Seeker of Teyvat

one day later,

News of the death of the old dean of Tongwen Academy finally broke out in Liyue Port.

On the same day, the funeral procession from the Hall of Purity set off.

A large number of teachers and students from the academy followed,

There was even an escort from the Qianyan Army,

Among the Qianyan Army, Ke Qing stood in white clothes,

Yuhengxing, one of the seven stars in Liyue, appeared at the funeral of the old dean. In the eyes of ordinary Liyue people, the old dean was considered extremely mournful.

And this also greatly eased the resistance of the college students towards Qixing.

No one noticed that during the deployment of the Qianyan Army escorting the old dean, part of the Qianyan Army disappeared silently.

evening,

The four senior gentlemen seemed to have put aside their internal conflicts. They carried the coffin of the old dean to the cemetery that had been prepared in the Hall of Rebirth.

The four of them worked together, and under the guidance of the funeral director of the Rebirth Hall, the coffin of the old dean was buried in the Wuwanpo cemetery.

Then, Hutao held the staff of Humo and started the ritual of death.

Under the unruly fire, a dim light emerged from the old dean's grave. It was the last true spirit of the old dean.

The old dean who was in a state of soul turned around and looked at the person who was seeing him off.

These people all had sad looks on their faces, and they were very sad about the departure of the old dean.

Among them were gentlemen from the academy, whose names he all remembered.

There were also students from the academy, and he remembered their appearance.

There were many people who had been helped by him, and in a corner, he even saw a ghost tribe coming from Inazuma.

That's right, it was Arataki Yito who finally found out about the old dean's death.

It's just that nothing happened that Kuki Ren was worried about. Arataki Yidou's face was solemn, without the playful smile of the past.

In the eyes of this Rice Wife Ghost King, the old dean is also his elder, and he knows the seriousness of the matter.

Without looking at Arataki Yidou for too long, and lingering on the two female students next to the ghost tribe for a while, the old dean finally looked at a peak on the edge of Wuwan Slope.

He knew that Wang Daoyi was looking at him there and nodded towards him.

Only then did the old dean look at the person he should be looking at - Hu Tao.

"I didn't expect that the person who sent me away would be a little guy like you."

Hu Tao holds the staff of Humo, and unruly fire floats on her body. This divine fire that cleanses away all the filth in the world makes Hu Tao look somewhat sacred.

"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil. The difference between life and death cannot be crossed. Hu Tao, the seventy-seventh generation leader of the Purangsheng Hall, asks the old dean to go on his way!"

Under the power of the death ceremony, the intersection between life and death was opened.

The old dean glanced at the narrow intersection between life and death.

He slowly shook his head and said, "I was born in Liyue. In the first half of my life, I was a member of the Qianyan Army, fighting for Liyue. In the second half of my life, I was the head of the academy, inheriting civilization for Liyue."

"What I owe Liyue has been paid off long ago; my contract with Morax has been completed long ago."

As he said that, the old dean's soul looked at Hu Tao: "Child, my soul does not belong to Morax."

"The difference between life and death is insurmountable. Since the old dean is our elder, why don't you want to leave?"

Hu Tao frowned, even if the old dean was her elder, if he was unwilling to enter the narrow realm of life and death, Hu Tao would not let him stay forever.

"Ha, don't worry, kid, I won't stay here. I have already felt His breath."

Far away, on top of the peak,

Wang Daoyi suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky above the funeral. There, there was a very, very powerful force gathering.

But the strange thing is that this force is obviously very powerful, but it gives people a feeling of emptiness.

just like.

"It seems like this power exists elsewhere, and what appears here is just his projection."

As power manifests,

An illusory door appeared in the sky,

And Wang Daoyi's familiar aura also emerged from behind the door.

"Istaru." Wang Daoyi looked at the illusory door and murmured.

However, he had no intention of getting close. Since the other party had just manifested, he would not be afraid of prying eyes.

Therefore, even though Wang Daoyi wanted to take a look inside the door, he held back his temper and stood quietly on the mountain, waiting for things to continue to develop.

In Wuwangpo, the old dean's soul ignored Hu Tao's alert eyes and stretched out his hands towards the sky,

"The Great Ruler of Time, after a thousand years, I finally saw your kingdom again."

The old dean recognized the door in the sky at a glance. It was the country gate of his lord, Istaru.

Thousands of years ago, when he met Istaru in his dream, this door was right behind Istaru.

After thousands of years, the old dean still has not forgotten this door.

Above the sky, there was no response from the door. Only the power of time seeped out from the door and extended to the ground, seeming to be attracting something.

Under the door, the old dean smiled expectantly. He knew that his god was coming to take him home.

As if sensing the strong emotions of the old dean, high in the sky, the vast power of time found its target.

Sweeping towards the old dean.

Although thousands of years have passed, Istaru still has not forgotten his last favored one.

Now, He crosses the distance of time and comes here, wanting to bring His favored ones back to His kingdom.

On Wuwang Slope, Hu Tao watched the old dean hugging the sky with his hands, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

He was about to take action and send the old dean into the narrow realm of life and death.

A familiar voice came to my ears.

"Don't stop the old dean from leaving. That is the honor he deserves."

"Dao Yi?" Hu Tao immediately recognized the voice in his ear, and then murmured in a low voice.

"It's me." The voice continued to ring in his ears.

The Humo Staff in Hu Tao's hand drooped slightly, and it lost its aggressiveness. She looked at the old dean hugging the sky, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes: "What on earth is going on?"

Even if she is a descendant of the Hall of Purity, even if Hutao knows a lot of secrets between life and death, even if she is proficient in various funeral rituals,

But Hutao has never seen a scene like today.

"The god that the old dean believes in is not the emperor, so his soul does not belong to the emperor. He has his own destination."

"Since the immortals have not intervened in the ownership of this kind of soul, there is no need for the Palace of Rebirth to take care of it. Perhaps it is a contract that has been drawn up between the emperor and [him] and is now being implemented."

Wang Daoyi's voice rang in Hu Tao's ears, explaining the current situation to Hu Tao.

Hu Tao frowned slightly. She didn't want to let the old dean leave.

As the leader of the Rebirth Hall, her duty is to send every soul on the land of Liyue into the narrow space between life and death.

However, out of trust in Wang Daoyi, Hu Tao did not make any unnecessary moves.