The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

Luo Mu didn't expect that the final move of the Abyss and the Fortune Teller would end up like this.

But the premise for all this to come true is that Morax has really fallen, and the Abyss Cult can confirm this...

Could it be that the Emperor’s death is related to the abyss?

A series of shocking news made Luo Mu completely stunned. His brief and absurd game with the fortune teller seemed to end in a draw, but in fact, Luo Mu had already lost from the very beginning.

"What are you going to do in Liyue City?" he asked. This was the only thing he could do. He was powerless to stop the plans of the Abyss and the Diviner. Now, he could only hope that when he returned to Liyue City, he would still be able to protect the people he cared about.

The fortune teller thought for a moment and said, "This... it's okay to tell you. The strange fog in Liyue City will stimulate the defenses of those with fragile minds, and induce hatred and despair in their hearts. At the same time, it can also capture their extremely strong negative emotions and form human resentment. Kong will use these human resentments to activate the dead Whirlpool Demon God's followers and the Black Abyss' followers in the seabed, revive them, and attack Liyue City. At the same time, if there is a chance, the little guy from the Winter Kingdom will lead the Fatui to attack the Golden House directly, creating the illusion of taking the opportunity to seize the Heart of the God, and then..." The fortune teller shrugged.

"And then you made a stunning appearance..." Luo Mu breathed heavily.

"No wonder you didn't try to revive Osel, because you might not be able to defeat him..."

"Don't say such hurtful things," the fortune teller shouted in dissatisfaction. His temper was completely different from the sinister and calm fortune teller before.

The Abyss Cult seems to prefer schizophrenia... Looking at himself and then at the fortune teller, Luo Mu thought for no reason.

After asking for the last piece of information, Luo Mu silently activated the Yu Du Chen in his hand, and disappeared from the fortune teller's sight in an instant.

The fortune teller looked around and saw the long and narrow corridor which was almost unchanged from the beginning. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a flash of his body, he disappeared into this spiritual world.

The surroundings suddenly became bright.

The fortune teller did not open his eyes immediately, but immediately snapped his fingers. An invisible gray curtain suddenly emerged from under his lying body and trapped him in it. In an instant, the fortune teller seemed to have completely disappeared from this world. Even someone as strong as King Wolf could not capture even the slightest trace of the fortune teller.

The mysterious realm is equivalent to the prototype of the fool's kingdom of God. The inside and outside of the veil will be divided into two worlds that do not interfere with each other. In this world, there is almost no secret magic stronger than this one.

But today, the mysterious realm was ineffective. A pale hand stretched out in front of the fortune teller, and with a slight lift, the gray curtain disappeared with ease, and the fortune teller in black priest robes was completely exposed to two sights.

He opened his eyes reluctantly and saw the murderous Wolf of the Abyss and a blond boy wearing a black and gold mask.

"Why are you back?" The fortune teller took a step forward to distance himself from the Abyss Wolf and slid to a dilapidated wall. He looked at Sora and asked in surprise.

Sora snorted, "We're done, let's get ready to watch the show. It's your turn."

"Has the gathering of human resentment been completed?"

"Three hundred thousand Black Abyss followers. According to our previous experimental results, we should be able to revive so many of them. Can you handle it?"

“Don’t worry, I will be more like the God of Rock than he is.” The fortune teller said lazily. He stretched his arms and legs, ready to go to Liyue.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing." Just as the fortune teller was about to leave, Kong suddenly seemed to have remembered something and added at the last moment: "There's a little... change in our plan. I've also released Osel."

"What?!" This time the fortune teller was really panicked.

"You never discussed this with me!" He growled angrily, "Are you planning to ruin our plan completely?"

"Be patient." Kong took off the golden mask on his face. He pointed the faceless black mask at the fortune teller and said, "You have taken my body away. I must find another demon body as a container for me..."

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Luo Mu opened his eyes again and found that he had returned to Wuwangpo. He was lying in the place where he and Ying and the others had lost each other when the white fog first rose. The surroundings were illuminated by the pale moonlight. There were only dead branches and grass on the ground, no corpses, and no signs of trampling. The killing and collapse in the white fog before seemed like a dream.

But Luo Mu knew that all this was not a dream, because Qiqi was standing not far away, holding in her hand the black notebook that Luo Mu was very familiar with.

The green-haired man with glasses stood beside Qiqi, combing her smooth short hair with his slender fingers from time to time. The red-eyed white snake coiled around his neck spit out scarlet cores from time to time.

Baizhu... Luomu stood up while suppressing his headache. As expected, he saw large scars on his arms as if they were burned by flames. There were also large areas of cracked skin on his left cheek, as if it was pieced together with broken pieces. In the moonlight, he looked as hideous and terrifying as a ghost demanding his life.

The forced use of Void Wanzang had caused severe injuries to his soul and body. If it hadn't been for Qiqi and Baizhu's treatment - this was what Luo Mu deduced from the scent of grass and ice elements that permeated the air - this body would have probably completely collapsed during the coma just now.

"Mr. Bai, Luo Mu is awake." Qiqi pulled the arm of the man next to her and took the lead to greet Luo Mu.

Bai Zhu smiled and shook his head, then followed.

"How does it feel?" Bai Zhu asked, and at the same time, he held down Luo Mu who wanted to touch his face, and slowly shook his head, signaling him not to touch him.

"It's okay." Luo Mu smiled bitterly and flexed his fingers. The crackling sound coming from the finger bones was like a rusty machine that could break again at any time. His whole body was now in this state.

The power of Xukong Wanzang is truly terrifying.

"We tried our best to treat your wounds, but... most of them seem to be more than just physical injuries." Bai Zhu said hesitantly, "So, Qiqi and I can't do anything."

Luo Mu sighed and shook his head: "No, thank you sir, this is very good."

"Mr. Bai." Qiqi said from the side.

Luo Mu understood and reluctantly bowed to Bai Shu: "Mr. Bai, Qiqi, thank you very much."

"Luo Mu, you're welcome." Qiqi said.

Bai Zhu waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, I originally came to look for Qiqi, but found that she disappeared in Wuwang Slope. When she appeared again, she told me that you saved her. If I must thank you, it would be more appropriate for me to thank you."

It seems that Qiqi still has memories of being controlled by the fortune teller... Luo Mu thought about it, but at the same time, his head suddenly hurt for no reason.

No, my soul has been severely wounded, and now I...

Luo Mu gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain that seemed to tear his head apart.

This body... is almost at its limit.