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

"Congratulations, host, for using a (life-saving card). Please proceed with caution."

The system reminded Zhao Chuan in his mind.

"Cough cough, damn it, I was careless. I didn't expect such a small slap to hurt so much. It seems that I won't be able to save my life unless I use some real skills."

Zhao Chuan wiped the blood from his mouth and slowly opened his arms.

"Zhao Chuan, are you alright?"

Paimon came closer and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine!"

Zhao Chuan waved his hand, signaling Paimon not to move forward. Then he closed his eyes. At this moment, spiritual energy condensed into a pink power, and a large tide of peach blossoms gathered from behind Zhao Chuan and bloomed instantly, filling the entire space with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

At this moment, Zhao Chuan opened his eyes, and a sword formed from spiritual energy appeared in his hand. He stepped into the void, leaving a pink trail behind him with each step.

"The sword is drawn, the flowers fall; ten thousand swords traverse the ends of the earth."

With a command, the petals falling throughout the space seemed to respond to a summons and converged on the sword in Zhao Chuan's hand.

The skirmisher manipulated the mechanical arm behind him to solidify two balls of lightning and attack Zhao Chuan.

Petals swirled around Zhao Chuan as he swung his sword in mid-air. The sword energy, accompanied by peach petals, swept out in a large arc and hurtled towards the thunderball.

"The epiphyllum blooms... in a fleeting moment."

Zhao Chuan raised the sword to his chest, channeling spiritual energy into it. In an instant, he wielded the sword with dazzling skill, and wherever the sword tip passed, more than a dozen sword energies flew toward the God of Righteousness as if they were sentient.

Seeing such a spectacular sight, Ying realized something was wrong and quickly dodged the mechanical arm, retreating backward.

Nasida and Paimon also looked on in confusion, after all, they had never seen Zhao Chuan's true strength before. At this moment, the entire space was filled with fluttering petals, and every sword aura, carrying petals, slammed fiercely towards the God of Righteousness.

"A trivial skill,"

The skirmisher shouted, and four mechanical arms crossed overhead to form a protective barrier.

As Zhao Chuan landed, the sword in his hand had transformed into a spear, and he clutched his chest, panting heavily.

"Zhao Chuan, when did you become so amazing?"

Paimon said in disbelief.

"Paimon, don't come any closer."

Zhao Chuan turned his head and saw Paimeng flying over. He immediately shouted to stop him. After speaking, he leaped into the air and hovered there. A cloud of dust appeared where Zhao Chuan had been, and a mechanical arm appeared out of thin air. The ground was dented by the impact.

Wow, almost there.

Paimon covered his face as he watched the mechanical hand slowly rise, spewing water elemental energy from its palm towards Ying.

Ying ran in the opposite direction, stopped at the end, turned around, and condensed rock element in her hand to form a high wall. The whole set of movements was smooth and fluid.

The scattered soldiers laughed wildly, then gathered their strength and condensed four gusts of wind, which swept towards the direction of the Grass God.

When Ying removed the rock wall, she saw that Nasita was already surrounded by the gale. Despair appeared on her face. She quickened her pace and ran towards Nasita's location. How could the skirmishers let her go to save Nasita? Several lightning bolts were fired at Ying, but Ying easily dodged them.

Just as the gale was about to sweep Nasita and Paimon into the storm, a black and white force marked Nasita and Paimon. The Tai Chi diagram unfolded, and four gusts of wind collided together. The powerful pressure directly blasted Ying and Zhao Chuan against the wall. Only Nasita and the others, who had been teleported away by Zhao Chuan, escaped the explosion crisis.

Ying gritted her teeth, stood up, raised her silver sword, and soared into the air.

"Zhao Chuan, attack his chest."

Ying threw out three grenade projectiles, which hit the shoulder of the God of the Machine. The only response she received was a barrage of grenade bullets from above the heads of the skirmishers.

"good,-"

Zhao Chuan raised his spear and spun it around. Black and white arcs of electricity appeared on the tip of the spear. A blur flashed in his hand, and the spear flew out of his hand, like a wild horse that had broken free, and firmly pierced the chest of the God of Righteousness.

"Ha... a pointless struggle."

The stragglers laughed wildly, manipulating their mechanical arms to launch a new round of attacks.

On the dilapidated platform, numerous discs appeared, surrounding the mecha. Lightning element was injected into the discs, and purple light emanated from their edges to their centers. The discs surrounding the mecha emitted extremely dangerous shockwaves and began to rotate in reverse time.

