The Homeless Man of Teyvat

Two days later,

Yujing Terrace was once again filled with Liyue people, but unlike the last time, the Liyue people at this moment did not have the worries and anxieties of the last time, but instead had heavy sorrow and extremely determined eyes.

Lord Yan said that he hoped that in the future, Morax would be proud of having been a god of Liyue, so the Liyue people would fulfill Lord Yan's wish even at the cost of their lives!

"The time has come!"

Ningguang stood in the center of the ceremony again, with Keqing and Ganyu standing behind her.

The powdered glazed lily was added to the incense burner, and the eternal incense was lit, with smoke rising. Seven kites representing the seven gods surrounded the ceremony, and the fragrance of the ointment made of the colorful flower filled the air, soft but lingering, like the dim sky and the hazy fog.

In the Golden House,

Ying leaned against the giant snake, humming an unknown ballad from another world.

Paimon sat beside her, waiting obediently and quietly, waiting for their friends, their travel companions, to wake up from their sleep.

Tianheng Mountain,

Ye Lan took a soft cloth and gently wiped the tombstone. There was no one around.

She thought for a long time and finally decided to visit the tomb alone.

Tian Feng didn't like places with too many strangers. For him, one is to be careful whether there are any dangerous people among these strangers. Second, if there are too many strangers, he has to disguise himself... It's too tiring.

Then it's better to be alone.

Bring tea and wine, have a few drinks with him, and say some private words.

Since Ningguang said that she would decide everything, then it's okay to be a little willful in this matter, right?

There was an arc at the corner of Ye Lan's lips, and it quickly dissipated. She stared at the tombstone in a daze, blinked, and tried to take back the tears that were about to overflow, but her vision was still blurred.

She sniffed, took a breath gently, and leaned quietly on the tombstone.

"Tian Feng, I miss you so much..."

"...As I said just now, the Emperor's soul returned to heaven, which is the end of the [Contract] and the end of an era."

"The people of Liyue were once happy, and in happiness they forgot the cruelty of time."

"After waking up from a dream, people learned to say goodbye."

Ningguang took a step forward, her eyes swept over the people of Liyue below, and she took a breath: "After the [Contract] is re-established, will you - bless the next era?"

There was a moment of silence below, followed by sporadic sounds, which gradually gathered and eventually became an ocean.

"Yes!"

"The people of Liyue will never let Lord Yan down!"

"We want to be, and will definitely be, the pride of Lord Yan!"

"Thousands of rocks are solid, and the mountains are immovable!"

"Thousands of rocks are solid, and the mountains are immovable!!"

The sea-like shouts resounded through the clouds, shaking the world.

In a place that no one could see, strands of faith gathered, entangled, and condensed together, turning into a magnificent light column that was invisible to the naked eye.

Zhongli's expression was solemn. With his hands, he formed a seal as heavy as a mountain, collecting the seemingly endless power of faith and guiding it to split into two.

One was thrown into the golden house and went straight into the giant snake's huge body; the other crossed the sky and sank into the ground, submerging the small coffin at the foot of Tianheng Mountain and merging into Chen Tianfeng's body bit by bit.

The giant snake Chen Tianfeng and the human Chen Tianfeng both breathed weakly at the same time, their eyelids trembling slightly, as if they would wake up at any time, but also seemed to be still immersed in a long dream.

Chen Tianfeng looked up at the sun that was about to "touch" the mountains in the sky, and was confused.

He seemed to hear someone shouting, very messy and unclear; someone was saying something in his ear, which seemed a little sad; and someone was humming a nice but unfamiliar ballad, which seemed to be a woman, and the voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He lowered his head and looked at his high priest. A gentle look appeared on the fierce giant snake's face: "Hold a funeral for me, priest."

"...Lord God, is there really no other way?"

The high priest looked sad and looked up at him, his eyes full of prayers: "If I lose you, lose God, and lose the world... will the Holy Spirit still be the Holy Spirit?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as you can survive, it doesn't matter whether it is the Holy Spirit or the evil spirit. It's not like I haven't been called [evil] by people or gods. Aren't you also [evil people]?"

Chen Tianfeng smiled, and then his expression became serious: "The important thing is to survive, my priest. Go and arrange it. Apart from this, we have no choice."

"...Yes."

The high priest burst into tears, leaning on the scepter given by the gods, and left tremblingly.

After that, the high priest came to report the progress of the funeral to the gods every once in a while, and the gods stared at the slowly but firmly setting sun in silence.

This world has long lost the "sun and moon alternation". The sun in the sky is the final countdown. When it sets, this world will be swallowed up by the end of the world, and there will be no life and hope.

But how can this be possible?

The giant snake stared at the sun, and his cold eyes were full of anger.

He would never allow his people and his world to be destroyed unreasonably like this!

He waited patiently, waiting for his own funeral and the last chance.

Finally, when the sun in the sky "touched" the mountains, the funeral of the god was ready.

The 1,735,435,713 people of the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit walked out of their homes and gathered in city squares, farmlands, wilderness, and everywhere where projection equipment was installed, silent and sad. looking at his own god.

The gods are leaving. This is the funeral of the gods.

Everyone knew it, and everyone couldn't believe it.

People were sobbing quietly.

"My people."

Chen Tianfeng raised his head, and the voice was relayed through the instrument and reached the ears of every Holy Spirit person: "The sun is going out. It is about to set and will never rise again. Eternal night, coldness and death will come together. They Vow to destroy our world."

"Even with all the power of the gods, we couldn't prevent the end - we failed."

"But fear not, my people."

The giant snake seemed to smile and said in a gentle voice: "I will create the last chance for you. I will tear apart the world briefly and crucify the sun to buy you time. Then, escape, my people, escape from this place." A world without hope."

Under the gaze of 1,735,435,713 eyes, the giant snake raised its head to look at the sun, absorbed all the power of faith gathered by the Holy Spirit man, and then roared to the sky!

"hiss--!!!"

The giant snake's body flickered, turning into endless light spots and scattering in all directions!

His bones and blood, his scales and fangs, his power and authority...except for his pure and supreme soul, everything about him merged into points of light, turned into a spring breeze that enveloped the entire country, and condensed into A little drizzle.

The gentle rain nourishes the 1,735,435,713 people of the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit, giving them everything of the gods.

This is the last spring breeze given to the people by the gods.

The people of the Holy Spirit burst into tears. They watched the soul of the god rush into the sky, watched him merge with the will of the world, and nailed the great sun to the sky!

The man of the Holy Spirit knelt on the ground, weeping for the departure of the god, and heard the god's last words in his ears.

"Live, my people."

"Even if the sun sets, even if the world is destroyed, we must do whatever it takes to survive..."