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

The fog was thick, danger lurked, and the scene was bizarre. A wisp of breeze drifted by, bringing coolness, dispersing the black fog, stroking the hair comb, and blowing past two women who were slumped on the ground.

The two women stared blankly at the black mist that had been dispersed by the breeze, and no black energy emanated from the crack.

But within the cracks, a grand conspiracy is unfolding, and the target is the man before them (Zhao Chuan).

"I will use my body as a sword, gather the wrath of thunder, descend upon the world, slay evil spirits, and wipe out demons."

Zhao Chuan withdrew the rock element from his hand, his palm transformed into two fingers, and he brought them back to his lips, chanting incantations. As time passed, the monsters around him were once again controlled by the Abyss Mages. The Hilichurls, who had already died, rose up as if from the dead and rushed towards Zhao Chuan. Many Abyss Mages chanted spells and retreated from the battlefield, controlling their own monsters to attack Zhao Chuan, who was still gathering elemental power.

From all directions, the massive army of tens of thousands of dead hillocks surged forth like a raging flood, intent on tearing everything apart.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.

Tiny currents of electricity flickered and leaped around Zhao Chuan's body, like silver snakes dancing.

These currents gradually converged into a dazzling bolt of lightning, enveloping his entire body and slowly lifting him into the air.

At this moment, Zhao Chuan was like a thunder god descending to earth, exuding a terrifying aura of majesty.

He closed his eyes tightly, focusing intently on guiding the surging elemental power within his body. At this moment, the pressure was about to arrive, and the spear in his hand vanished, condensing into a purple illusionary sword. At the same time, a purple radiance appeared behind him, like reincarnation, or even rebirth.

Amidst the radiance, four illusory swords of different colors slowly materialized and floated behind Zhao Chuan. He gripped the longsword tightly in one hand and swung it into the air. In that instant, space tore apart, and the four swords behind him seemed to be summoned, following the sword in his hand as they soared into the sky. Then, he pointed the swords at the demons, and the four illusory swords in the sky rained down on the demon horde.

Then Zhao Chuan flashed forward, slashing horizontally with his sword. A large number of demons turned to ashes, and the air was also cut off. Four swords followed his figure, shuttling among the demons and killing them all.

Facing the abyss mage in the distance, he unleashed a sword aura without hesitation. The purple sword aura, crackling with electricity, sliced ​​through the black mist like an arrow, cleaving the abyss mage in two at the waist, who was protected by a shield.

The Abyss Mages were stunned by what they saw and were at a loss. Zhao Chuan's power had completely robbed them of control of the battlefield, and countless Hilichurl corpses had turned to ashes. The Abyss Mages then gathered together and communicated in an unknown language.

At this moment, Zhao Chuan was still slaughtering in the horde of corpses. Streams of sword energy carrying arcs of electricity crisscrossed the sky and earth. The originally eerie and terrifying black mist filled with a dangerous aura was instantly shattered by the powerful lightning.

Hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands! Countless Hilichurls surged in and receded like a tide, the once deafening battlefield suddenly eerily silent, leaving only corpses strewn across the ground and an overwhelming, nauseating stench of blood. Zhao Chuan stood in the center of this carnage, his clothes soaked in the black blood of his enemies, as if he had stepped out of hell. His hands gripped his sword tightly, trembling slightly, his legs weak from exhaustion, forcing him to crouch and gasp for breath. Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the moss-covered paving stones beneath his feet.

“Foolish mortal, your stamina will eventually be limited. A war of attrition will be enough to wear you down. Now become my puppet.”

The Abyss Mage let out a piercing laugh, his face full of disdain and mockery. As he sneered, he twisted the staff in his hand that emitted an eerie light. With his movement, a huge ball of black liquid suddenly gushed from the head of the staff, sweeping straight towards Zhao Chuan like a raging torrent.

The black liquid churned and bubbled, emitting a nauseating stench.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be corroded and distorted, revealing the powerful evil force it contained.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Zhao Chuan's expression changed drastically. He quickly retreated, maneuvering his exhausted body to dodge the fatal blow.

However, the black liquid was so abundant, like a torrential rain, that it approached him in the blink of an eye, and he struggled to throw the illusion sword in his hand.

The illusory sword, released from its grasp, soared like an eagle taking flight, hurtling straight towards the dense black liquid. The two collided instantly, unleashing an explosion as deafening as thunder, causing the entire secret realm to tremble violently. In an instant, the massive shockwave from the collision of the black liquid and the purple illusory sword engulfed numerous abyss mages. The aftershocks of the explosion even cracked the ground, as if the entire secret realm was about to crumble.

"This is bad, let's go."

The remaining surviving abyss mages panicked and tried to escape, but they didn't expect that a strong wind would start to blow in the sealed secret realm. The abyss mages who were about to run away were pressed to the ground by the strong wind, and the abyss mages who resisted were crushed to death by the wind pressure.

"Oh dear, don't go! It's so lively! Why do you have to leave? I haven't had enough of this great show yet."

A lazy voice came out, and Zhao Chuan lifted his tired body to look.

Underneath a green hat were two glowing braids, a noble dress, a green cloak, and green shorts. Then, legs were visible beneath white stockings, and a wind-attribute divine eye hung at her waist. She spoke slowly and teasingly.

"I never expected to encounter something like this when I wanted to visit Grandpa Zhong."

The man jumped down from the stone wall, glanced at Zhao Chuan, and walked towards the Abyss Mage.

A gentle breeze drifted into the mind of the abyss mages, and after a while, those abyss mages had disappeared.

"Are you alright, my friend?"

The man walked over, reached out and grabbed Zhao Chuan's shoulder to help him up, saying...

"It's nothing, I just ran out of elemental energy. Cough cough, thank you, Wendy."

Zhao Chuan clenched his fist, covered his lips, coughed a few times, and said.

"Friend, who are you? I haven't told you my name."

Wendy sensed something was wrong. He gathered wind element at his toes and instantly retreated out of Zhao Chuan's attack range.

Oh dear, I blurted it out. I've only seen him in the World Tree, and we've never crossed paths in real life. It's normal for him to be wary. Zhao Chuan thought to himself, helplessly patting his head, regretting why he had been so tactless.

"Ahem, Mondstadt's most famous bard, who captures all the beauty of the world in his poems, would be a first-rate celebrity in Liyue as well."

Zhao Chuan coughed lightly and smiled to cover up his embarrassment.

"Hehe, that's what you said."

Wendy, blushing from the compliment, scratched her head and said, "I believe you now, I'll let my guard down and come over."

"Thank you so much just now, otherwise I would have been in real danger."

Zhao Chuan dispersed his spiritual energy and said.

"Hey, my friend, I think you can handle them without me having to lift a finger. You must have some hidden strength."

Wendy patted Zhao Chuan on the shoulder and said.

"Haha, let's go out first."

Zhao Chuan pointed to the ground that was about to crack and said.

"Okay, I've calculated the time, and two days have already passed. There are two high-ranking officials from Liyue Harbor still near the rift, seemingly waiting for you, and they look very worried."

Wendy said jokingly.

But Zhao Chuan heard it differently, thinking that he had actually stayed here for two days, so they must be worried about him.

Just as she was about to leave, Wendy turned back, raised her hand, and a gust of wind rose up, beginning to tear apart this secret realm.

"This is a polluted place; it's better to destroy it."

After Wendy finished explaining, the two left the secret realm.