"Ying, get out of the way—"

Zhao Chuan waved his hand and shouted, but his feet slipped in mid-air and he swung his right hand.

As if summoned, Zhao Chuan's spear returned to his hand.

Hearing Zhao Chuan's shout, Ying reacted quickly and used the rock wall to block it. However, the rock was eventually pierced by the powerful shockwave. Fortunately, Ying was agile and managed to dodge the impact through the gap.

"Damn it, does it really have no weaknesses?"

Zhao Chuan stood in the air, his heart filled with anxiety as he looked at the current situation.

Just as Zhao Chuan was distracted, a large hand firmly grabbed his body, the powerful force like it was about to crush an ant. Unfortunately for Zhao Chuan, this ant was not weak.

Zhao Chuan was no ignorant child; he calmly gathered his spiritual energy and channeled it into the spear in his hand.

"Mo Lei's Strike".

He swung the gun tip and scratched the metal sheet hard. The electric current conducted through the entire mechanical arm, and instantly that mechanical arm was paralyzed. Zhao Chuan also broke free.

"Haha...hehe...heh, you guys are really laughable, like insects."

The soldiers' wild laughter was truly deafening, as they arrogantly mocked each other.

The paralyzed mechanical arm, as if nothing had happened, lifted up again, gathered elemental power, and thunderclouds appeared in the sky for no reason, with bolts of lightning striking towards Zhao Chuan and Ying.

"Zhao Chuan... hit him in the chest with the same blow you just delivered."

Ying swung her sword and fired three grass arrows, but they were of no practical use, silently piercing the chest of the God of Righteousness.

"Okay, let's try it!"

Zhao Chuan didn't neglect Ying and her words, and he understood the skill Ying used.

A bolt of dark lightning struck successfully, thanks to the efforts of the scattered soldiers.

"Tear, no..."

The stragglers roared.

With a series of explosions, Ying was thrown back by the impact. After landing, she tried to reduce the recoil by sticking her sword into the floor with one hand, but the sword had already cut a crack in the floor. After regaining her balance, Ying looked up and stared wide-eyed as a mechanical arm came crashing down on her. Unable to dodge, Ying raised her sword above her head and took the blow head-on.

"fluorescent!…"

Without a second thought, Zhao Chuan rushed forward. The mechanical arm unleashed powerful elemental lightning, and the surrounding floor crackled with purple light. The overwhelming aura prevented Zhao Chuan from getting any closer.

In an instant, the entire platform was destroyed, and the immense pressure caused everyone to fall. Paimon, who had just reacted, flew over, trying to grab Ying, but the speed at which they were falling made it impossible for Paimon to catch up.

Paimon flew to the bottom and saw Zhao Chuan and Ying push away the boulder covering them. He went up to help and then hurriedly looked around.

"This……"

Zhao Chuan asked in surprise.

The God of the Righteous Machine was seen merging his lower body into one, and as the symbol above his head lit up, the eight discs behind him rapidly appeared, revealing the true God of the Righteous Machine to everyone.

During this battle, the God of the Righteous Machines demonstrated its powerful mobility and technological prowess, with exploding metal shells of mechanical species everywhere. At this moment, the False God was no longer the god he once was, but rather possessed only a small fraction of the power he had during his time as a Demon God.

"How dare you slay a god! Your sins are utterly grave..."

"It's time to end this. You will all vanish into nothingness."

The soldiers' eyes had turned purple; they were so immersed in this power that they could not extricate themselves, and they said arrogantly.

Then, the four mechanical arms of the God of the Machines unfolded and were raised above its head, instantly condensing into a huge ball of energy.

A terrifying pressure filled the entire factory; if this energy ball were to strike, they would be instantly annihilated, with nowhere to hide.

"No."

Zhao Chuan grabbed Ying's hand and pleaded with her not to act impulsively.

There was no longer any chance for them to consider; the massive energy ball had already landed.

"I'm sorry, Zhao Chuan, I have to do this."

After saying that, he broke free from Zhao Chuan's hand, gathered all his elemental power, and rushed forward.

"No."

Zhao Chuan shouted.

Now he finally panicked and quickly made hand seals, gathering all his spiritual power into his palm.

A surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted, but it was too late. Ying had already collided with the energy, and the explosion caused the ground to tremble. When the smoke cleared, only the injured Zhao Chuan and Paimon and Nasita, who were on the very edge and also affected by the blast, remained on the field. If Zhao Chuan hadn't diverted some of his spiritual energy to form a protective shield, they would have been...

"Is it really impossible to defeat a god? Even a false god, how despicable."

