The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

When the roar that shook the heavens and the earth was heard, the fortune teller knew that the current situation had completely fallen into Kong's control.

He and Kong were deceiving each other, but they also trusted each other surprisingly, because their goals were unexpectedly the same. Kong wanted Liyue to be under the control of the Abyss at least in name, and the Fortune Teller happened to be coveting the position of the Rock God. The Abyss magic specialized in souls and disasters, while the Fortune Teller was good at deceiving and deceiving. The two combined would always be beneficial.

This is also the basis for the cooperation between the two parties. Sora helps the fortune teller ascend to the throne of the God of Rock, and Sora supports the Abyss to some extent and influences the policy direction of Liyue. During this period, the fortune teller did not doubt whether Sora had other purposes, such as pulling the originally insignificant Fatui into the cooperation and promising them the great benefits of the Heart of God, or reaching some unknown deal with the God of Rock... But despite his doubts, the fortune teller still chose to believe in this mysterious ally.

Because he had no other choice. What he was going to do was so shocking that no one would help him except a heretic like the Abyss.

However, if you try to get the skin of a tiger, you must understand that you are at risk of being bitten by the tiger at any time.

The fortune teller understood this, but he had not expected that Kong would want to eat him so cleanly, and from the fangs he showed, it seemed that he could really do it.

"So now, you only have two choices." Kong looked at the fortune teller who was lost in thought with a lazy smile: "Either, I help you integrate into the body of the Rock God, or," he paused, and then continued: "You defeat me and take the Heart of God..."

"And then become the enemy of the Ice Queen?" The fortune teller smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Are all the methods you use in the Abyss so dirty?"

"What can I say?" Sora tilted his head cutely: "We are the Abyss."

“It seems I have no other choice…” The fortune teller sighed. He knelt on one knee reluctantly to show his loyalty to Sora. Sora also took a few steps forward, as if to help the fortune teller up - what a kind king and loyal minister!

However, the next moment, two almost exquisite figures suddenly moved, and the kneeling fortune teller suddenly shattered into pieces when Kong's hand was about to touch him. A row of sharp salt pillars popped out from where the fortune teller disappeared and went straight to Kong's face, while the real fortune teller appeared beside Kong like a ghost, and quickly reached out to grab the Heart of God of Rock God.

By fooling the power of the salt god, the fortune teller gained a half-advanced advantage.

As for Kong, he seemed to have been waiting for the fortune teller to make a move. He did not retract his outstretched hand, but continued to make the gesture of supporting. As this hand was raised, the speed of the salt pillars that were shot out like a crossbow decreased sharply, and finally, when they touched the delicate skin of Kong's face, they slowly stopped, turned into salt particles and dissipated in the air. His other hand - holding the Heart of God - did not avoid the fortune teller's grasp, but stretched forward slightly, just brushing the fortune teller's wrist and hitting the fortune teller's left chest squarely.

A black light flashed and the fortune teller who had originally had the upper hand was blown away by the power of the abyss. In the air, he exploded into a sea of ​​white salt grains and disappeared into the courtyard of the Golden House.

Kong slowly stood up and waved his hand. The Abyss Priest standing beside him understood what he meant. He bowed deeply to Kong, then tapped his heels and floated back into the abyss rift that had opened at some unknown time.

"It seems like you're planning to rob me." Looking at the fortune teller who was reconstructed from grains of salt sand in the courtyard, Kong spoke coldly. A pure black narrow-bladed longsword appeared in his hand, and the strange and unpredictable power of the abyss surged through his whole body.

"I thought about it," the fortune teller brushed off the salt foam on his sleeves and sneered, "On the bright side of the world, you, the Lord of the Abyss, can't use your full strength, and it's about the same for a weak, no-name god like me. It seems that it is not impossible to take you down."

"Really?" Kong raised the sword in his hand and casually made a sword flower.

"Then let me see how mediocre you are, a mediocre god!"

The dark sword light shot out before Kong Hua finished speaking, and the dark purple starlight was hidden in the vast light and shadow like the universe, carrying with it a desperate ruthlessness and cruelty.

If Luo Mu were here, he would definitely find this sword very familiar. He had to gather the power of all elements to barely slash out this sword, but Kong could swing it out with ease, and its power was even stronger.

Facing the sword, the fortune teller sneered. He did not try to dodge, but turned into salt particles again. His white sand body dispersed and gathered again, and he easily dodged the sword.

The fortune teller, whose body was put back together, looked at the deep cracks on the ground plowed by the sword and his eyelids twitched.

Kong Ye was silent for a moment as he looked at the white salt grains all over the ground.

If I can use all the power of the Fool, defeating him will be a piece of cake. The fortune teller secretly weighed it.

If this was in the abyss...haha, Kong also sneered in his heart.

Salt flowers bloomed everywhere, the fire of the abyss burned fiercely, and the fortune teller turned into a huge wave of salt all over the sky, rolling up the fishy and salty air into the sky. Kong then opened his sword and slashed with his long sword, creating a sword curtain composed of pure sword intent in the air. With every tremor of his wrist, a faint sword light would flash, and each sword light would slash towards a grain of salt sand with a pervasive evil.

The two collided and dissipated silently.

The power levels of both sides are too close, and both are mysterious and unpredictable. Although it seems that the two sides are fighting a fair duel of salt sand against sword light, the fortune teller has "grafted" various powers into different salt sands. Each grain of salt sand has a different effect when activated. Their annihilation attacks are secondary, but if the fortune teller controls the power and releases the complex effects he grafted at the same time, it may be possible to hurt this temporarily incomplete God of the Abyss.

And Kong's sword light... can accurately cut off every grain of salt without triggering the trap set by the fortune teller, which shows that Kong's sword intent is not simple.

"Aren't you known as a fortune teller? What kind of attack can I block? Haven't you calculated?" Kong sneered, and rushed out of the fortune teller's salt crystal frenzy. He twisted his waist and slashed back with a sword on the fortune teller's hastily condensed salt armor. At the same time as the divine armor filled with divine power shattered, the fortune teller's body suddenly turned into a stream of light, dragging a gray-black afterimage and flashing behind the original body, standing back to back with him. At the same time, the fortune teller and others around him who were slashed by Kong seemed to be drawn into the mist of history, becoming both real and illusory, with both his own sense of reality and heaviness, as well as the heaviness and antiquity from history.

"Fooling?" Sora frowned slightly.

At this moment, the newly appeared fortune teller suddenly bent down uncontrollably and coughed twice.

This time, fooling around with history... has done more harm to my body than I thought. The fortune teller smiled bitterly in his heart.

At the moment when Kong struck with his sword, he fooled history and changed the target to be killed from himself to a historical projection.

Seeing the fortune teller's coughing and wheezing, Sora's expression immediately relaxed.

"Fool." He said with certainty, with a smile of relief that made the fortune teller's heart tremble.