The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 207 Witnessed Death
Golden House,
Ying stopped singing and noticed some changes in the giant snake beside her.

His body gradually faded and finally turned into a phantom. He opened his eyes, glanced at Ying gently, nodded slightly, and sent a white scale as warm as jade to the blonde girl.

The scales are about the size of a palm, with incomprehensible but beautiful patterns.

Ying took the scale, raised her head, and was about to say something, but she saw the giant snake soar into the sky, passing through the roof of the Golden House like a phantom, and flew to an unknown place.

"Eh? Tian Feng?"

Paimon exclaimed, grabbed the corner of Ying's clothes with his little hands, and said anxiously: "Where is he going? Let's catch up with him!"

"It's okay, I know where he went."

Ying smiled gently, stretched out her hand to ruffle Paimeng's hair, looked at the white scales, her beautiful eyes shining: "He has already told me."

The huge snake shadow soared and rolled in the sky, disturbing the clouds in the west and pinching the clouds in the east into blurry human figures. It was having a lot of fun. Finally, it lowered its head and went straight into the graveyard under Tianheng Mountain, merging with the young man with his eyes closed.

The sky was too high and the snake shadow was too illusory, so the people in Liyue Harbor could not see the giant snake shuttling through the clouds, but only saw the suddenly changing clouds.

So it was natural to assume that this was Prince Yan’s final farewell to the people of Liyue.

The people of Liyue wiped away their tears, straightened their chests, and wanted to say goodbye to their gods in the best possible manner.

Unlike most Liyue people who cannot see shadows,
Ye Lan's eyes widened as she witnessed the giant snake's phantom falling straight down and rushing into Chen Tianfeng's tomb. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the giant snake seemed to be stunned when it saw her, and even had a flash of nervousness and panic.

What exactly is going on?

Ye Lan's expression changed. She recalled Ning Guang's unusual behavior two days ago, her inexplicable questions, and the very casual task arrangement. Her eyes flashed, and some shocking guesses suddenly popped up in her mind.

Could it be... this is the miracle of the Rock King?

He couldn't bear to see his good friend die in battle because of his request, so at the last moment of his life, he made a backup plan and granted Chen Tianfeng the miracle of resurrection?

No, that's not right. If that were the case, Ningguang shouldn't be so relaxed... She looked like... like...

Ye Lan was suddenly stunned and turned abruptly to look towards Liyue Harbor. Above this prosperous port city, the sky palace known as the Yunxia Fairy Palace on earth by the people of Liyue - the Qun Yu Pavilion - was quietly parked between the city and the clouds.

"It's as if the Emperor has not passed away..."

Ye Lan murmured.

Only in this way, Ningguang, who should have been overwhelmed, would suddenly feel like she had a backbone, a barrier to rely on, and the confidence to handle various affairs calmly.

The Emperor did not die, He just chose to let go and hoped that the people of Liyue would create a future that belonged to them.

Since the Emperor has not passed away, and now it seems that He is still in control of the situation at the last moment of letting go, then will Chen Tianfeng, who was invited by Him to fight fiercely with Osel, really die in the battle?
Ye Lan's expression was filled with excitement. She stared at the tombstone with burning eyes full of anticipation.

“Tian Feng…”

“Tian Feng!”

Ying ran all the way and finally arrived at the place. She held her knees and took a deep breath. When she looked up, she saw a strange yet somewhat familiar beautiful woman standing in front of her. Behind her was a grave with the words "Tomb of Chen Tianfeng" engraved on the tombstone.

"You are……"

Ying was stunned for a moment, then reacted, but her tone was a little uncertain: "Ye Lan?"

"it's me."

Ye Lan nodded slightly, folded her arms, and looked down at me: "You finally came, but you came a step too late."

She paused, as if trying to calm her expression, but still couldn't hide her sadness: "Chen Tianfeng is dead."

She came at a really bad time... Ye Lan maintained a calm yet sad expression, thinking about how to make this beautiful and gentle woman in front of her make her biggest rival leave quickly... She was still waiting to dig a grave.

She is here at a really bad time... Ying looks at the beautiful and dangerous woman in front of her, wondering how to get her to leave. Tian Feng is still waiting for her downstairs.

Paimeng looked at Ying, then at Ye Lan. For some reason, he felt a little cold. He quietly moved some distance away from the two of them, then heaved a sigh of relief.

It's so scary... I always feel like someone is going to be killed.

Paimon tried to reduce his presence, and felt a little pity for the guy who might be killed. "You..."

"you……"

Ye Lan and Ying spoke at the same time, then stopped at the same time, looking into each other's eyes, both of them suddenly realizing.

"You knew already."

"You know."

They spoke at the same time again.

The two looked at each other, suddenly smiled, and looked at Paimon at the same time.

“…What, what happened?”

the little mascot stammered with a laugh.

"Paimon, we need to talk about something, you..."

"Don't worry! Paimon can't hear or see now!"

The little mascot patted his chest to assure himself, and immediately turned around and took out his special earplugs to plug his ears.

……

Chen Tianfeng opened his eyes and saw a long corridor emitting pure white fluorescent light. On both sides of the corridor there were constantly changing fragmented light and shadows, as if recording or witnessing something.

"Oh...it's troublesome."

Chen Tianfeng didn't pay attention to the corridor in front of him. He looked behind him, sighed as if he had a headache, and rubbed his temple with his hand.

Why is Ye Lan guarding his grave?

This is how to do?
Chen Tianfeng felt quite guilty. He struggled for a long time but couldn't think of any solution to have the best of both worlds. He could only sigh again, put the problem aside for the time being, and looked at the fluorescent corridors on both sides with broken light and shadows.

He was silent for a few seconds, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, smiled, and walked into the corridor.

Here are recorded all the deaths He witnessed.

All deaths in the Holy Spirit world are recorded in it, including every grain of sand, every blade of grass, every once-living life that has not escaped before the world's death.

And the deaths he witnessed since arriving in Teyvat—whether at his hands or not.

Chen Tianfeng walked slowly forward, looking at the records of deaths in Teyvat. There were sand and gravel, grass and trees, flying birds and swimming fish, forest deer and wild boars, monsters and humans... and also demon gods.

Chen Tianfeng stopped and saw the vortex demon emerging in the light and shadow. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand tentatively, closed his eyes lightly, made some attempts, and finally groaned and withdrew his hand in disappointment.

Sure enough, it doesn’t work.

It seems that now he can only choose a being below the Demon God from the deaths he witnessed and resurrect them.

But it's already very good.

He was not obsessed with it. It was already good enough to awaken this ability during resurrection. What's more... it would become stronger as his resurrection progressed.

Perhaps after his soul is resurrected and merged, it will be possible to revive the demon god. In short, he is finally no longer a "dirty bomb" that is hated by people and abandoned by God.

Chen Tianfeng smiled softly, turned around and looked at the death recorded in the Holy Spirit World, his expression became depressed.

Unlike Teyvat, death in the Holy Spirit World is a whole. Either you live together or you die together. There is no way to take shortcuts and choose only one existence to be resurrected.

He pursed his lips and looked at a familiar figure in the light and shadow. His eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, but he only let out a long sigh: "You stubborn old guy..."

The figure held a scepter with a long snake coiled around it, with an easy smile on his old face and gentle eyes, as if he was still alive, staring at his god.

(End of this chapter)