Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [572]

Dark clouds loomed, and torrential rain poured down, yet the three adepti did not use their powers to disperse the storm over Liyue Harbor. Instead, they watched the battle below in silence.

They understood by now—no matter how many times they cleared the skies, the storm would always return.

“This power… we’ve confirmed it, haven’t we?”

“Yes, there’s no mistake.”

Moon Carver’s voice was cold. “The Vortex God, Osial—this is his power, his authority.”

“That ancient god, long since defeated, still dreams of reclaiming his throne?”

Cloud Retainer’s voice burned with fury. “Arrogant fool! I shall strike him down myself!”

Moon Carver cast a sidelong glance at his old friend. Even if the seals binding her had weakened, did she really think she could kill him?

Forget it. Some things were better left unsaid—otherwise, Cloud Retainer would certainly take offense.

Mountain Shaper’s tone was grave. “Someone must have tampered with the seal. That would explain the upheaval in Yunlai Sea and the disturbances among the sea beasts.”

“Guyun Stone Forest—the place where the remnants of fallen gods converge. If mortals enter, it may not be an issue, but if we adepti set foot there, it will undoubtedly trigger undesirable consequences.”

Moon Carver sighed. “Yet if we send only mortals, they may not be able to detect anything unusual… A difficult dilemma.”

“The Rite of Parting—it seems we have no choice but to delay it.”

“The Rite of Parting?”

At that moment, it wasn’t just the adepti discussing the ceremony—even Aether, who had taken refuge in the evacuation zone, was reminded of it.

Paimon looked confused. “Why are you thinking about that now? There’s a disaster happening outside! That shouldn’t matter anymore, right?”

“It does matter. It’s very important.”

Aether focused, piecing his thoughts together. “Sanqiu mentioned that the Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia, came to Liyue with the intention of doing something drastic to Liyue’s Archon—in other words, the Gnosis.”

“And now, with Liyue Harbor in chaos… If Tartaglia really is as cunning as Sanqiu claimed, he’ll definitely seize this opportunity to act.”

Paimon gasped. “Wait, are you saying this whole mess might be his doing?!”

“I don’t know. But we can’t rule out the possibility.”

Aether shielded his eyes from the rain as he looked toward the Jade Chamber. “I have to tell Sanqiu’s sister about this.”

Half an hour later, Aether successfully arrived at the Jade Chamber. Fortunately, his recent reputation had made things easier for him—otherwise, no one would have dared to let anyone board the floating palace under these circumstances.

Even so, it had taken considerable effort to use Anemo to shield himself from the relentless storm and ascend safely.

“I see… Yes, that is a possibility.”

Ningguang’s expression remained unchanged, but Keqing, standing beside her, was visibly anxious.

“Ningguang, I’ll head to the Golden House right now! All our forces are focused on defending Liyue Harbor—we really did overlook this!”

“There’s no need to worry.”

Ningguang smiled at Aether. “Well, Traveler, could we trouble you with a task? Go to the Golden House and ensure the protection of the Exuvia.”

“As for the distance, you needn’t be concerned—Ganyu will guide you there with the mist.”

The plump, round True Adeptal Form beside them chuckled and nodded. “It may be a bumpy ride, but you’ll be safe.”

Keqing was stunned. “Why… why send him?”

What was his connection to Liyue?

Even if he was close to Sanqiu, that didn’t mean they could entrust such a critical mission to an outsider.

“My younger brother wants to see you.”

Ningguang smiled. “He’s awake now—he’s in the Golden House.”

“He wants to tell you something. Something that seems to concern you.”

“That rascal was vague with me, so I don’t know the details.”

Something concerning me?

Could it be—my sister?!

Aether’s resolve hardened. “I’ll go to the Golden House!”

Whoosh!

A blue mist streaked across the sky as Ganyu wielded adeptal power, carrying Aether away from Liyue Harbor, toward the Golden House.

At the same time, a streak of golden light quietly trailed behind the mist, veering toward the entrance of the Chasm.

The earth trembled. Even the massive constructs built to stabilize the surface mines shuddered, sending wave after wave of resonance outward—only for those ripples to be swallowed, dissipating into silence.

“There’s no need for concern. Liyue Harbor will not fall.”

Zhongli rested his hand gently on the stone stele erected in memory of fallen warriors.

Beneath it lay the source of the tremors.

Lingering wills and unfulfilled desires churned with unease, restless. They longed to break free from their stone prison, to rise once more and fight.

“I am Morax, the God who guards Liyue.”

Zhongli smiled faintly as threads of golden energy seeped into the great stone coffin, calming the spirits within.

“I swear to you—Liyue is safe. Your blood was not shed in vain.”

“The world… will know peace.”

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At the Golden House, Aether landed, swiftly rushing inside, blade in hand, eyes locked onto the lone figure standing in the center—Tartaglia.

“Oh? Hey there, comrade.”

Childe looked genuinely surprised. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Aether’s elemental energy surged. “So you really are here.”

Childe sighed. “Tsk. Sanqiu’s been badmouthing me to you too much. Feels like my image in your head has been completely demonized.”

Then, his grin sharpened. “But, well—since you’re here, you must already know what I’m about to do.”

Aether stepped forward. “You won’t succeed. I’ll stop you.”

Childe chuckled. “You? Stop me?”

“You sure about that?”

“You won’t be fighting alone.”

Childe stiffened.

His gaze snapped toward the Exuvia.

From behind it, a young man emerged—Gu Sanqiu, his expression unreadable as his piercing gaze locked onto Childe.

“So. You’ve awakened after all.”

Childe laughed, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “I knew it. I knew you woke up long ago. You’re so damn secretive—I figured you were plotting something behind the scenes.”

Sanqiu blinked in mild surprise. “Oh? The Doctor never mentioned me?”

“The Doctor?”

For the first time, Childe was the one caught off guard. “You… met him?”

“We talked for a bit.” Sanqiu shrugged. “Didn’t get the chance to kill him.”

Childe clicked his tongue. “Well, now that’s interesting. Did they give him some secret mission? Even I wasn’t informed.”

Sanqiu dismissed it with a wave. “But enough of that. You’re here to take the Gnosis, aren’t you? Go ahead.”

He casually patted the Exuvia. “Just don’t interrupt my conversation with Aether.”

“… Go ahead?!”

Childe was stunned. “Say that again?”

“I’m actually quite curious where you’ve been hiding whatever device you’ll use to extract it.”

Sanqiu turned away, strolling past the Exuvia toward Aether.

“I saw your sister not too long ago.”

Aether’s breath caught.

“More precisely, I believe she’s your sister. Wears clothes like yours. Blond hair.”

Aether’s heart pounded. “Lumine?! That must be her! Where is she now?!”

Sanqiu spread his hands, smiling faintly.

“No idea.”

Behind them, Tartaglia’s voice rang out, filled with disbelief.

“…Why Aether?”

“…Where’s the Gnosis?!”

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T/N: WOAH THE SPIRITS OF THE FALLEN ONES CAN RISE UP TO DEFEND LIYUE?? THATS ACTUALLY SO COOL

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