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

"The sword flashes like light and shadow, cleaving water to create a rainbow, one sword pierces the lonely and crippled, ten thousand swords open heaven and earth, the broken sword rises again to control immortality, the shattered sword body conveys the heart..."

Zhao Chuan closed his eyes tightly, muttering incantations as the sword techniques and mental cultivation methods echoed in his mind.

He held a jet-black longsword, slowly uttering incantations, his mind becoming one with the sword.

His movements were fluid and graceful, each swing of his sword carrying boundless power, but that power was not pure; it was a terrifying sense of threat.

The sword's edge gleamed with a cold light, chilling and desolate, yet it stirred a sudden urge to kill.

He moved nimbly, his steps were agile, and his sleeves fluttered as he swiftly darted through the air.

With each swing of his sword, a fierce aura swept out like a whirlwind, tearing the surrounding space into tiny cracks.

The sword energy crisscrossed, forming a dense net that seemed to envelop the entire world.

Zhao Chuan's gaze was focused and determined as he devoted himself wholeheartedly to practicing his swordsmanship.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but he didn't care.

His breathing was steady and deep, echoing the rhythm of the sword, as if he were having a silent dialogue with it.

In the silence, Zhao Chuan's sword moved faster and more fiercely.

His body and sword movements were perfectly synchronized, and every strike contained his skill and determination.

His swordsmanship was like a stirring piece of music, playing its own unique melody.

"Congratulations, host, you have successfully mastered this sword."

The system's gentle and steady voice entered Zhao Chuan's mind.

"The only drawback of this sword is that it cannot defend. If it encounters a greatsword user, it will be shattered instantly. But what's amazing is that this sword can control the fragments to attack. Even inconspicuous iron filings on the blade can have a powerful killing force. Not to mention, this sword can also replicate the previous slashing attack and condense a pitch-black sword, instantly turning a one-handed sword into a pair of swords."

Zhao Chuan waved the Wuge sword in his hand with satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the stone wall in front of him that had been dented by the sword.

"Well, how should I put it? This sword can also change length, which can catch the opponent off guard."

The system is supplementing the sword's functions.

"Heaven and man bring disaster, calamity falls from the sky. If the gods do not kill them, they will perish on their own. In my opinion, this war is about to begin. What do you think?"

Zhao Chuan nodded, glancing strangely at the tree trunk behind him as he spoke.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of hearty laughter suddenly rang out, echoing across the open space.

The speaker was the Fool's Enforcer known as the "Captain".

His face, hidden in the shadows, lifted slightly, revealing a smile tinged with approval.

"As expected of the Demon God of Liyue, his vigilance is so high, it is truly admirable! With that keen insight and reaction speed, he is just like a well-trained and battle-hardened soldier!"

As the words fell, the captain slowly emerged from his hiding place, his figure gradually becoming clear to everyone.

He was dressed in a black outfit, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, his steps were steady and powerful, and he exuded an invisible pressure.

"Ha, I wasn't looking for you, but you've come looking for me."

A cold laugh rang out, and Zhao Chuan's slightly raised eyebrows slowly drooped down. His eyes instantly filled with a solemn expression, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on his heart.

He gripped the longsword tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

At this moment, the longsword seemed to sense the killing intent surging in its master's heart, and it trembled slightly, emitting a crisp sword sound, like an enraged beast about to devour its prey.

"I'm not here for revenge, so don't be so hostile towards me."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the captain hurriedly said politely.

"Is that so? I've heard that the captain of the First Seat possesses power comparable to that of a god. I wonder if I could witness that power?"

Zhao Chuan raised his longsword and held it to his chest, gently stroking the blade. His eyes looked down on the helmeted man in front of him with disdain. The gentleness in his eyes had long since faded, leaving only a cold glint on the blade.

“You are a benefactor of Ying, and I do not wish to have an adversarial relationship with you. I have come here to know your opinion on Nata.”

The captain leaned back, put his hands on his hips, and spoke in a calm tone.

"I have nothing to say to you. All you want is the Heart of God, so defeat me. That's how soldiers should talk."

Zhao Chuan's eyes, which were originally as deep as the sea, became unusually solemn, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing down on them.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his hands turning slightly white from the excessive force, and the veins bulging.

With a thought, the immense spiritual power within him surged forth like a tidal wave, continuously converging into the sword.

