Fights Break Sphere: Rock King's Leisurely Journey into the Mortal World

Chapter 1: The End of Wear and Tear is Rebirth
"At this moment, all the demons and gods are rising up. Although I have no intention of competing with them, I understand the suffering of the people..."

"The heavens shake, and all things appear... The mountains and seas transform..."

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In the final battle on the continent of Teyvat, Morax, the god of precious gold, ultimately failed to resist the endless erosion caused by excessive use of divine power and the accumulation of time.

Even the rock that a whirlpool cannot shatter will be worn away by the erosion of time. And today, this rock that has weathered more than 6,000 years of wind and rain is beginning to show cracks.

At this moment, countless golden blades burst out from the cracks in Morax's body, as if to tear him apart completely.

Morax tried his best to suppress the intense pain that surged from deep within his body to his brain. Six thousand years of wandering in the world had already made him indifferent to life and death.

He looked around, and among the ruins were only the remains of his old friends, but they all knew that after this battle, the people would no longer be disturbed by the demons and the abyss.

"I was once a god to mankind. I should have cleared the way for them and restored peace to the world."

Morax smiled, "It's a shame I can't witness people's rise and fall firsthand."

He smiled and closed his eyes.

"The rock also shall return to dust."

Golden light surrounded him like a blade, and the ancient god gradually merged into the embrace of the universe amid the whispers of the breeze.

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"Hey, my old friend, don't give up so easily."

"Morax, without you, we wouldn't have won, and the people of Nata wouldn't have been spared from the erosion of the abyss and the suffering of the disturbed leylines."

"Thunder will show you the way. I miss my sister."

"Life...will eventually end...but wisdom will always be with you."

"Justice requires absolute power to enforce it."

"The baptism of frost and ice is the best gift to resist the powerful. Morax, you are the man I respect most in my life."

"Are you ready? Morax, or rather, Zhongli, this might be a little painful."

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Caressed by a gentle breeze, the dust slowly coalesced, reshaping Zhongli's form. The seven divine hearts of the past were annihilated in the Ice Queen's war. Yet, in an instant, the soul power of the remaining six gods transformed into a ball of light, miraculously recreating their original divine hearts.

This is the true "Heart of God", not the remains of the original third adventer. They come entirely from the power of the Demon God and contain the endless power of the other six gods.

In the silence of the abyssal battlefield, six rays of brilliant light slowly emerged, carrying the divine powers of the lightness of wind, the fury of thunder, the growth of wood, the gentleness of water, the blazing heat of fire, and the calmness of ice. Like living spirits, these divine powers, guided by their masters' resolute and profound will, quietly merged into the mouth of Zhongli, the only one remaining intact on the battlefield.

Within Zhongli's body, various distinct divine powers began to intertwine and merge. Each possessing unique properties and essences, as if emanating from different worlds, these powers found a common point of convergence within Zhongli's body. They collided and permeated each other, ultimately coalescing in Zhongli's left chest, forming a heart shimmering with six-colored light. This heart was not only a symbol of power, but also a testament to the harmonious coexistence of diversity.

"Our bodies have long since perished, but you are different. You are the strongest rock in the universe. I hope you can carry our will and divine power and continue to live on in our place."

As the voices gradually faded, the souls of the six gods began to slowly dissipate. However, on the self-sufficient continent of Teyvat, the demise of the six gods was not as silent as the disappearance of their bodies. This time, it was a complete annihilation. In that instant, the divine power of the entire world seemed to be drained away, leaving a vacuum.

If you also possess divine power, you will clearly see that with Zhongli's body in mid-air as the center, a huge colorful vortex is constantly tearing the void, as if it wants to tear the world apart.

However, for the ordinary people living peacefully on the continent of Teyvat, all this is business as usual, with no changes at all.

This is a god who is unwilling to disturb his people until his death.

The storm of divine power continued to expand, like a hydrogen balloon storing desires, and was about to burst.

In that final moment of endless darkness and chaos, the vortex of greed that once seemed capable of devouring everything, like a raging beast, its bloody maw yawning, ravaged the vast world. And at the center of this vortex, Zhongli was like a mysterious needle shining with a rainbow of light, emanating a suffocating charm and power.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, space seemed to warp. The once surging, indomitable vortex of greed, as if struck by some invisible shock, began to tremble violently, uncharacteristically. Its once wildly expanding edges contracted and tightened at an unimaginable speed, as if to tightly envelop all its evil and greed.

Along with Zhongli's firm and resolute figure, this powerful force disappeared on the fantasy and mysterious continent of Teyvat, leaving only silence and nothingness, as if telling an unknown legendary story.

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Later on, a legend has been circulating on the continent of Teyvat: a great chaos broke out, the world was in turmoil, the bones of Teyvat were scattered all over the ground, and the people were displaced. The Rock King could not bear to see the people suffer, so he sacrificed himself in the final battle with the other six gods, bringing hope and peace to the people of the entire continent...

