Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [499]

No hesitation—Arataki Itto, fired up with righteous fury, scarfed down the remaining food on the table at lightning speed. Only after wiping his mouth with a napkin did he follow Gu Sanqiu out of the hotel.

The training he received at the Grand Narukami Shrine had clearly paid off—or at least, he thought so.

After all, he no longer wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Of course, that might also have been because, back in the old days, the Arataki Gang had to be extremely frugal—even when it came to buying napkins.

"We’re leaving now, Boss? But it’s already getting late. Mondstadt’s pretty far from Liyue, isn’t it?"

"No need to worry. Flying there is easy."

Gu Sanqiu lifted Itto with his Anemo power. "With your physique, you should be able to handle my full-speed flight just fine. If not, I’ll throw up a shield for you."

In the past, whenever he flew toward Mondstadt, it had always been a leisurely journey—part sightseeing, part helping Xiao ease his workload. This would be his first time going all out with wind manipulation over a long distance.

"Ohhh, flying! Back at the shrine, I used to jump off the highest point of Chinju Forest with Wind Gliders just for fun. This’ll be no problem!"

Itto flexed his well-built muscles. "Boss, do your thing! I won’t hold you back!"

"Good."

Once they left Liyue Harbor and reached a stable altitude, an earsplitting boom echoed through the night sky. Anemo surged beneath them, sending the two of them rocketing toward Mondstadt.

Explosions of wind followed their trajectory, the sheer force of it all laying bare the full might of the Authority of the Tempest. Even the malicious creatures that had lurked in their path now found themselves paralyzed under its overwhelming pressure—forced to kneel as if bowing before a sovereign.

"The Authority of the Tempest… the Throne of Storms… Why would Decarabian entrust something this powerful to me?"

He wasn’t a god. He lacked a Gnosis, that official certification issued by Celestia. Decarabian was a relic of a bygone era, a defeated ruler.

Yet despite his downfall—no, perhaps because of it—Decarabian’s power was undeniable.

His dominion had once stilled every wind, making all movement subject to his divine decree. That alone spoke volumes about his strength.

And yet, he had gifted Gu Sanqiu something akin to a god’s inheritance.

Had he done so out of reckless generosity? Or was there a deeper scheme at play?

"So a god’s domain can be changed after all?"

Take Zhongli, for example—Morax, the God of Contracts and Wealth. His title of God of War was something earned through bloodshed in the Archon War, but it was not part of his divine jurisdiction.

It was just like how people could wear different hats in society. In a business setting, one might be addressed as Manager or Director, yet in everyday life, they could be known by entirely different titles.

Morax’s official identity was that of the God of Contracts.

But among the storytellers of Liyue, and among those who shared Gu Sanqiu’s worldview, he was simply the man who enjoyed listening to tales.

"If even the Throne of Storms can be discarded… then Decarabian must be after something much greater. He’s already taken a crucial step onto an unknown path."

To move forward, one had to let go of the past. Clinging to old glories would only turn them into shackles, hindering progress.

"Tch. This is too damn complicated. What a pain."

Gu Sanqiu clicked his tongue.

He had never wanted to be the Golden Boy.

Yet somehow, in the grand game between Teyvat’s three major powers, he had become another Traveler.

It wasn’t a matter of "I’ve been chosen as a substitute."

There were just too many things he could have ignored but ended up getting involved with anyway.

Was he deliberately seeking trouble?

Of course not.

"But this world is full of tragedies. If I can change even a little bit… why not?"

Gu Sanqiu looked up at the sky.

He still remembered—above this world was a false firmament, a construct forged by an unknown power.

A divine artifact.

A heavenly machine designed to regulate fate.

The Fake Sky.

From his current vantage point, it seemed completely unremarkable.

And yet… even under such conditions, that penniless Adeptus had managed to foresee the future through divination. That alone was an impressive feat.

If he remembered correctly, he had first heard the term "Fake Sky" from Mona.

Astrologers, certain secret research groups, and beings like Alice—Klee’s mother—had likely known about it for a long time.

Gu Sanqiu’s right hand twitched slightly.

"If this thing really is some hyper-advanced divine mechanism… then if I get strong enough, could I punch a hole right through it?"

"Or would it just smartly redirect my attack outward, sending my power beyond this continent?"

"Heh. Funny thought. If I ever pull a spaceship from my ability and blast off, would I leave a dent in the sky?"

Of course, long before that could happen, something would probably descend to judge him.

After all, when the Heavenly Emperor ascended, he had raised his weapon to block a divine blade.

If Gu Sanqiu ever reached the heights of divinity… getting into a brawl with the one seated upon the Highest Throne shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Interesting.

Gu Sanqiu chuckled as he soared past Dihua Marsh.

Beside him, Arataki Itto—having been battered by relentless Anemo turbulence—looked completely dazed.

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Mondstadt. Albedo’s Alchemy Workshop (crossed out).

More accurately, Albedo’s Office.

Seated inside were Grandmaster Jean, Diluc, and the "Ice and Fire" brothers. Their expressions were grim as they discussed a pressing matter.

Before them lay several letters, each exuding a faint floral scent. Beside each envelope sat a different fruit.

Sunsettias. Bright red apples.

Common fruits, ones they had eaten many times before.

Yet now, appearing alongside these letters, they seemed ominous.

Unlike Gu Sanqiu, none of them had the stomach to brush it off.

"We can already confirm one thing."

Diluc’s gloved hand brushed against a small red hat-shaped plushie—one that Klee had gifted him. His usually calm gaze burned with a fury akin to a nest of writhing serpents.

"This is a threat."

"The so-called ‘Dodo-King’ is likely just a cover. The real intent behind this… is to target Klee."

Jean’s face darkened with guilt. "This is my fault. If I had paid more attention to Klee, these scheming bastards wouldn’t have dared to set their sights on her."

A young girl who wielded immense destructive power.

The Spark Knight of the Knights of Favonius.

It wasn’t surprising that someone would covet that power.

Diluc glanced at Jean, who was visibly blaming herself, then turned to Albedo.

"Sir Albedo. Do you have any insights?"

Albedo already knew what was going on.

Frankly, he really didn’t want to answer.

But since this mess had been orchestrated by his ever-unpredictable adoptive mother, he had no choice but to play along.

"There haven’t been any suspicious individuals entering Mondstadt recently."

Albedo tapped the desk. "But if we want a more definitive answer… we’ll have to wait for him to arrive."

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