In an instant, the entire sword emitted a dazzling light, like a brilliant sun, so bright that no one dared to look directly at it.

Just then, Zhao Chuan moved suddenly, his speed as fast as lightning, leaving only a blur in his wake.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the [Captain].

In the blink of an eye, without hesitation, he swung his longsword and slashed fiercely at the [Captain]. The strike was powerful and heavy, carrying a destructive force that seemed poised to cleave everything in its path in two!

The captain reacted swiftly, dodging the attack with a sidestep, then turning and throwing a punch at Zhao Chuan's back, the fist carrying a sharp gust of wind as it hurtled towards Zhao Chuan.

A huge opening appeared in Zhao Chuan's attack, right in front of the captain.

Just then, the captain's fierce fist seemed to have hit a solid wall, immediately losing its force.

[Captain] then realized that the so-called flaw was a trap, and Zhao Chuan used this to perceive his own strength.

Zhao Chuan made a hand seal with one hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, and a blue shield appeared behind him.

"You should be worried."

Zhao Chuan wore a hypocritical expression, feigning concern.

"Haha, very good. Your face reminds me of an old friend. Let me see your strength."

The captain burst into laughter, his eyes filled with anticipation. He conjured an ice sword emitting black smoke with one hand and pointed it at Zhao Chuan.

"Your sword is quite similar to the old friend you speak of."

When Zhao Chuan saw the sword emanating a black aura, he was certain that it came from Kanria. His eyes flashed with killing intent, and his words were not just provocation, but also anger.

"what?"

Before the captain could understand what was going on, Zhao Chuan's longsword slashed at him, but he dodged the attack right before his eyes.

However, the sword energy still sent the captain flying several meters away.

"How is that possible? It's so far away. Could there be something strange about that weapon?"

[Captain] dared not be careless. Just now, when I was fifty meters away from Zhao Chuan, the blade had already reached my eyes.

Zhao Chuan, wielding a long sword, sped toward the Captain like lightning.

He exuded a powerful aura, as if he had merged with the surrounding air.

With his movements, a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed continuously from his body and quickly converged on the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the sword shone brightly, like a dazzling sun, so bright that no one dared to look directly at it.

The captain, however, was equally resolute. He nimbly dodged Zhao Chuan's fierce thrust, simultaneously arcing his weapon towards Zhao Chuan's vitals. Zhao Chuan, seeing this, quickly parried with his sword; in an instant, swordplay clashed, sparks flying.

The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, each move containing boundless power and exquisite skill.

Their figures intersected in the air, like two dazzling shooting stars colliding.

The captain's swordsmanship is sharp and ruthless, with each strike carrying a deadly threat.

Zhao Chuan's moves are flexible and unpredictable, sometimes fierce and sometimes supple, making them hard to fathom.

In this fierce battle, their fighting grew increasingly intense, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up by their momentum, forming invisible whirlwinds.

The captain's eyes were sharp as he watched Zhao Chuan's every move closely, not missing a single minor flaw.

Finally, the opportunity came! The captain seized the moment and swung his sword sharply. A surge of powerful and icy elemental energy erupted from the sword, transforming into an incomparably sharp sword aura that hurtled straight toward Zhao Chuan.

The immense power seemed to tear the void apart, and even the surrounding space began to crack as it could not withstand its force.

Faced with such a fierce attack, a faint, almost imperceptible, dark white light suddenly flashed deep in Zhao Chuan's eyes.

Almost instinctively, he quickly raised his hand and lifted his longsword, struggling to meet the [Captain's] thunderous blow.

In an instant, the two swords collided violently, producing a deafening roar.

Sparks flew everywhere, like dazzling fireworks blooming in the night sky.

However, unexpectedly, despite Zhao Chuan's best efforts, his longsword was no match for the Captain's sword, which contained terrifying elemental power. With a crisp "crack," Zhao Chuan's longsword broke in two.

At this critical moment, Zhao Chuan demonstrated an amazing ability to adapt.

He decisively released his grip on the sword hilt, and with a swift movement, dodged to the side to avoid the captain's next attack.

At the same time, he swiftly raised his other hand, chanting incantations. With his movement, a longsword, entirely black and as ethereal as a shadow, suddenly appeared in his hand.

