Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [522]

Gu Sanqiu glanced around at the thick mist surrounding him. "I think I finally understand why no one has managed to ring the Golden Bell three times in the past two years. This battlefield is completely unfair."

The enemy lurked in the shadows while he stood in the open. Worse still, their numbers outmatched his dozens of times over. This wasn’t a challenge—it was an execution.

No one answered him.

Because on the battlefield, silence was the most basic rule of survival. If anyone couldn’t resist the urge to respond to Gu Sanqiu, they would have already been swiftly eliminated.

If this were any other situation, a visit from the Incense Burner would warrant the finest tea and utmost hospitality.

But today, they were enemies.

Today, they stood on opposite sides of a war.

Why had no one managed to ring the Golden Bell successfully in years? Was it because these cultivators were so detached from human sentiments that they refused to acknowledge the effort?

No.

It was because this position held too much weight.

The cultivation world would not appoint a Head Disciple so easily.

For in a way, this title carried the same authority as the ruler of Old Mondstadt.

And when the cultivation world needed to take up arms, they required a leader capable of dominating an entire era—only through battle could such a leader earn true recognition.

"Kill!"

From the mist, dozens of experts lunged at Gu Sanqiu.

Some soared through the air, hurling elemental attacks downward, while others closed in from all sides, launching a coordinated melee assault.

From underground, mechanized arms struck again—but this time, they weren’t just coated in poison.

Two wind-element crystal sawblades gleamed on the arms, their razor-sharp edges spinning wildly as they sliced toward Gu Sanqiu’s legs.

The piercing whirring of the saws made him frown. He immediately dodged, shifting toward another direction to avoid the deadly mechanism.

Had it only been simple explosives or blades, he wouldn’t have been too concerned.

But now, he was being attacked by a combined force of mechanics, physical cultivators, and elemental masters. There was no way all of these people came from the same sect.

Which meant—

Who gathered them together? Who orchestrated this attack?

Given how seamlessly the mechanists operated and how cunningly they set traps, Gu Sanqiu had already formed a suspicion.

That made it even more critical that he didn’t allow those sawblades to catch him.

Because once imagination was turned into action, the opponent could come up with virtually anything.

Gu Sanqiu wasn’t willing to gamble.

Aside from hidden enemies, he had to conserve enough strength to prepare for "Calamity."

"I need to break through in one go. If I stay trapped here, it’s only going to get worse."

Gu Sanqiu knew that the mist concealed even more enemies.

The ones attacking now were merely the vanguard.

If he wasted too much time with them, the situation would only spiral further out of control.

And at least for now—

The so-called 'Calamity' had yet to appear.

"[Tower’s Aegis]."

A powerful gust of wind materialized behind Gu Sanqiu, condensing into a massive, protective barrier.

The weapons aimed at him were instantly shredded by the raging winds.

"[Fist of the Gale]."

Gu Sanqiu leapt from the encirclement and punched into the mist.

A massive shockwave of condensed wind energy blasted outward, scattering the fog—revealing a sea of enemies.

Yet, just as Gu Sanqiu locked onto a target and prepared to strike—

A group of middle-aged warriors, brimming with overwhelming vital energy, surged forward.

Each one executed a devastating attack, aiming to cut him down.

Gu Sanqiu had wanted to force open the battlefield.

As seasoned warriors, how could they not anticipate that?

"Forgive the offense, Incense Burner."

One by one, these elite cultivators launched a relentless assault, forcibly driving Gu Sanqiu back—straight into the mechanized deathtrap.

Poisonous fumes, explosive traps, and labyrinthine illusions overwhelmed him.

"[Open]!"

Gu Sanqiu roared.

Geo pillars erupted from the ground, obliterating the trap formation.

With the terrain reshaped, he kicked off the newly risen stone pillars, propelling himself toward the physical cultivators who had just forced him back.

Wind concentrated in his left hand—

Geo formed a dense, crushing gauntlet around his right.

Fast and slow.

Light and heavy.

Within mere moments, he stabilized the battle once more.

Had his enemies not possessed exceptional teamwork, they would have already been wiped out.

"Getting ganged up on is seriously annoying."

Gu Sanqiu caught an opening—slamming his fist into one opponent, sending them flying.

He then rushed at the mechanist, who had no time to react.

A single kick sent the man tumbling down Mount Canglong.

"[Rocksundering Strike]!"

Gu Sanqiu blocked incoming blows with his fists before stomping the ground.

A violent tremor tore through the battlefield, disrupting any hidden traps the mechanist might have left behind.

More enemies appeared.

And now, spellcasters had joined the fray.

From above, they gathered en masse, weaving an intricate barrier of talismans, creating a web of elemental traps around him.

Every attack was coordinated.

If one combatant started to falter, elemental energy descended from above, replenishing their strength.

And if they were truly at their limit, the formation would pull them out—instantly replacing them with another fighter.

"[Mountain-Crushing Vajra]!"

Annoyed by the constant harassment, Gu Sanqiu leapt into the air, launching a massive Vajra Strike at the spell formation.

A golden impact tore through the barrier, forcing the casters into retreat.

The talisman array collapsed.

"[A thousand winds shall cleanse this land—until I stand alone as king]!"

Gu Sanqiu’s entire body radiated blue light.

Violent blades of wind erupted outward, cutting down all who stood in their path.

Even those on the battlefield’s outer edges, who had yet to fight, were forced to withdraw before even engaging.

Explosions of elemental energy rocked the air.

Seizing the moment, Gu Sanqiu charged through the opening—striking down enemy after enemy.

But the cultivators were no fools.

They swiftly reorganized, forming battle groups that herded him back into the encirclement.

A relentless wave of attacks rained down.

Gu Sanqiu had no choice but to reinforce his Geo armor—forcefully smashing through their formations one by one.

Suddenly—

A dark energy streaked across the battlefield, crossing vast distances in an instant, striking Gu Sanqiu directly in the chest.

An unimaginable pain wracked his body.

His heart seized, his limbs trembled—he couldn’t even swing his fists.

It felt as if a needle had pierced his heart, with some unknown force blowing air into it—threatening to make him burst from within.

At the rear of the battlefield, several elders emerged.

Though older in years, their presence was overwhelming.

One by one, they charged forward—each delivering a devastatingly precise punch to the same point.

They drove Gu Sanqiu deep into the ground.

He coughed up blood, eyes sharp with wariness.

"I knew something was off. The numbers didn’t add up. So this is where you were waiting for me."

This was a curse formation.

A massive, collaborative curse ritual—the cultivation world’s deadliest trump card.

...

"Master, why are they going so hard on him? It looks like they’re trying to kill him!"

A young cultivator, Dou Yun, clenched his fists.

"This is the true meaning of the Battle of the Golden Bell."

"If one rings the bell, they must fight the entire cultivation world—until they either ascend… or die."

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T/N: bro is using skill after skill wheres his cooldowns

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