength could he find an opportunity to counterattack.

The boy seemed to sense Zhao Chuan's determination; his smile grew even colder, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He began to increase the pace of his attacks, each strike becoming faster and more precise.

Zhao Chuan had to concentrate fully on dealing with the situation, and every dodge and block was almost a matter of life and death.

The battle continued, the two figures intersecting in the night sky like two bolts of lightning colliding in the darkness.

Sweat began to bead on Zhao Chuan's forehead; his strength was rapidly waning.

But he knew he couldn't give up; he had to find a way to defeat his opponent.

Just then, Zhao Chuan noticed a subtle movement from the boy—his shoulders slumped slightly, foreshadowing a powerful attack.

Without hesitation, Zhao Chuan quickly adjusted his posture, preparing to meet the attack.

As the boy's spear came hurtling towards him like lightning, Zhao Chuan dodged to the side, and at the same time, his sword slashed at the boy's waist with lightning speed.

The boy was clearly not expecting Zhao Chuan to react this way, and his movements faltered slightly.

Zhao Chuan's sword ripped through the boy's clothes, and black energy spread like blood.

The boy let out a low growl, a flicker of pain in his eyes, but mostly anger.

He quickly retreated, increasing the distance between himself and Zhao Chuan.

"Looks like you want to die!"

The boy scoffed at himself, lowering his weapon. His size gradually increased, and the surrounding city was instantly destroyed in the black mist. The illusion shattered, and the real danger had arrived.

"You seem to be in a hurry."

Zhao Chuan wiped the blood from his mouth, the illusion sword in his hand dissipated, and he knelt on the ground, looking somewhat exhausted.

"You're a murderer, you deserve to die."

The boy muttered to himself, raising his giant hands like a giant, and began to knead the nuclear bomb by hand like dough.

"Hmph, I've dreamt about you several times already. Please get out of my dreams!"

At this moment, the Eye of God at Zhao Chuan's waist suddenly burst forth with a dazzling purple light, making his body appear even taller and more sacred and inviolable under the light.

As the light spread, swords shimmering with different colors gradually materialized behind him, each radiating a chilling aura. At this moment, he was like a god of death.

The swords behind him were not stationary; they slowly rotated behind Zhao Chuan, releasing ripples of energy that distorted the surrounding air.

Lightning flashed between the swords, tearing through space and producing a deafening roar.

Zhao Chuan's eyes became deep and sharp, with purple arcs of electricity dancing in his pupils, reflecting the determination and strength in his heart.

Faced with Zhao Chuan like this, the boy felt an unprecedented sense of pressure. His smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a barely perceptible tension.

Zhao Chuan slowly raised his hand, and the swords behind him moved with his movement, as if responding to his call and ready to strike at any moment.

"Ha~ I have seen the light, witnessed the true nature of humanity, and tasted the bitterness of the world. What right do you have to judge me?"

Zhao Chuan's eyes widened in anger, filled with fury and indignation.

His voice was deep and authoritative, as if it contained boundless power.

As he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, like a nimble venomous snake, pointing directly at the massive black object.

At the same time, the four flying swords seemed to sense their master's anger and determination. They circled and danced in the air, rushing towards the black object like four bolts of lightning.

Wherever the flying sword passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

This scene was truly awe-inspiring, as if the entire world was enveloped by Zhao Chuan's imposing aura.

"Hahaha, you can't escape! I'll be your nightmare you can never shake off!"

The boy laughed maniacally, waving his hands and suddenly unleashing the powerful energy he had gathered.

The energy surged like a raging torrent, crashing directly into the four flying swords.

In an instant, several dazzling blade lights streaked across the sky like lightning, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and the huge cloud of ash was blown apart.

However, to everyone's surprise, the four flying swords were completely unharmed. They swept past the ash cloud at an astonishing speed and continued rushing toward the boy with fierce killing intent and a sure-kill momentum, only to be knocked away by the boy with a single palm strike.

"Heh... Die!"

Zhao Chuan extended his index and middle fingers, muttered some incantations, and then suddenly pointed forward.

As if given a command, the flying sword quickly flew back behind him and hovered in mid-air.

Then, Zhao Chuan gripped the long sword tightly, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the boy with a determined gaze.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword forcefully, and a sharp sword aura burst forth from the blade, carrying boundless power as it slashed straight toward the boy.

However, the giant boy caught the sword with his bare hands and crushed it. Seeing this, Zhao Chuan turned around to avoid the aftershock, and his powerful aura shattered the rocks next to him.

"Raging Dragon! Pierce the Heart!"

Zhao Chuan shouted loudly, and at the same time, he flung his right hand, sending the long sword flying. The sword hung in the air, emanating a murderous aura. Then, Zhao Chuan quickly formed hand seals, and purple lightning surged from his fingertips.

As he moved, the four swords behind him also let out a dragon's roar, transforming into four sword lights that flew into the sky, standing shoulder to shoulder with the murderous longsword.

At the same time, the night sky began to churn and surge, and streaks of lightning flashed across the calm night sky, illuminating the entire Kingdom of the Night God.

The five illusory swords converged in the air and transformed into five thunder dragons, each tens of feet long.

The thunder dragon was shimmering with purple lightning, and its scales were clearly visible, so lifelike that it seemed to be a real living dragon.

After circling around Zhao Chuan once, the Thunder Dragon suddenly opened its blood-red maw and, with a deafening roar, swooped down from the clouds. Its speed was astonishing, like a purple lightning bolt slicing through the sky.

A strong crackling sound filled the air, and the surrounding trees trembled under the pressure of the thunder dragon, their leaves flying everywhere in the gale.

Its eyes flashed with purple light, exuding endless pressure and rage as it pounced on the boy.

"No...this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Gazing at the enormous and majestic dragon before him, a primal fear instantly swept over him, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

His eyes widened in terror, as if he were witnessing the end of the world.

Despite being filled with fear, he still did his best to mobilize all the power of the abyss in his body, trying to resist with all his might. A strong light burst out around his body, but this light seemed so insignificant under the pressure of the thunder dragon.

The Thunder Dragon's power gradually overwhelmed the boy's radiance, and with a sudden swipe of its massive claw, it completely shattered the boy's power.

The boy was thrown back by the force and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His body trembled slightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of blood slid down his cheeks.

He lay on the ground, clenching his teeth, and let out a low growl.

"what--"

His voice was filled with pain and resentment.

However, no matter how hard he tried, that deep sense of despair lingered and wouldn't go away.

The Thunder Dragon's attack did not stop there. It circled in the air once, then swooped down again, crashing into the ground where the boy was. The powerful lightning caused the surrounding soil and rocks to fly everywhere.

"boom……!"

A tremendous explosion rang out, deafening and echoing throughout the entire space.

The lightning dragon, with overwhelming force, swallowed the boy whole, then exploded instantly, reducing him to ashes in a flash.

This smash was like the collapse of the sky and the cracking of the earth; its powerful residual force swept out like a storm, instantly leveling all obstacles in its path.

A deep crater was left in the ground, and thick smoke and dust filled the air, mixed with the powerful aura of lightning and the smell of burnt earth.

"it is finally over……"

Zhao Chuan was lying on a big tree, biting his lip tightly, his chest heaving, and he was breathing heavily.

The fierce battle left him severely injured, with blood seeping from multiple wounds, but he endured the pain and remained vigilant.