Genshin Impact: Tenri and His Eight Perfect Dragons

"Your Majesty the Emperor..."

The blue figure holding a spear fell.

"Aping, you're here."

Zhongli's figure did not look back, and he made seals with his fingers, summoning many square pillars out of the black dust.

The golden light curtains were connected into an array, and the black dust in the sky with a radius of thousands of miles was returned to its original place.

"This is the final body..." A Ping looked at the familiar black dust all over the sky, frowned slightly, and said in confusion.

It has not been long since the last time the seal was strengthened. How could the final authority suddenly be activated...

Could it be that the seal was broken by an outsider...

But there was no emotion or anger on the emperor's face, and there was even a complex emotion about seeing an old friend again.

What's the matter.

"The dust-cleaning bell reacted, Your Majesty the Emperor." While Aping was thinking about cause and effect, the dust-cleaning bell stored in the dust song pot emitted a strange brilliance, and shook on its own without anyone's control... .Send a pleasant tune.

Tap the spout of the Chenge pot lightly, and a white stream of light will fly out.

The sound of the bell is lively, not as heavy as when it was pressed when sending gifts to immortals in the past...

As if cheering, jumping for joy...

Thinking of this, A Ping quickly said: "Could it be that she is the one who died?!"

Zhongli stared at the familiar power in the sky, and nodded lightly without saying a word.

A Ping's body trembled, her pupils filled with unbelievable surprise.

Facing the dust in the sky, feeling the familiar breath of authority...the memories that had been covered in dust for many years attacked Aping.

Thousands of years ago today, Emperor Yan and his immortal family permanently sealed the divine body that was finally on the verge of exploding...

The war between demons and gods is so cruel. Even if they are as powerful as demons, as the giant wheel of war rolls over, very few will survive.

Death is like a lamp going out, and so are immortals.

Maybe one day, no matter who it is, the dust will fall to the ground.

But the death of her best friend and soulmate has always been a regret in Aping's heart, because by the time the Emperor arrived, her heart was broken by just a millimeter...

Today, more than three thousand years later, whenever thousands of sea lanterns rise into the sky from Liyue Port, I always think... If they were still here after all, I would be overjoyed by this spectacular sight...

After all, she is the one among us who likes the lively and grand scenes in this world the most...

After his death, when Liyue Port was stable, the true king of Gechenlang City escaped into the world just to compose a song.

Just for that sentence... "Ping'er, how about you compose a song for me too~"

The old friend has passed away, but the song has not yet been completed...

After hundreds of years, even thousands of years, I always feel that there is something missing in the music...

I found the Rock King Emperor who was also wandering in the world, and after some hard talking, I got him to use it for the dust-cleansing bell he wore with him.

It is a pity that such Tianyin instruments were buried in the hands of Emperor Yanwang.

Finally one day, I finally composed my final score for the end...

Liuyun was always afraid that he wouldn't be able to get out, so he waited by the side while he and Shan Ding were reciting.

After the song was completed, it was played once. Liu Yun was also by his side at the time, but it was only played that once.

When Liu Yun couldn't help but ask later, why he spent so much effort but stopped playing after that...

I remember my reply at the time was...

"The strings of the zither are not broken, but the close friend has passed away, and the clouds remain. Who should I tell this music to?"

In the end...can I really come back...

The black dust seemed to be pulled by countless white lights and slowed down...

The speed of the dust gradually weakened, and there were signs of slowly closing up.

Zhongli slowly removed the seal blocking the sand.

A Ping thought about an idea for a long time and put away the spear.

After several flashes, he came to the top of the mountain next to Guiliyuan, and then called out the harp that had been covered in dust for many years from the Chensong Pot.

Stroke the strings lightly and play...

The wind carries beautiful string sounds that echo in Guiliyuan for a long time.

It seems that I still need to change this piece of music. The music seems a bit heavy due to my emotions at the time...

I don’t know how long it took, but the dust in the sky dispersed.

The huge door of the stone chamber was pushed open from the inside, making a huge roar.

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Wang Ling tapped the empty space with his index finger.

The light realm of this world is shrouded by the power of dreams. Except for the immortals who are familiar with it, ordinary humans cannot see the vision here.

As the power of the dust's authority continues to shrink.

In the center of the dust, a petite and cute girl stood still in front of Wang Ling with her knees in her arms.

The power of dust and sand in the sky, wrapped in countless platinum light spots, slowly repaired the core of the Demon God of Dust.

The girl's closed eyes moved slightly, her long gray-green hair was scattered, her legs were white, and a single anklet formed on her right ankle.

Wang Ling tried his best to fabricate the divine body based on the appearance in the memories he had absorbed.

Well...

With a flick of his right finger, he guided the power of the sand, and a white dress appeared on the girl in the light ball.

The power transformed from the power of dust in the long sleeves is like thousands of stars.

Looking at the girl in front of me, she looks like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

Wang Ling nodded with satisfaction. His pinching skills had improved a lot.

The girl's trembling eyes slowly opened, revealing gray-blue pupils like her hair.

Wave your hand to disperse the enveloping dream power.

In the end, Hagentus, the Demon God of Dust, returned to the continent of Teyvat with his memories.

The girl landed, raised her head to meet Wang Ling's gaze, first bowed solemnly, and then smiled.

"How do you feel?" Wang Ling smiled back and asked lightly.

"I feel so dizzy, it seems like it's good to be a little ball." After all, he smiled playfully.

"Thank you, Lord God." He finally said seriously.

Although Gui Zhi likes to play around on the surface, he is equally delicate in his thoughts. If the alien demon god hadn't caught Gui Zhi's weakness for his people, he really wouldn't have been beaten by Gui Liyuan.

Since he had the character of a demon, he likes to travel and read many ancient books.

I have never heard of a god resurrecting another demon god on this continent. Even if there is, it does not have power beyond the reach of the demon god.

Although the man in front of him spoke kindly, he was definitely different from himself, demon gods like Morax, and even gods named gods. Perhaps he came from the sky.

Although he didn't know why he wanted to resurrect himself, after all, he knew that there was no reason to turn against him.

Talk less and listen to the next instructions as much as possible. This is what you should do now.

"It doesn't matter, it was Morax who asked me to call you back." Wang Ling said softly.

"Ah, then what price did he pay..." After all, he was stunned and asked weakly.

"He, Aping Liuyun and the others mortgaged the entire Liyue to me." Wang Ling coughed lightly and continued.

"!" After all, he was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

"Why are they doing this..."

"They are waiting for you outside, why don't you go out and meet them?" Wang Ling asked.

"Okay, Lord God." After finally taking a deep breath, he bowed to the royal mausoleum and pushed the stone door open with complicated emotions.

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