I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [101]

Mist and dust are fundamentally incompatible elements.

Where mist permeates, dust naturally settles.
When dust fills the skies, it inevitably diminishes the presence of mist.

But at this moment, in Guyun Stone Forest, the two coexist in perfect harmony.

A god with closed eyes and a serene expression gently swayed the bell on her wrist. In an instant, dust filled the skies above Guyun Stone Forest.

Beneath her pale, bare feet lay an eight-headed serpent, its heads once roaring toward the heavens and spewing vortexes of raging water. Yet now, the serpentine god behaved like a docile pet.

The colossal waves it once churned no longer dared reach the skies, instead rippling quietly across the blue ocean.

A young woman dressed in flowing robes lightly touched the head of one of the serpents with her toes, her pristine, glistening feet shifting ever so slightly.

Obeying her command, the eight-headed serpent stirred the waves in a single direction, steadily advancing.

The closest target of these two gods was none other than the The Crux fleet, returning to Liyue Harbor.

Beidou and Keqing, standing on the deck, turned pale as they watched the gods move closer.

“Damn it!” Beidou slammed her fist against the ship’s railing, cursing. “Two gods? Which damn fool is responsible for this mess?!”

“This isn’t the time to look for someone to blame,” Keqing said, her gaze fixed on the distant gods, a trace of despair in her expression. “The question is: does the current Liyue have the strength to face two awakened gods?”

She pondered for a moment, her thoughts racing, but eventually shook her head. “No. No matter how I calculate it, we stand no chance. Even if we gather every adeptus and all the power of the Qixing, it may not be enough to defeat these two.”

“So, are you suggesting we surrender, Lady Yuheng Star?” Beidou asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Of course not!” Keqing’s response was immediate, her voice firm. “I will fight with everything I have.”

“Haha, that’s what I like to hear.” Beidou laughed heartily. “Because I feel the same way.”

Without another word, Beidou turned to her crew and bellowed, “Prepare the dragon-hunting harpoons, cables, and every weapon we have that can take down those gods! Full rudder! We’re heading straight for them!”

Keqing frowned slightly, about to stop her, when she suddenly noticed streaks of light descending from the direction of Liyue Harbor.

The familiar aura of the adepti caught Keqing by surprise, but soon a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Hahaha! What do you think, Lady Yuheng Star? You really don’t understand people, do you?” Beidou propped a foot on the railing, grinning as she teased Keqing, who had been tense since the gods’ awakening.

“The adepti didn’t need your pleas to come to our aid.”

“Haha, sure, we’ve had our disputes and differences, but this is Liyue. This is the place where we were born and raised!” Beidou’s wild grin grew broader as she raised her black two-handed sword, her voice carried by the sea breeze.

“This is where Ningguang’s commerce thrives, where Keqing’s ideals take root, where my fine liquor flows. It’s the land of the dock workers who struggle to eat, and of sailors who meet their ends chasing riches in the deep. This is the land of Rex Lapis’ decrees and the adepti’s aloof watchfulness. But no matter what, this is our Liyue. Ours, and the adepti’s. It belongs to merchants and common folk alike.”

Keqing scoffed softly but did not reply.

From Jueyun Karst to Liyue Harbor, the adepti flew swiftly.

In less than half an hour, they traversed the vast distance, gathering along the way. Even Xiao, the Vigilant Yaksha, joined them, his figure aloft on winds and clouds. As they neared Liyue Harbor, Granny Ping, an adeptus disguised as an elderly mortal, also joined their ranks.

“Well,” Granny Ping said with a sigh, “based on my observations, this seems to be the handiwork of the Fatui, servants of the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya. It has little to do with the Outer Order we dealt with recently.”

“The Fatui?” Cloud Retainer scoffed. “Since the calamity five centuries ago, who can truly fathom the Tsaritsa’s intentions? She’s no longer the same ruler we once knew. I’ve heard they’ve caused trouble in Mondstadt as well. What are they plotting?”

“The affairs of mortals should be left to the Qixing,” Moon Carver interjected. “We neither have the need nor the time to concern ourselves with them. Right now, our priority is…”

Before he could finish, his expression shifted.

The adepti halted mid-flight, gazes turning toward the sudden sandstorm spreading across the sky above Guyun Stone Forest.

Through the storm, they glimpsed a figure—a woman clad in flowing robes.

“Guizhong, the God of Dust,” Moon Carver murmured. “So, she, too, has awakened.”

Xiao’s calm facade darkened with fury. “She no longer possesses her mind. She has become a beast—a shadow of the god we once knew.”

Cloud Retainer, once closest to Guizhong, remained silent, her body trembling. Words failed her as she struggled with the emotions surging within.

Sensing her turmoil, Mountain Shaper extended a wing, gently patting her in comfort.

“We have faced much since the assassination of Rex Lapis. No matter what, today we will put an end to this chaos. Once we suppress these two gods, we shall impose order upon Liyue Harbor as well. We will root out its hidden evils before returning to our solitude among the mountains.”

The other adepti nodded in agreement, though Granny Ping shook her head slightly. “Ah, you all…”

But she did not finish. Despite her reservations, she, too, harbored dissatisfaction with the recent events in Liyue Harbor.

The robed god lifted her face, her closed eyes scanning the skies where the adepti hovered, then the ocean where the The Crux fleet sailed.

Finally, her attention turned to Liyue Harbor in the distance.

Though her memories were lost, reduced to mere fragments of instinct, she felt an undeniable pull—a call emanating from that strange and distant place.

Slowly, she raised her hand.

The bell on her wrist chimed softly as she shook it again.

Ding… ding… ding…

The clear, resonant sound echoed outward, as boundless dust and sand began to spread, engulfing the sky.

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