Later, in Liyue, the people blessed by the Rock God continued to sing a ballad praising the Rock King: Legend has it that there is a star in Tianyuan on the mainland that belongs to him~
Carve the law of man on the chessboard of heaven~
Too gentle to the people~
The gods fought in rage and slaughtered without limit...

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Within this boundless void, Zhongli was immersed in a unique transformation. The power of the six elements, like invisible artisans, constantly sculpted his body, hardening it beyond its previous strength. His soul, gradually coalescing within this forging, seamlessly merged with this body, both familiar and unfamiliar, as if telling a story both ancient and new.

This journey stretches on endlessly, as if time has lost its meaning at this moment.

Maybe it has been a long time, or maybe it will take even longer to settle.

No one knows where this long road will lead.

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[Douqi Continent, Northwest Continent, Jiama Empire, Wutan City]

Dots of light shattered from the vast green canopy, casting a shadow upon the man's face. His features looked remarkably fair in the clear light, set against his lustrous black hair. His entire figure seemed carved from ice and snow, exuding a chilling indifference. His robe fluttered in the air, not as if blown by the wind, but rather in a slow, magical manner, floating like a cloud.

"You're awake." Xiao Zhan walked over and asked about Zhongli's condition.

Zhongli slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a simple middle-aged man.

"here it is?"

"This is Wutan City, young man. Even if you encounter a terrible thing, you must not commit suicide. You only have one life!" said the middle-aged man earnestly.

"Why do you say that?" Zhongli was full of confusion. He was very unfamiliar with the Wutan City that the middle-aged man in front of him was talking about.

"If I hadn't discovered you in time in the back mountain, you would have fallen directly down the hundred-meter cliff over there along the waterfall." Xiao Zhan said while pointing behind Zhongli.

Zhongli stood up and turned around, looking at the steep mountain wall behind him, without any emotion in his heart.

For Zhongli himself, even if he fell into the hundred-meter cliff unconsciously, it would not cause any harm to himself. There is a huge difference between rocks. In Xiao Zhan's eyes, this matter of hitting a rock with an egg may be that the cliff rock below the cliff is the real egg.

But no matter what, from an ordinary person's perspective, the middle-aged man in front of him really saved his life.

"May I know your name and where you live?" Zhongli asked after sorting out his thoughts.

"My name is Xiao Zhan, and I'm the head of the Xiao family in Wutan City. I'd like to know your name, little brother, and what sect you belong to?"

"My name is..." As his thoughts reached this point, Zhongli felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it had been shattered by lightning. In the end, he could only slowly utter two words: "Zhongli."

Xiao Zhan's gaze narrowed as he saw Zhongli, his face twisted in agony, his hand resting on his forehead. He couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable fear. He whispered, "Zhongli, if you're willing, please come with me to the Xiao family. I have many rare healing elixirs hidden within my mansion that may be able to alleviate your unbearable pain."

Zhongli shook his head. "Mr. Xiao Zhan, since you saved my life, I should repay you. How about this? I'll sign a contract with you to help you or your family solve a problem. How do you do it?"

"Hmm?" Xiao Zhan frowned slightly, clearly still reeling from Zhongli's slightly bizarre words. He pondered: Solve the problem? Humph, the biggest challenge facing our Xiao family right now is our exceptionally gifted and monstrous third son, Xiao Yan.

This child, once a cherished child of destiny, held high hopes by his family, could only imagine that his path to cultivation would become mired in a fog, the further he advanced, the more his cultivation regressed. Once, he had reached the realm of Three Stars in the Fighter Realm, a height so many could only dream of! However, in just three short years, his cultivation had plummeted like a kite with its string cut, plummeting to the point where he had now fallen to the third stage of Fighting Qi.

As his father, Xiao Zhan was well aware that over the past three years, Xiao Yan had put in unimaginable effort to improve his strength. His training intensity was more than ten times his usual intensity! Every day, at the crack of dawn, he would rise and plunge into his arduous training; when night fell and all was quiet, he would still be under the dim light, diligently studying his training methods.

After practicing so hard, he got such a result. If there wasn't some mysterious evil power at work in secret, then there must be a very difficult problem with Xiao Yan's own physique.

"I wonder if this young friend Zhongli knows how to solve the problem of regression in cultivation?" Xiao Zhan asked tentatively.

"I wonder who in your family is suffering from this disease?"

"To be honest, my friend, it is my youngest son, Xiao Yan."

"Take me to see it, maybe I can find a way." Zhongli said after thinking for a while.

When Xiao Zhan saw this, he was initially stunned by Zhongli's elegant and luxurious clothes. It was as if he had grabbed the last straw on the edge of a cliff. He grabbed Zhongli's wrist and walked towards the Xiao family.

"Could it be that we really found a treasure this time?!"

(End of this chapter)