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

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Suddenly, a water spear hurtled towards Zhao Chuan like an arrow released from a bow! The attack was fierce and caught everyone off guard.

However, Zhao Chuan displayed astonishing reaction speed and agility.

He keenly observed the attack and accurately judged the best time to dodge.

Just as the water spear was about to strike him, he swiftly took a step forward, his figure shifting and elusive like a ghost.

Using the magical power of the Flying Technique, he skillfully avoided the water spear attack and successfully appeared behind the Water-Walking Illusionist.

Zhao Chuan gripped the long sword tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he swung his longsword, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and slashed fiercely into the Water-Walking Illusionist's body.

As the long sword slashed in, Zhao Chuan couldn't help but reveal a smug smile, as if he had already won.

However, just as he was about to pull the knife out, he found that no matter how hard he tried, the knife seemed to be firmly stuck in the Water Elemental Phantom's body and could not be moved at all.

His expression turned serious, realizing that something was wrong.

The Water-type Illusionist felt excruciating pain and let out a low, painful roar.

It twisted its body, trying to fling the long sword stuck inside by spinning.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuan knew he had to make a decision immediately.

He understood that continuing the entanglement could put him in danger.

Therefore, he decisively abandoned the long sword that was difficult to pull out, and retreated as quickly as possible, leaving the Water Illusionist's attack range.

Zhao Chuan gazed at the water-based illusionist before him, secretly pondering his next strategy.

"Damn it, system, come out quickly! What kind of monster is this?!" Zhao Chuan shouted as he condensed his lightning elemental power.

As he finished speaking, a purple light burst forth from his hand, followed by a purple elemental longsword crackling with lightning that slowly appeared.

However, Zhao Chuan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a look of strain appeared on his face.

"Host, this is a Water-type Phantom, born from the power of the Primordial Sea of ​​Emptiness. We are working hard to find its weakness, please hold on!"

The system's voice rang in Zhao Chuan's mind, tinged with anxiety.

Zhao Chuan gritted his teeth, secretly glad that he had elemental power to mobilize, but facing this strange and powerful enemy, he felt unprecedented pressure.

He took a deep breath, gripped the purple longsword tightly, and stared intently at the water-walking illusionist in front of him.

Although he was physically exhausted, his subconscious told him that he couldn't die here.

Zhao Chuan knew he couldn't be held back by the enemy's counterattacks; he had to find their weaknesses to defeat them. But the system was unreliable, so he had to do it himself.

Suddenly, he noticed that the water flowing on the Water Phantom seemed to have a certain regularity.

He concentrated, carefully observing the Water Phantom's movements, trying to find a flaw in them.

Just then, the Water Illusionist launched another attack, and a huge wave of water swept towards Zhao Chuan.

Zhao Chuan dodged to the side, simultaneously using his light footwork to quickly circle around to the side of the Water-type Illusionist.

He seized the opportunity, wielding his longsword. The sword, imbued with the power of lightning, hissed in the air like a silver snake. With each swing, it unleashed dazzling sword energy, attacking the Water Illusionist's side.

The power of thunder, like a mighty force, tightly bound the Water-type Illusionist, as if countless vines were intertwined, making his movements slow and sluggish.

Seeing this, a cunning glint flashed in Zhao Chuan's eyes. He quickly stepped into the void, and with a flash, he approached the Water Elemental Illusionist.

At the same time, he conjured a blazing flame in his hand and struck the Water Illusionist's vital points without mercy.

However, to Zhao Chuan's surprise, the flames he unleashed had no effect whatsoever, disappearing without a trace as if a small stone had been thrown into the ocean.

The Water-Walking Illusionist sensed Zhao Chuan's provocation and attack, and his anger grew even stronger.

He roared and swung his hands, summoning a huge, gleaming dagger, which he swung fiercely at Zhao Chuan.

Zhao Chuan was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side, but at that moment, a water rope suddenly emerged from behind him, coiling around his body as nimbly as a venomous snake and binding him tightly.

Zhao Chuan struggled to break free of the restraints, but the water ropes tightened more and more, making it impossible for him to move.

