Genshin Impact: Without the Eye of God, the Original Man Witnesses the Original

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Jiang Yi felt his Yin spirit become weak. The strong Yin energy suppressed the weak Yang energy, making him seem to regress and turn back into an ordinary person's Yin soul.

A strong sense of crisis chased him, and the connection between his soul and his body was broken.

Chi's nightmare clouded his sense of time, causing him to stay underground for much longer than expected. The incense sticks and cloud incense used in the ritual of sleepwalking through various realms had long since burned out.

He held on to his sanity, waking up from one nightmare after another that was like nesting dolls.

The energy flow of the earth veins swept past, pushing the Yin Spirit towards an unknown direction.

At this moment, only by returning to the ground can he regain his orientation and regain contact with his body.

Jiang Yi swung his sword, and the dragon whale condensed from the rock element wrapped around the Yin God. The cyan-gold sword light pierced through the turbulent elemental flow of the earth veins.

Resentment like dark clouds entangled in me, as if unwilling to let it go.

They penetrated the protection of the Divine Brilliance Rock-Slashing Sword and attached themselves to Jiang Yi's holy relics.

The ominous black air made the pitch-black armor of "Bloody Chivalry" even darker.

Darkness invaded the Yin God and turned into a black sea outside the Memory Palace.

But it was blocked by various intertwined evil-repelling forces.

The nightmare is not over yet.

Jiang Yi chanted the immortal mantra, clearing his mind. His spiritual consciousness swept the surroundings, and after a few minutes, he saw an illusory statue of a rock god standing firmly in the earth veins.

He approached in an instant and then looked at the next rock statue.

These rock statues are not physical entities, but are rock statues on the ground that suppress the earth veins and condense the power to suppress evil underground.

"It seems that it is useful to worship the stone statue on the altar before doing anything." He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to rush forward, escaping upwards.

……

There is no slope.

Liyue Territory, the home of all souls.

Ying, Paimeng, Hutao and Lao Meng, the ceremonial attendant of the Wangsheng Hall, are bidding farewell to a soul that looks like a little child.

The last time Lao Meng came to Wuwangpo, he felt like he had offended a ghost.

After a series of twists and turns, he finally figured out the true identity of the ghost, who turned out to be his childhood friend.

"Goodbye, Brother Wolf!" Paimon said to the soul.

"You can't say goodbye! At most, you can say goodbye!" Hu Tao quickly corrected Paimon's words.

"It's okay, I'll just leave quietly!" The soul smiled, said goodbye to Lao Meng again, and left slowly.

"..." Old Meng was in mixed feelings and asked for leave from Hall Master Hu.

In the end, only Ying, Paimon and Hu Tao were left.

"It seems that you didn't find the person you were looking for at the border of life and death." Hu Tao asked Ying to help, and the reward was to take them to the border of life and death.

"Don't worry! I will help you keep an eye out for clues in this regard in the future, and I will notify you once there is any news."

Ying didn't feel lost or regretful at all because she didn't find her brother on the border between life and death.

"Thank you!"

This Master Hu is not good at finding living people, she is only good at finding ghosts. It would be better not to hear any news from her in your life.

The three were about to walk down the Wuwang Slope when Paimeng suddenly moved his ears: "By the way, did you hear any sound?"

"I heard it too..." Ying looked down at the ground.

A long roar like that of a dragon or a whale came from the earth.

Wuwangpo was shaking slightly.

A trace of ominous black air leaked out.

Hu Tao felt that the vibration was familiar, as if the last time he came here, Wuwangpo also shook.

The blue-green will-o'-the-wisp flickered.

The surging resentment rose into the sky and turned into the shape of a dragon divided into five parts.

Amidst the gusts of cold wind, a knight wearing pitch-black armor, a pitch-black mask, and whose face could not be seen clearly stood in mid-air.

In his right hand he held a cyan-gold sword entangled with black energy, and with his left hand he supported his head, letting out a muffled groan.

"It seems I need to calm down for a few days."

Jiang Yi's Yin Spirit was like pure white cotton rolling in ink, stained with a bunch of remnant spirits of demons, mainly the resentment of Chi, all of whom wanted to come to the earth through his soul.

"Someone?"

The spiritual consciousness was tainted by resentment, and the originally clear image seemed to be stained with spreading ink.

"Hah!" A familiar voice rang out.

A bright fiery red light exploded, and golden red butterflies flew around.

Hu Tao, holding the staff of Homa, came in front of Jiang Yi in an instant, the spear flashed, and swept out an explosive high-temperature flame.

"and many more……"

Jiang Yi raised his sword to block.

The Yin Spirit is weak, has no physical body, and has no true Qi or blood in its body, only sword intent and sword power.

He could only rely on the power of the holy relics and weapons to display the sword light.

The terrifying flames had the power to purify evil spirits and the undead. Jiang Yi felt that his soul was melting in the flames.

There was a "ding" sound.

The Yin Spirit retreated backwards.

The red fire burned on the black armor, bringing up blue smoke and black gas.

Both the Divine Brilliance Rock Slash and the Staff of Homa are five-star weapons, but the Staff of Homa has been passed down continuously in the Hall of Rebirth, and its heritage and power are much greater than Jiang Yi's Divine Brilliance Rock Slash.

The properties of fire are fully exerted under the control of the owner of the Fire Element God's Eye.

"You are not a thing of this world, so go where you belong." Hu Tao's plum blossom pupils could tell at a glance that this was a soul that had been out of the body for many days and was being eroded by evil resentment and transforming into an evil spirit.

It can't be saved. There's no hope.

farewell.

Without giving Jiang Yi a chance to communicate, the flames burned countless corpses and souls, and attacked like a prairie fire.

Jiang Yi didn't want to fight.

But Hu Tao's gun was swift, and the tip of the gun was like countless red plum blossoms blooming.

Each red plum blossom was a flame, blocking Jiang Yi's retreat.

The sword drives the mountain of Wuwangpo, and the external scene and mental image create a mirage-like scene.

A stone whale with blue-green ghost fire burning all over its body appeared.

The stone whale flapped its fins, and a storm of black air spread outward.

The sword force suppresses the spirit.

Hu Tao felt that Wuwangpo was becoming darker. A stone whale leaped up from the ground, carrying the weight of Wuwangpo on its back and opening its huge mouth with fangs.

The fangs were sharp, with a bloody sword glow.

That was the murderous intent condensed from conquering countless enemies, the Blood Moon Sword Intent from the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

Jiang Yi knew that he would be no match for the master of the Wangsheng Hall at this moment, so he gave it his all when he attacked.

This temporarily calmed Hu Tao's mind, and he flew with the sword in his hand, following the gap in the flames created by the sword wind, heading west and returning to his physical body.

"Bang!" The fiery red gun blocked Jiang Yi's way.

Walnut escaped from the flash, and golden and red butterflies flew with it.

"Butterflies lead to life!"

The secret gun technique of Wangsheng Hall is used to control the undead.

The Homa staff came like a stick.

The gushing flames caused Jiang Yi's soul to suffer great pain.

The Yin Spirit is afraid of light and fire. If it were not for the protection of the holy relics and weapons, and the fact that he himself was a practitioner of immortal arts and had many righteous forces in his sea of ​​consciousness, he would not have been able to hold on for more than a few seconds.

He let out a shout, but his mental fluctuations were distorted by resentment and turned into a roar.

There came a sharper gun light and a hotter flame.