The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Unfortunately, Ember was no ordinary person.

Xiao's figure transformed into a dark blue mist, traversing rapidly through space. This near-space-traveling technique was precisely what enabled him to eradicate the lingering resentment of the demon gods throughout Liyue.

However, this time he encountered tremendous resistance after only a short while of traversing. For some reason, the space here was many times more solid than before, making it as difficult as digging through mountain rocks.

"Why are you walking so fast? This is the first time I've ever actually seen an immortal. Let's have a chat!"

Yu Jin looked at the sky not far away, reached out and grabbed, and blue smoke began to appear in the seemingly empty sky in the distance—Xiao had been pulled out by him.

Looking at his re-emerged form, Xiao fell silent for the first time. Although he had never been good with words before.

“You are very strong, but it would be best if we didn’t make contact.” Xiao was silent for a while before slowly saying to Yu Jin.

"Why?" Yu Jin persisted.

"I am a Yaksha, though I am an immortal, I am the master of slaughter. Seeking blessings, wealth, immortality, or enlightenment is useless if you come to me."

Xiao turned his face away, looking expressionlessly at the rows of pavilions below.

"The master of slaughter?" Ember raised an eyebrow and looked Xiao up and down. "No wonder your aura was a bit like mine before."

"Like you?" Xiao chuckled lightly, as if Yu Jin had made a boast.

He glanced at Yu Jin, whose clothes were peculiar and whose aura was restrained. At most, he was just a master hidden in the bustling city; there was no sign of the murderous aura that came from years of killing.

Xiao even thought this guy named Ember was quite frivolous, somewhat resembling the Wind God he had met before.

"Being mired in slaughter and burdened by karmic debts is a misfortune that even immortals and yakshas cannot withstand. Although you are powerful, you may not have experienced the kind of battle I have fought. It is not good to speak so arrogantly."

Xiao shook his head; it was the first time he'd heard someone say he resembled Yaksha. Though surprised, he didn't quite believe it, taking it as Ember trying to get closer to him.

As he said, endless killing will eventually disappear in the killing.

Xiao raised his hand and looked at his palm. It was very white, but Xiao knew how much blood had stained it.

Of the original five demon-slaying demon lords, four are now gone, and Xiao himself feels that his days are numbered.

"Hehe, kid, you're not tall, but your vision shouldn't be as limited as your height." Yu Jin looked down at Xiao and could tell at a glance that he hadn't eaten properly. If it weren't for his strong arms, one would have thought he was malnourished!

“That’s just how tall I am. And that was advice, not a disparagement.” Xiao crossed his arms, still maintaining basic respect for a powerful figure like Yu Jin.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have turned around and left. Would they still be here chatting with Yu Jin?

"Tsk tsk tsk, I've already told you, you and I are very similar, but more like the old me."

Ember reached out and patted Xiao's head.

Chapter 297 Fighting and Killing

2023-11-16

"Where is this...?"

Xiao looked up at the gloomy sky. Wasn't he just on the roof of the Liyue Pavilion? How did he end up here?

Shifting his gaze downwards, Xiao sees a broken and distorted world.

This place used to seem very prosperous—because all you could see were the ruins of buildings.

However, what is disturbing is that, in addition to the normal piles of broken walls and ruins on the ground, there are many more twisted and intertwined building fragments further away.

The ruins were devoid of any pattern or aesthetic appeal; the walls ran directly through the building, and one equally dilapidated roof was attached to another conical roof.

From a distance, the ruins of these buildings look like clumps of wildly growing weeds, connected, intertwined, indistinguishable, and together forming this gray-white stone forest.

"A distorted space?" Xiao looked at the blurry edge of the distant wreckage, somewhat uncertain.

Although he can travel through space to some extent, Xiao doesn't understand the various properties of space very well.

He withdrew his gaze and began to examine the ruins before him.

Stepping into a dilapidated, drafty house, a musty smell immediately hit him. But Xiao paid no attention to it.

"Wait..." Xiao's pupils contracted rapidly when he saw the interior of the dilapidated house.

On the walls of the dilapidated house, two colors stood out clearly. One side was old and gray, with much of the plaster peeling off, revealing the moss-covered red bricks underneath.

The other floor was bright and shiny, with snow-white walls that looked freshly painted. Xiao could even smell the unique scent of talcum powder in the stale air.

"Not only space, but time is also distorted!" Xiao felt a buzzing sound echoing in his mind.

Xiao pursed his lips and stepped out of the dilapidated house. Looking up at the sky, the gloomy clouds revealed a suppressed glimmer of light; everywhere, the brightness was equally faint. He couldn't even see where the sun was.

Looking again at the distant ruins, Xiao had a sudden realization. The space of this world was actually formed by countless fragments from the past pieced together and twisted together.

As for why there are no future sources? Xiao thinks that the world wouldn't have any future if it did.

"Boom boom boom!"

The earth suddenly trembled, which surprised Xiao. The fact that this lifeless world could still shake was enough to excite him.

Leaping upwards through the chaotic ruins, Xiao's vision finally opened up, no longer limited by the ubiquitous rubble.

In the distance, a relatively intact dark building and a wide expanse of gray-white land came into view.

