Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

As he spoke, Xiaogong scratched his head, his slightly narrowed eyes seeming to bring the morning sun out too early: "I didn't expect the medicinal wine to be more effective than I imagined."

To be honest, after so many years of wandering, Mu Xian had never seen a medicinal wine that was so effective that it could restore someone to their original state overnight.

However, seeing Xiaogong's confident expression, Muxian didn't want to say anything and continued to remain silent.

"Sister Xiaogong!"

Klee finally caught up with Yoomiya. Klee looked at Yoomiya, put her hands on her hips, and her little face showed obvious anger: "How could you leave Klee and Dudu behind?"

Klee's words reminded Yoomiya that there was a little one next to her.

"Sorry, Klee."

Yoomiya squatted down and apologized to Klee: "I ran into a friend and thought I'd say hello first."

"friend?"

Klee looked up in confusion, then her face lit up with surprise when she saw Mu Xian: "Brother Demon!"

Evil spirit...brother?

Mu Xian was taken aback and touched the mask he was wearing.

The little girl is quite good at judging people by their appearance.

Thinking it over, Mu Xian nodded to Ke Li and then prepared to leave as soon as possible.

But before he could turn around, he noticed that Klee seemed to want to say something more to him, and she seemed quite excited.

"You remember Klee, right, Brother Demon? Klee saw you yesterday."

The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yesterday, Klee met the evil brother and Aunt Frey."

"Aunt Frey said that the evil brother is very, very handsome, just like the leader of the troupe, Qin."

Klee suddenly felt a little disappointed: "But, but Klee has never met that older brother."

"So, Devil Brother, can Klee see what you look like?"

As she spoke, Klee raised her head, her bright eyes fixed on Mu Xian's mask with anticipation.

Mu Xian suddenly felt something was strange. Why did everyone want to take off his mask whenever he put it on?

"Feel sorry."

Mu Xian looked away from Ke Li: "Don't listen to that...madam's nonsense, I'm not good-looking at all."

"If I take off the mask, it might scare you."

"Klee won't be scared. Oh, and Dudu won't be scared either."

Keli looked serious, as if she was determined to see what Mu Xian looked like.

The little girl's determination put Mu Xian in a difficult position.

Rejection is easy, even though it means disappointing others' expectations, Mu Xian has gotten used to it since his rebirth.

Mu Xian opened his mouth, wanting to refuse further, but Xiao Gong interrupted him.

"Claire, have you forgotten that we still have other things to do?"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice rang out, Mu Xian suddenly felt the atmosphere around him become somber.

I glanced curiously at the two people in front of me and found that they were both hanging their heads, as if they had lost something.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, but this silence made Mu Xian feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Hesitating, Mu Xian was about to speak when he noticed that the two of them had inexplicably perked up again.

"it does not matter."

Yoomiya said to Klee in an encouraging tone, "Even though fireworks are banned at the Celebration Festival, there are still many things we can do."

"Even without fireworks, the Rongcai Festival is still just as wonderful."

“That’s right.” Klee nodded emphatically: “Besides frying fish, there are many, many more fun things to do.”

Optimists always manage to pull themselves out of a dull atmosphere. The two looked at each other and seemed to have found kindred spirits.

"Mu Xuanjun, can you stay with me and keep Keli company?"

Suddenly, Yoomiya looked at Kizuna with an excited expression: "Klee said she wants to go on an adventure in Inazuma."

"Forgive me for refusing."

Without a second thought, Mu Xian said directly, "I have other things to do."

Without waiting for Xiaogong to say anything more, he turned and left the two of them.

Although he wasn't sure where Yae no Miko was, Mu Xian decided to go to Inazuma Castle to take a look.

After all, apart from the doll that always stayed in the castle tower, Inazuma Castle didn't have as many people he knew on the outlying islands.

Thinking this, the girl's figure suddenly appeared in front of Mu Xian.

Looking at Xiaogong blocking his way, Mu Xian felt somewhat displeased.

