I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [197]

Within the World

Periphery of Schicksal’s Third Airport.

Fu Hua, Durandal, Tohru, and Rita all turned toward the sudden, terrifying surge of Honkai energy erupting in the distance.

Their battles came to an abrupt halt as they instinctively focused on withstanding the aftershocks of the Honkai Fission Bomb’s detonation.

A few breaths later, before the tremors could fully subside—

They saw it.

A pair of colossal, radiant wings of light, stretching for thousands of meters, unfurled before them.

Then, in the distant horizon, another dazzling beam of light ignited the sky, turning it into a spectacle of brilliance, as though the very stars had descended.

Tohru furrowed her brows, her golden dragon-like pupils narrowing as she gazed at the distant radiance. A shudder ran down her spine.

"This attack… it’s too strong. I can’t block it."

She spoke plainly, with no pretense.

"What happened? What’s going on at the Third Airport? Is Mister Zhongli in danger?"

Jolted from her state of deep focus, Fu Hua questioned herself anxiously.

She turned toward Durandal and Rita, only to find that their expressions were far more shaken than her own.

For the first time, the ever-composed and calculating Rita looked utterly distraught. Even Durandal, usually steadfast and unwavering, seemed momentarily lost, her stunned gaze meeting Fu Hua’s.

Then, in a quiet voice, she said, "According to our database, Archbishop Otto Apocalypse just launched a Honkai Fission Bomb at the Third Airport."

"Damn Otto!"

Hearing those words, Fu Hua couldn't contain her rage. She slammed her fist into the shattered remains of a nearby building, reducing it to rubble.

"Master Fu Hua, there’s no point in cursing him now."

Rita forced a bitter smile.

"After that beam of light just now, Lord Otto’s communication signal also disappeared. If my calculations are correct, that massive explosion beyond the skies… that was his flagship, Brilliant Covenant."

“…What?”

Fu Hua froze for a moment, struggling to process what she had just heard.

But before she could dwell on it—

Her pupils suddenly contracted violently.

A vast, overwhelming Honkai energy signature was rapidly closing in on them.

Within mere seconds, those colossal wings of light flapped once, propelling their owner forward.

And then—

The Herrscher of the End, Kiana Kaslana, appeared before Fu Hua, Durandal, and the others.

"Class Monitor."

Her expression was cold as her gaze swept over them.

"And these Valkyries whom I do not know—good afternoon."

"Kiana…?"

Fu Hua stared at the girl in shock—then quickly shook her head.

"No. You’re not Kiana!"

"You’re the Second Herrscher? No… that’s not right either."

In a flash, a memory surfaced in Fu Hua’s mind.

A being of unparalleled power.

"The Herrscher of the End!!"

She gasped.

"That’s correct. I am Kiana Kaslana—also the Herrscher of the End."

The Honkai-ridden girl gave a slight nod.

"It seems Class Monitor has seen my form before, recognized my presence. But strangely enough, I don’t recall ever noticing you."

She shook her head slightly.

"Well, no matter. It’s of little consequence."

"Now, please die."

"I hope that in the next cycle, we can once again enjoy our school days together at St. Freya Academy."

The moment she finished speaking, the Herrscher of the End raised an arm, extending a single finger toward Fu Hua and Durandal.

In an instant—

A torrent of condensed Honkai energy, moving nearly at the speed of light, surged toward them.

There was no time to react.

Neither Fu Hua nor Durandal could possibly keep up.

Crack—!

Just before the devastating radiance could engulf them—

A pure, abyssal darkness suddenly erupted from Tohru’s body.

The black void expanded rapidly, enveloping Tohru, Fu Hua, and the others within its depths.

The next second—

Both the light and the darkness vanished.

All that remained was an empty battlefield.

Kiana Kaslana furrowed her brows.

That strange darkness that had taken them away… what was it?

But a moment later, she dismissed the thought.

There were still many places in this world that needed to be destroyed.

There was no need to dwell on a mere handful of individuals.

With that in mind, she unfurled her wings of light, her body trembling slightly as she began to ascend.

She soared rapidly toward outer space.

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Beyond the World

In the River of Time—

Year 1475, Liyue, Mount Taixu

Su Mei, the second disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect, had already made all her preparations.

But now, she stood in bewilderment, staring at the unfamiliar man before her master.

A tall and elegant young man, clad in regal golden robes, with strikingly handsome features—so perfect he seemed almost inhuman.

For as long as she had known her master, the woman had always been stern and distant.

Yet now, for the first time, she spoke to a man with the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.

"Oh, Su Mei, you’re here. Perfect timing."

Fu Hua, dressed in her long robes with wide sleeves, called out to her disciple.

"Let me introduce you—this is my long-lost dear friend, Mister Zhongli."

"Starting today, he will be living with us for some time."

Suppressing her confusion, Su Mei approached the two, nodding slightly in greeting.

"It has been a few days since we last met, Master. You seem well. And Mister Zhongli—this is our first meeting. It is an honor."

Zhongli glanced at her with a calm expression, nodding slightly.

"Greetings."

With those few words, he fell silent.

Though Su Mei’s mind surged with a thousand questions, she kept her composure.

Fu Hua, however, waved a hand dismissively.

"Go and gather the other disciples. I would like to introduce them to my dear friend."

Su Mei nodded and quickly set off.

Before long, seven figures, each distinct in presence, stood in the grand hall of the Taixu Sword Sect.

First disciple, Lin Chaoyu.
Second disciple, Su Mei.
Third disciple, Jiang Wanxi.
Fourth disciple, Jiang Wanru.
Fifth disciple, Cheng Lingshuang.
Sixth disciple, Ma Feima.
Seventh disciple, Qin Suyi.

Each of them bore their own thoughts and emotions as they looked toward the sect’s leader—the legendary Red Kite Immortal, Fu Hua.

And beside her—

The man whose expression was as unreadable as a divine statue, his beauty bordering on the ethereal.

"I have come here to prevent a disaster," Zhongli said, his gaze sweeping over Fu Hua’s disciples.

"But it seems that disaster has already faded on its own."

"Still, to ensure that it does not rise again, I will be staying at Mount Taixu for some time. One reason is to monitor the seal upon the calamity and keep it within my grasp."

"The other—"

His gaze softened slightly.

"—is to catch up with an old friend over candlelight and wine. Such moments are a rare delight."

"Mm."

Fu Hua nodded in agreement.

Her gaze swept over the thriving Taixu Sword Sect before her.

For the first time in a thousand—no, perhaps even ten thousand—years…

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

"A good life."

"Just like the days of old… as though they had never faded."

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T/N: QINGYUN??? WAGIORAHWIOFHAIOSHRFAS

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