Just as he was feeling distraught, the sharp dagger mercilessly slashed open his chest, and blood gushed out, splattering into the air.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Zhao Chuan's face was as pale as paper. He clutched his chest and coughed violently, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! What kind of weird water is this? It can actually drain my life force!"

He cursed inwardly.

Recalling that moment, he felt a powerful force surge into his body, as if it were draining his life force.

The deep blue longsword of the water-elemental illusionist filled him with despair.

Just now, Zhao Chuan was hit by that slash, and he flew back several meters like a kite with a broken string.

After landing, he endured the excruciating pain, a flash of purple lightning in his eyes, but the water-elemental illusionist gave him no chance to catch his breath.

It let out a piercing screech, raised its deep blue arm and pointed it at Zhao Chuan. Immediately afterward, many small water-based phantoms suddenly appeared around it.

These little water-evolving phantoms walked slowly but resolutely toward Zhao Chuan, their faces expressionless.

They exude a chilling aura that sends shivers down your spine.

"Damn it, this little bastard is actually one of the minions he summoned!"

Zhao Chuan said through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment.

Faced with this powerful enemy, he felt somewhat lost, but he knew he could not give up easily.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Chuan quickly took out a healing medicine from his system space and drank it without hesitation.

The medicine took effect quickly, and the wound on his chest gradually healed.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chuan slowly and resolutely stood up, his hand tightly gripping the longsword that emitted a mysterious purple light. The blade flickered with lightning, like leaping purple flames, giving off an undeniable sense of oppression.

His gaze was focused and resolute, his eyes flashing with purple lightning, as if they could pierce through any obstacle.

He took that step forward without fear, his feet treading on the void, walking step by step towards the sky.

Each step emitted a powerful, lingering pressure that spread out like ripples, as if the entire world was trembling.

As he moved forward, four illusory swords gleaming with strange light appeared behind him. They floated behind Zhao Chuan in a peculiar pattern, as if possessed by sword immortals.

These illusory swords each emanated different light and aura; some were dark and piercing, some were as hot as fire, some were as solid as a rock, and some were as still as water.

At this moment, Zhao Chuan was like a war god descending from the sky; his imposing aura inspired awe.

He was tall and imposing, with well-defined muscles, exuding an unparalleled power. His long hair flowed in the wind, as if blending into the surrounding air.

His face was handsome and dignified, with a hint of determination and resilience.

He knew that if he didn't go all out now, there would be no chance of victory.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to show his true strength, holding nothing back.

He wanted to show this water-elemental illusionist his power and make it understand that he was not someone to be easily bullied.

"Beast! I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens, penetrate the earth, cleave mountains and rivers, and annihilate all gods. Do you dare to accept it?!"

Zhao Chuan stared intently at the Water-Walking Illusionist, his eyes filled with anger and determination.

With a furious shout, he raised his longsword high above his head.

His body was surrounded by powerful elemental energy, like a surging torrent, constantly surging.

These elemental forces seemed to be drawn by some mysterious power, and they all surged into the longsword.

At the same time, the four magical longswords behind Zhao Chuan seemed to sense their master's call and began to tremble violently. They swirled rapidly around the longsword like four shining stars.

Each longsword emitted a dazzling light, echoing the main sword and forming an astonishing sword formation.

Meanwhile, the water-evolving phantom on the opposite side pressed its hands firmly against the pool of water on the ground, greedily absorbing the minions it had summoned earlier. As these minions disappeared, its size expanded rapidly again, becoming enormous.

At this moment, the Water-type Illusionist had transformed into a towering giant tower that reached into the clouds, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Faced with such a gigantic water-based illusionary being, Zhao Chuan's fear had long since vanished.

His eyes were firm, filled with fearless courage.

At this moment, he had disregarded life and death, and only wanted to unleash this sword strike with all his might.

Victory or defeat, life or death, all depend on this one sword strike, entirely in the hands of fate.

The Water-type Illusionist let out a sharp, piercing roar, a sound that seemed to tear through space, filling people with immense fear and pain.

With a roar, the Water-type Illusionist's body began to rapidly expand and grow larger. Its originally transparent body gradually became solidified, and its body shimmered with blue light.

It clenched its fists tightly, gathering power until it gradually formed a huge dagger.