However, before Mu Xian could say anything, Xiao Gong spoke first.

"Mu Xuanjun is looking for Lord Gongsi, isn't he?"

As if knowing something, Xiaogong spoke to Muxian again: "I will tell Muxian-kun where Lord Gongji is, and Muxuan-kun will stay with me and accompany Keli."

"Now, suddenly there are a lot of monsters in Inazuma, and I'm injured, so I can't deal with it."

"Injured?" Mu Xian frowned. "Hasn't your wound already healed?"

"Cough cough, that's just the surface. How could such a serious wound heal overnight?"

Through the mask, Mu Xian coldly stared at Xiao Gong without saying a word.

Feeling a little guilty under that gaze, Yoomiya slowly looked away...

"I see."

Before Xiaogong could take his eyes off Mu Xian, the voice through the mask brought him a pleasant surprise.

"I will protect you, but after this, you must tell me the location of Yae no Miko."

Chapter 57 Scenes Under the Souvenir Mirror

Before him was that familiar katana, its cracked blade nearly causing General Raiden to crush the commemorative mirror in his hand.

But she ultimately held back, turning her gaze to the dim and lifeless Dream Heart beside her.

I remember when I made a promise with Shadow to leave the castle tower, the Divine Child mysteriously handed me something, and that thing carried the aura of Mu Xian.

The general thought it was Mu Xian who had appeared, and he wanted to see him one more time.

But who knows...

The power of the memorial mirror continues; driven by this power, the scene from a month ago persists.

The vast castle tower houses more than just General Raiden.

Frey removed her cloak and tried her best to see the reflection in it.

The young man in the mirror didn't look like the eight-year-old boy I remembered, but he had blond hair and that face.

That's right, he is Mu Xian, his own son.

At this moment, Frey didn't know what she was feeling.

Am I happy? But more than that, I feel bittersweet.

Twelve years. It turns out that I haven't been by his side for a full twelve years.

For the past twelve years, Frey didn't know if he was doing well or not; it was as if... it was as if he hadn't...

"No, how could there not be?"

Slowly, Frey walked up to the image: "Mom has always remembered you, always kept you in her heart."

"Mom, Mom was wrong."

A hand reached out from under the cloak, wanting to touch Mu Xian's face in the image.

But when the palm passed through the image, there was no tactile sensation as expected.

Within reach, yet suddenly vanished.

This feeling of loss made Frey stare blankly at the image, watching the people in the image move and then pass through her body.

Turning around, something resembling a soul floated out from Mu Xian's body, and the image in the memorial mirror moved along with the soul.

Frey saw the soul leave Shadow Mountain and saw the oppressive purple clouds in the distance.

The dark clouds seemed to be brewing something, and the hidden murderous intent entered Frey's heart through the memorial mirror, startling her.

Suddenly, Frey's eyes widened as if she had realized something, and she looked at the soul that was gradually drifting away.

"No, we can't do this... Mu Xian, you can't go there!"

Frey shook her head, gradually anticipating what would happen next. She reached out to grab the soul, but missed.

Shouting cannot stop what has already happened.

Frey watched as her soul merged into a boy's body, and then watched as the purple blade of light tore through space and slashed towards the traveler.

The boy, controlled by a soul, charged towards the flashing blades, using his own strength to resist the overwhelming killing intent before him.

In the very end, the soul returned to Mu Xian's body, and the young man holding the worn-out katana seemed to be saying something to someone.

Gradually, the light in the young man's eyes disappeared, leaving only a deep, cold indifference in his dark pupils.

In the midst of indifference, the young man gradually turned into countless grains of sand and disappeared completely.

Click!

This was the third time General Thunder had looked at the scene in the commemorative mirror, and each time it made him feel momentarily disoriented.

This time, no one stopped him, and the general finally couldn't help but crack the commemorative mirror in his hand.

After all, the memorial mirror recorded the real scene, and it was he himself who killed Mu Xian.