Zhao Chuan clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face.

"Poor mortals, you will always have unrealistic dreams. Now kneel down at the feet of the gods!"

Just as the skirmisher raised his mechanical arm to finish off Zhao Chuan, Naxida stood in front of him, trying to resist the massive mech with her small body.

As the skirmisher struck down with his palm, dust billowed up from the ground. The force of the strike was not great, but as his arm rose, he had already grabbed Nasita and lifted her to the head of the mech.

As the mech opened, the skirmisher looked smugly at the melancholy Nasita.

"This should have been a battle between gods, yet you hid behind mortals, and now you're staging a drama of self-sacrifice for humanity. What a self-indulgent god you are, 'Buyer.'"

As he spoke, he looked at his palm, slowly gathering elemental power, then clenched it and struck directly at Naxida. Naxida had no ability to resist and was pierced through the body by the slinger.

Zhao Chuan and Paimon watched helplessly as Naxida's body was pierced through, unable to do anything but cry out in despair.

At that moment, Nasita grasped the arm of the straggler that had pierced through his body.

"The data collection is almost complete. You know how many times you've tried to take my Heart of God now."

Nasita's eyes lit up with green light, and the wall behind her turned into a dense array of green dots. The skirmisher, realizing something was wrong, withdrew his arm and looked around in bewilderment.

As these green lights enveloped the entire space like mirrors and then shattered, everything changed, and everything returned to the beginning.

"That was the 168th time, did you know? In order to create you, the people of Sumeru were also forced to experience the same number of Flower Goddess birthdays and the same number of reincarnations."

Naxi Da nodded to Zhao Chuan and Ying, then slowly walked towards the scattered soldiers, placed her hands in front of her chest, and said to them.

"When did the ability to dream begin...?"

The soldier ignored her words, pondering how he could be in a dream. At that moment, he understood. He burst into wild laughter and opened his arms wide.

"What's the point of such petty tricks that you can't even defeat me in your dreams?"

The stragglers waved their hands and said listlessly.

"Zhao Chuan, Ying, like before, let me help you recall the memories in your dream."

Nasida shook her head, turned to Ying and Zhao Chuan, and said. Then she waved her hand, and two streams of green energy surged into her mind.

"Have I already experienced so many endings? What is my dream? To protect... Yes, it is to protect. If I can't even protect the people I want to protect in so many reincarnations, what else can I do? What about the promises I made? I... will not give up, even if I perish and my path is destroyed, I will never regret it!"

As Zhao Chuan recalled so many memories of reincarnation, how many times he had been pierced by the false god, and how many times he had watched Ying die beside him, he came to understand some truths and how to evaluate his own fate. At this moment, purple light flashed in his eyes, and a purple Sumeru-style lightning-elemental divine eye appeared in front of Zhao Chuan. This divine eye burst forth with brilliant light, and Zhao Chuan reached out and grasped the divine eye, hanging it on his waist.

"This... the Thunder God's Eye has appeared."

Paimon covered his mouth in surprise.

"This... How is this possible?"

The stragglers roared in disbelief.

"The Thunder God's Eye has not been bestowed for a long time. How did Zhao Chuan obtain it?"

Ying hadn't expected this situation either.

The skirmisher still harbored a fear of lightning. The light emanating from this Eye of God already possessed a certain oppressive power. He simply couldn't believe that a lightning-type Eye of God could never be created again, and now one had appeared right before him.

"Could it be? No? Impossible! Beneath the Seven Leaves... only I shall endure! You shall all perish! Hahahaha!"

The stragglers thought to themselves, but roared as they gathered their elemental power in their mechanical arms and attacked Zhao Chuan.

"Phew! A mere trifle."

Zhao Chuan waved his hands, purple elemental power emanating from his body. He slowly walked through the air, and five swords appeared behind him: a purple elemental sword, a green elemental sword, a blue elemental sword, a red elemental sword, and finally a yellow elemental sword. They followed closely behind Zhao Chuan, rushing towards the shockwave.

Zhao Chuan smiled slightly, extended two fingers, and swung them five times, instantly splitting the scattered soldiers' energy balls apart and dissipating them.

"Next, it's my turn!"

Zhao Chuan withdrew his two fingers, and a purple sword floated in front of him. Grasping the sword, Zhao Chuan felt a slight numbness in his body, but its power was not great, so he didn't think much of it.

"Try this trick, the ephemeral beauty... will only last a moment!"

Zhao Chuan brandished his purple sword, and then streaks of purple sword energy, each carrying a flower petal, shot towards the God of Righteousness.