The dagger was crystal clear and exuded a cold aura, as if it could cut through anything.

The Water-Walking Illusionist, wielding a giant dagger, charged toward Zhao Chuanhui at an astonishing speed.

"Good, you've come at the right time. Prepare to receive this sword strike!"

Zhao Chuanhui sensed the Water-type Illusionist's attack, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He fearlessly raised the greatsword in his hand, which was imbued with immense lightning element. The sword flashed with dazzling lightning, as if it contained endless energy.

When the Water-type Illusionist's giant dagger collided with Zhao Chuanhui's lightning element greatsword, the entire space trembled.

A massive shockwave erupted from between the two, spreading outwards and creating a gust of wind.

Zhao Chuanhui gripped the sword hilt tightly, using all his strength to resist the Water Illusionist's attack.

His muscles were taut, his eyes were firm and sharp, and he showed no sign of backing down.

At the same time, he continuously mobilized the lightning element within his body and injected it into the greatsword, making it even more powerful.

The Water-type Illusionist's giant dagger and Zhao Chuanhui's lightning element greatsword were locked in a stalemate, with both sides desperately applying pressure and trying to suppress the other.

The intense battle filled the air with tension, as if an explosion could occur at any moment.

Zhao Chuan gritted his teeth, and with a thought in his mind, a crimson flaming longsword flew like lightning toward the Water Illusionist's back, stabbing it with astonishing speed.

The illusory sword, wreathed in raging flames, struck the Water-type Illusionist with unerring accuracy, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain.

However, at that moment, a powerful and dense force was activated from the Water Elemental Illusionary Man's body, which made Zhao Chuan immediately realize that something was wrong.

He quickly turned his gaze to the area below the Water Phantom, where he saw the once calm pond suddenly begin to move violently.

In the blink of an eye, all the seawater seemed to be attracted by a mysterious force, gathering together to form a towering wall of water, which slowly rose.

The wall of water, like a giant monster, slowly and steadily rushed towards Zhao Chuan, seemingly carrying endless power and malice.

Every drop of water in the water wall seemed to come alive, shimmering with an eerie light that sent chills down one's spine.

Zhao Chuan was startled, realizing that danger was approaching. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, mobilized all the meridians in his body, and circulated his internal energy with all his might.

His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding together, and a trickle of blood even escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care at all; his eyes were only on the enemy before him.

At the same time, the Water-Walking Illusionist brandished his dagger and continued his attack on Zhao Chuan. The two weapons clashed fiercely once more, producing a piercing clang.

The immense force caused space to begin to tear apart, as if a hole had been hammered into the air, leaving it riddled with cracks.

Zhao Chuan knew that he had to defeat the Water Illusionist as soon as possible, otherwise he would be unable to withstand the massive wave that was about to strike.

He exerted all his strength, channeling all his power into the giant sword.

Just then, the powerful aftershock finally tore the space that was still struggling to hold on, and a powerful explosion was heard. Zhao Chuan was hit head-on by the explosion and was thrown out. His body tumbled in the air, and blood spurted from his mouth.

The greatsword he was gripping tightly also loosened under the impact of the explosion, its blade gleaming with a cold light as it flew straight toward the water-evolving illusionist.

The Water-type Phantom had no time to dodge; the giant sword pierced its throat in an instant, splitting it in two.

However, none of this brought Zhao Chuan any comfort, because he had lost consciousness. His body, which had been blasted away, traced an arc in the air before finally falling into the torn space.

The torn space was like a giant black hole, mercilessly swallowing everything around it.

Zhao Chuan's figure vanished quickly, as if he had never existed.

No one knows where he went or whether he is still alive.

Just then, Ningguang, who was still busy in the Jade Pavilion in Liyue, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, and a strange unease welled up in her heart.

Meanwhile, in faraway Fontaine, Funina, who was handling government affairs, suddenly clutched her chest, her face contorted in pain.

Meanwhile, the traveler "Hotaru," who was far away in prison, also felt a sharp pain in her heart, causing her to frown.

This strange phenomenon was perplexing, but all three understood that it was no coincidence. There seemed to be some connection between them, a connection that allowed them to feel the same pain at the same moment.