Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [534]

Gu Sanqiu’s soul slipped out of Dainsleif’s body.

He didn’t take the chance to peek into Dainsleif’s memories—like what exactly he and Goldie’s little sister had seen at the end of their journey.

It just didn’t seem ethical.

Besides, that whole "tempting fate to commit a crime" speech had rattled him a little. If he pulled a stunt like that again, he might actually end up dead.

But, to be honest, Gu Sanqiu was curious.

Had those two really ended up like he suspected? Lovers turned enemies, friends turned foes?

That kind of plot was deliciously dramatic.

Traveling through the Seven Nations—fishing together, splashing through rivers, sharing extravagant feasts, and scraping by in the wilderness when money was tight.

Lumine laughing freely, Dainsleif’s once-stoic face softened with a rare smile.

The two of them, side by side, lying on Eagle’s Gate Beach at sunset.

The whispering wind, the crashing waves—the only witnesses to the moment.

The sunset’s glow couldn’t hide the soft blush on their faces. Neither dared to meet the other’s gaze, yet, without a word, they reached out at the same time.

Palm against palm, fingers intertwining.

…But wait.

If that were really how things had gone, then the actual outcome was beyond tragic.

Because at the journey’s end, the once-intimate pair had split apart so violently that they wanted each other dead.

They had probably even fought beforehand—Dainsleif, utterly exhausted, watching helplessly as Lumine walked away with the Abyss.

Who the hell writes stories like this? Did they just crawl out of the Pits of Suffering?

Gu Sanqiu briefly considered reporting this to the underworld authorities.

"Hey, King Yama? Your hell’s got a bug. Might wanna get those ghostly overworked programmers to fix it."

Hands tucked behind his head, Gu Sanqiu glanced at Dainsleif, who still hadn’t fully recovered.

This type of battle—this level of soul-draining combat—was probably something Dainsleif had never experienced before. No wonder he wasn’t adjusting well.

Still, for an old monster who had survived centuries, evading the curse that should have consumed him, his soul was naturally stronger than most Vision-wielding mages. It was only a matter of time before he recovered.

Might as well use this time to heal up a bit.

"Cough, cough… Why did fate’s power suddenly fail against you?"

Dainsleif rose to his feet. "I need an explanation. Why is fate ineffective on you?"

"You want the truth?"

Dainsleif nodded, then added, "I know you’re aiming for a higher win streak. But if you pull a ‘I refuse to tell you’ like your ancestors did, I will challenge you to another fight."

Gu Sanqiu nodded solemnly.

"Alright then—I just won’t tell you."

Dainsleif fell into a long, awkward silence.

"Why should I have to tell you the source of my power? If I did, wouldn’t you just factor it into your so-called ‘fate’? That’d just be making things harder for myself. Do I look that stupid to you?"

Gu Sanqiu laughed inwardly.

Dainsleif’s swordsmanship was tricky, sure—but his soul was an even bigger anomaly.

Not to mention the strange connection he had with that other Gu Sanqiu—his very soul came from another world. That alone was enough to render Dainsleif’s abilities completely useless against him.

Fate’s loom couldn’t weave a thread that didn’t belong in this world.

That was why fate couldn’t bind him.

Dainsleif finally snapped out of his daze, shaking off both Gu Sanqiu’s shamelessness and his nonsense.

"Let’s trade information."

Gu Sanqiu smirked. "As expected. Alright—what does the Abyss actually want?"

"Khaenri’ah’s goal is restoration. Beyond that, I don’t know."

Dainsleif continued, "The Abyss isn’t a monolithic force. Think of the restoration faction as the dominant group—that’s what gives me room to maneuver."

"Besides, if the Abyss has something akin to the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles—a supreme ruler—then the true core of the restoration movement is about overthrowing Celestia. That’s not the same thing as what the Abyss Order usually claims."

Gu Sanqiu frowned. "You’re saying you’ve never seen an actual manifestation of this supreme will? But hypothetically, if such an entity exists…?"

"Exactly. Your turn."

Gu Sanqiu met Dainsleif’s serious gaze—then grinned.

"From beyond this world, we have obtained the power to deny it."

Dainsleif vanished in a teleportation burst.

Meanwhile, Gu Sanqiu collapsed onto the ground, laughing his ass off.

The pure joy of successfully messing with someone had him giddy.

"From beyond this world, we have obtained the power to deny it."

That wasn’t even his line.

That was something Dainsleif—that old cryptic bastard—had said himself!

Sure, the definition of "beyond this world" was debatable. But if someone asked him about it, responding in mystical riddles was just way too fun.

And the look on Dainsleif’s face before he got teleported out?

Shock.

Disbelief.

Frustration.

A very clear "I’ve been had."

And he had been.

Gu Sanqiu didn’t give a damn about what the Abyss was planning.

His philosophy was simple: As long as you don’t touch what I care about, I don’t give a damn if you and Celestia punch a hole through the sky.

Celestia wasn’t his wife—so why should he care about some godly grudge match?

He was team old man all the way.

Did Dainsleif seriously think he could extract key intel for free?

Well, Gu Sanqiu had only one response—

"Let me give you a taste of what it’s like to deal with a riddle-spewing cryptic bastard."

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Dainsleif left the arena, brows tightly furrowed.

His mind was racing.

He couldn’t make sense of Gu Sanqiu’s words.

What kind of power could oppose fate itself?

Wasn’t "changing fate" just shifting from one predetermined path to another?

…Or had he been thinking about fate wrong this entire time?

"Dainsleif!"

A voice filled with rage rang out.

An Abyss Chanting Mage emerged from the teleportation network, glaring daggers at the former Khaenri’ahn.

"What did you do?!"

"What I’ve done is none of your concern."

Dainsleif calmly drew his sword. "But I am pleased—you’ve saved me the trouble of hunting you down."

"You dare interfere with the will of the Supreme Grace, you Khaenri’ahn traitor!"

The battle erupted.

Abyssal energy twisted wildly, distorting the very fabric of the space around them. Even the portal behind the Chanting Mage trembled under the sheer force of their clash.

"So… the disturbance in fate really was linked to you lot."

Dainsleif’s thoughts spun rapidly.

He recalled Gu Sanqiu’s cryptic remark.

"A power from beyond this world… Could he possess something they’re desperate to take?"

"Something that could challenge even the heavens above?"

"You traitor! You betrayed Khaenri’ah!"

The Chanting Mage’s attacks grew frenzied, but Dainsleif stood firm.

If anything, that last accusation made him pause—then narrow his eyes.

"I am no traitor."

"Khaenri’ah was never destroyed—and it does not need to be restored."

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