The captain, a seasoned veteran, had supposedly seen all sorts of opponents and tactics. But at this moment, he was truly caught off guard by Zhao Chuan's sudden change of tactics.

Originally, they thought that successfully disarming the opponent would bring them an easy victory, but they never expected Zhao Chuan to have such a trump card. At this moment, it was too late to make an effective defense. Helpless, the [Captain] could only grit his teeth and rely on his strong physique to withstand the blow.

"I have absolutely nothing to say to you!"

Zhao Chuan's figure suddenly approached like a ghost, and without warning, he leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered something in a low voice.

However, these seemingly gentle words are full of endless threat, as if an invisible pressure is coming at you.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chuan quickly put two fingers together and pulled his arm back sharply.

At the same time, the sword hilt, which had fallen to the ground, seemed to come alive, as if summoned by its master, and flew back into his hand with lightning speed.

Zhao Chuan took a deep breath and then slowly poured the spiritual energy in his body into the hilt of the sword.

As spiritual energy continued to flow in, his eyes gradually sharpened, staring intently at the [Captain] in the distance.

At that moment, the hilt of the sword in his hand began to tremble slightly, as if it were establishing a strange connection with some unknown entity.

Just as the captain was filled with shock, an unexpected scene unfolded—the already shattered sword suddenly exploded, and countless sharp fragments rushed towards the captain like a storm.

Faced with this sudden attack, the captain dared not be negligent in the slightest. He hurriedly mobilized all his elemental power to condense a solid barrier in front of him, trying to block the dense rain of sword fragments.

When all the fragments were blocked, the captain's clothes had been torn in several places, and blood was flowing out from the ripped holes. The shield formed by elemental power had long since shattered.

However, upon seeing this, Zhao Chuan merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, precisely controlling the flying fragments with his mind.

The fragments that had already flown far away seemed to receive a recall order. After tracing strange arcs in the air, they turned around and pounced on the [Captain] again, with a fierce and unstoppable momentum.

The captain suddenly turned his head and looked over. His body, which had been slightly tired from the long battle, suddenly burst out with a bone-chilling cold.

In the blink of an eye, the land around him was quickly covered and frozen by dense ice elements.

At this moment, despite the intensely hot sunlight pouring down from above, the air in this area seemed to instantly drop to freezing point.

At the same time, the fragments that flew like lightning seemed to be blocked by some powerful force, and came to an abrupt stop in mid-air!

Seeing this, Zhao Chuan knew he was in trouble and hurriedly used a spell to try to recall the fragments.

In an instant, a dazzling light flashed, and something amazing happened—the originally shattered fragments of the sword seemed to have a life of their own, automatically piecing themselves together, and after they overlapped, there was not a single crack left, as if they had never broken at all!

At this moment, the captain had already pushed his elemental power to its limit, and blue and white light was constantly flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his arm, and the long sword in his hand slashed fiercely at Zhao Chuan with overwhelming force.

Before the sword even reached him, the sharp sword energy had already swept in, making Zhao Chuan feel an increased pressure.

"Let me show you what true divine power is!"

Zhao Chuan's eyes, which had been calm as still water, became extremely serious at this moment, as if two raging flames were leaping within them.

That extremely arrogant statement was like an invisible shockwave that instantly filled the entire space, causing everything around it to tremble.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, raised the gleaming longsword, and held it upright in front of his chest.

In an instant, an incomparably powerful aura spread outwards from him, and wherever it went, even the surrounding air seemed to be under tremendous pressure, making crackling and popping sounds.

At the same time, the once sunny sky suddenly changed color, and a fierce wind howled, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes. In an instant, sand and stones flew, the sky darkened, and it seemed as if the end of the world was about to come.

"The Three-Word Secret: The Cutting Technique!"

Zhao Chuan slowly uttered these words, each one resounding like a great bell, echoing through the sky.

As he finished speaking, a narrow rift suddenly opened in the void behind him, and a dazzling golden light shot out from it.

Immediately afterwards, a golden longsword, shimmering with dazzling light and carrying unparalleled power, shot out from the crack and rushed straight towards the enemy on the other side.

A deafening "bang" resounded, like a thunderclap from the heavens. The golden longsword collided violently with the powerful force unleashed by the enemy, instantly sending visible ripples of energy sweeping outwards in all directions.

Wherever it passed, mountains and trees were reduced to rubble under the terrifying impact.