Xiao attempted to transform into wisps of green smoke, and in a mere instant, he succeeded. This surprised him somewhat, but now was not the time to dwell on such matters.

He was incredibly fast, but how long did it take him to reach that open space? He didn't know; it might have been a long time, or it might have been a short one.

The scenery on the ground was too monotonous, and the clouds in the sky seemed to stand still, so Xiao lost all sense of time.

The only constant is the occasional tremor from the earth.

Stepping on the gray-white ground, a cloud of dust billowed up. Xiao looked down at the dense, bottomless abyss below, then looked up at the enormous stone pillar rising from the thick fog before him.

Is this really a naturally occurring terrain? The scene before us is like a bottomless hole bursting open at the center of the world, with new land rising up in the middle of the hole, standing like an isolated island in the center of the hole.

Xiao shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh. He was really overthinking things. This space itself didn't conform to his common sense, and trying to apply his own experience to it was just too ridiculous.

Xiao glanced at the narrow, rocky road that was the only connection between the island and the world, swallowed hard, and then walked up it.

The earth continued to tremble, and Xiao was worried that the "rock fragment" that had been lifted up from the cliff might break apart.

This path is far too "thin" compared to the isolated island and the world, like a piece of "paper" stuck between the cliffs of the isolated island and the world.

And Xiao walks on the upper section of this "paper".

Fortunately, Xiao's worries were unnecessary.

At the end of the road lies a natural battlefield. Apart from the exit where the demon is located, the central island is completely shrouded in towering mountains on all sides.

And the battlefield, naturally, is for fighting.

A tremendous roar echoed across the deserted island. Visible ripples of distortion rippled through the air.

That distortion was caused by both the shockwave generated by air compression and the pure force that warped space.

The ripples struck the ground, causing the island to tremble along with the outside world.

Now Xiao understands why this world is so strange. It turns out that this isolated island, standing abruptly on a sheer cliff, is the true center of the world.

When this place trembles, the outside world trembles along with it; when this place is distorted, the outside world is distorted as well.

The roar was loud enough, and the distortion of space was intense enough, but to Xiao at the edge, it was like someone else's dream.

He could only watch; there was nothing he could do.

There seemed to be some heat source in the sky, the vast earth was churning, and the entire space had turned into a sea of ​​lava.

Amidst the fiery red ocean, there were many dazzling reflections—those were the armor left behind on this land.

Not only have one-on-one battles taken place here, but also large-scale wars.

Xiao suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to find that there were two more people in his line of sight.

One was Ember; and the other, like Ember, was also completely shrouded in iron armor.

They were so alike, both burning, both sullen, both like lifeless objects. It was as if their only focus was the battle.

Those who ignite fire are called Lords of Cinder. The stronger their souls, the greater the flames they produce.

To sustain the Age of Fire, countless powerful beings have burned themselves over the years, turning into firewood to maintain the world's prosperity.

However, the weakening of the Primordial Flame was inevitable, and the world's strong beings were becoming increasingly rare...

First gods, then heroes... In the end, in order to cultivate the kindling for the fire, they even used humans as bait, feeding Eldridge, a twisted monster.

The Ember's opponent is the embodiment of the Lords of Cinder throughout history. It has no mind; it possesses only the martial prowess of all the Lords of Cinder.

The flames on their bodies burned fiercely, and with every step they took, endless sparks spewed out.

Their weapons were engulfed in flames, making it impossible to distinguish between knives and swords, but that didn't matter anymore. To them, any weapon was simply an extension of their bodies.

With each swing of his sword, the Lord of Cinder's avatar conjured countless blurry afterimages amidst the surging sparks. Gods, humans, dragons…

All the experience of the Lords of Cinder combined to create every attack of the Incarnation. Each attack was impenetrable, yet each one was intercepted by the Embers on the opposite side.

Thrust, chop, split, sweep, sweep...

Straight sword, curved saber, spear, heavy hammer...

The changes in moves and weapons were as smooth as flowing water for the two fighters.

The battle between Ember and his avatar was simple, without dazzling magic, unpredictable immortal techniques, or suffocatingly large amounts of elemental power.

Yes, there is only an abyss of unfathomable skill and a power capable of tearing everything apart.

Xiao watched intently. His spear skills had reached perfection, but even so, when he caught a glimpse of the occasional spear clashes between Ember and his avatar, his inspiration and desire to wield the spear grew even stronger.

It turns out that the ultimate skill in marksmanship goes far beyond what he had just scratched the surface.

"Hey!" Suddenly, a hand landed on Xiao's shoulder, waking him from his reverie.

"Who goes there?!" Xiao was startled, but when he turned around and saw that it was Ember, he jumped even further away.

"You... how did you get here?" Xiao first looked at the still-fighting Ember in the distance, then at the unserious Ember in front of him, and said somewhat incoherently.

"Hmm... looking at myself when I was younger?" Yu Jin stroked his chin, half-jokingly.

Chapter 298 The Embers of the Elderly

2023-11-17

"Sigh, looking back now, I realize I was really energetic when I was young." Amidst the incessant vibrations, Yu Jin's slightly wistful voice could be heard.