"Long time no see, Fushe."

A crisp voice was heard, and Fushe subconsciously looked back, only to see a tall young man standing beside the rock wall, like a pool of still water.

"It's you……"

Fushe widened his eyes and said in surprise. He never thought that he would meet Qianyu in this place.

"Yes, it's me." Qianyu nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Hearing this, Boyang was startled at first, then he turned his gaze towards Fushe.

"Hey, Brother Yasha, do you know this Brother Qianyu?" Boyang asked curiously.

In this dark underground, only speaking can soothe the loneliness in their hearts.

“Of course I know him… How could I forget my savior…” Fushe said with a worried look on his face.

Hearing Fushe's words, Boyang was surprised. Qianyu actually saved Yasha's life! This made him more curious about the person in front of him.

At this time, Fushe continued: "But the abyss disaster is raging on the continent, and you are here..." There was a hint of doubt and worry in his voice.

However, Qianyu simply replied calmly: "Don't worry, Fushe. The war is over." His tone was firm and confident.

"It's... over? Really?" Fushe widened his eyes, unable to believe his ears. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Qianyu smiled and nodded, saying affirmatively: "Yes, it's all over. We won."

Hearing this, Fushe and Boyang both had bright smiles on their faces.

However, Qianyu's expression suddenly became solemn. He hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and said slowly:

"It's just that... it's been five hundred years since that war."

"In fact, you are already dead..."

Hearing Qianyu's words, Fushe and Boyang looked at him in disbelief.

"Ha...what are you talking about, little brother Qianyu? Have you been underground for too long? Are you confused?" Boyang said while pretending to be calm.

"I am clearly alive and well now, how could it be possible that..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway, and only then did he realize that his body had become as ethereal as mist.

"died……"

Seeing this, Boyang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and a trace of helplessness and bitterness appeared on his old face.

After all, for an ordinary person, facing such a thing, the shock and impact in the heart are really too great.

Fushe sat quietly by the side, his eyes revealing a calm and firm look. He stretched out his hand, trying to comfort Boyang, but he didn't know what to say.

"Haha, that's all. I'm just an old man anyway. I'll die if I want to." After a while, Boyang sighed deeply, with a bit of emotion and helplessness in his tone.

"Rong Zhao, I'm sorry..."

"But if I can exchange my life for the safety of thousands of families, it's worth it." There was a hint of determination in Boyang's voice.

Indeed, for them, life and death are no longer important. Everything is just a different path.

"But little brother, why are you here?" After releasing the emotions in his heart, Boyang came back to his senses and asked.

Hearing this, Qianyu slowly sat down on the stone next to Fushe and was silent for a moment.

"Boyang, didn't you say you wanted to go home?" Qianyu said slowly.

"Five hundred years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically. Perhaps your loved ones are no longer with us..."

"But I still want you, or them, to see with your own eyes the peaceful and tranquil Liyue under your protection."

After saying that, Qianyu's aura suddenly burst out, and a blue-green light instantly illuminated the crack.

As the breath spread, the surrounding stone walls began to tremble wildly, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

Then, the stone walls collapsed all at once, revealing a dark space.

"Haha, leaving their lonely souls here is really your style." Qianyu said jokingly with a scornful smile on his face.

As his words fell, countless pairs of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in the dark space.

These eyes seemed to be burning with flames, flashing with strange light, which made people shudder.

They were the dark disasters that had been sealed in the underground cracks by the immortals and the Thousand Rock Army five hundred years ago. Now, they were awakened again.

"Brother Qianyu, this...what exactly are you..." Looking at the scene in front of him, Boyang was completely speechless.

He had personally fought with the immortals, but no matter which immortal they were, none of them had the power to easily shake off the disaster.

"Besides Qianyu, I do have another name." Qianyu said slowly.

"Diakarabian."

Hearing this, Boyang suddenly realized that he had heard this name on the streets of Liyue before, but it was just a tea story told by a storyteller...

As Qianyu finished speaking, Fushe also regained his spirits. He took a deep breath and put on the tattered mask again.

Under the mask, Fushe's eyes became firm and sharp. He clenched his fists, feeling the thunder power surging in his body, and his heart was filled with fighting spirit.

"I can help too!" Fushe whispered, his voice revealing great determination.

At the same time, as countless disasters approached, the souls of those who had fought in the layer of rock appeared beside Qianyu one after another.

Their figures are illusory and ethereal, emitting a faint light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

At this moment, in addition to the materialized wind elemental force around Qianyu, the mysterious star-like force reappeared.

"Fushe, I'll leave the sealing matter to you." Qianyu said.

"Now, let the breeze lead you back home..."

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