The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Ember's muttering came from behind Dain. The latter turned around and saw a crowd gathered around.

"Is this the Abyss Apostle you were talking about? Is it... dead?" Xingqiu saw him squatting on the ground and poked the Abyss Apostle's body with his weapon.

As a result, his weapon pierced straight through the Abyss Apostle's body and went straight in.

The fact that the Abyss Apostle's strong body became so weak after death was somewhat unexpected.

Ke Xingqiu had no time to care about any of that. He drew his one-handed sword, the dark corrosion marks on it clearly visible.

Not only that, Xingqiu also saw that the sword tip was drooping, and the one-handed sword forged from fine steel was now as flexible as a circus sword.

"My weapon! This is a limited edition that I crafted based on a 1:1 replica of one from a martial arts novel!"

Xingqiu held up his one-handed sword, which was corroded beyond recognition, and cried out in regret.

Why was he so reckless? If he had been more careful, this limited-edition one-handed sword might not have been lost to him so soon!

Although Xingqiu's cries were pitiful, Yu Jin couldn't help but think that the guy was just howling in vain.

"We can't keep this weapon, throw it away immediately." So he grabbed Xingqiu's weapon and threw it away in no time.

Xingqiu's pained expression faltered for a moment, then vanished into a nonchalant one. The sudden change in demeanor caught everyone off guard.

“Indeed, the size of this sword is problematic; it’s not comfortable for me to use.” Xingqiu then took out a one-handed sword and began to twirl it.

"How come you still have a weapon?" Paimon asked in surprise when he saw Xingqiu conjure up another glowing one-handed sword.

"Because I'm relatively wealthy," Xingqiu said with a shy smile, offering a very convincing reason.

Its credibility even made Paimon's eyes light up.

If you can become good friends with a rich person, can you eat whatever you want in the future?

Paimon's eyes darted around quickly; she was already figuring out how to get along with Xingqiu.

"This is your good friend?"

Shen He stared expressionlessly at Xing Qiu, who was showing off to Pai Meng, and asked Chong Yun.

As Chongyun's aunt, Shen He felt it was necessary to prevent Chongyun from making bad friends.

"Uh... Auntie, don't let Xingqiu's current state fool you, he's usually a very... very good friend."

Chongyun recalled how Xingqiu had usually deceived him, and couldn't help but say something against his will.

Xingqiu has no shortage of wicked schemes. For example, Aoyin appeared at Yunlaihai, but it turned out to be an anteater; a master exorcist came to Wangshu Inn, but it turned out to be a swindler. The list of such incidents is endless.

Suddenly, Chongyun seemed to realize that Xingqiu wasn't so good after all.

Chapter 387 The Threads of Fate are a Tangle

2023-12-31

"Where did you get the Abyss Apostle's corpse?" Dain pushed his way through the crowd.

He turned the body of the Abyss Apostle before him; it was as soft as a lump of mud. This Abyss Apostle did not return to the embrace of the Abyss like its other kind; instead, its body was forcibly stabilized.

"So you thought I was just playing around with the lasers before?" Ember stroked his chin, his eyes fixed on the purple characters that appeared on the Abyss Apostle, as if he were trying to analyze something.

But he quickly abandoned this thought-provoking activity. Pointing to the purple text floating in mid-air, Ember asked Dain:

"Come, come, take a look. What does this say? I can't understand it."

The Abyss Order and Dain have many similarities, the most noteworthy of criticism being their writing style.

He recognizes each character individually, but when put together, he can't understand it. It's exactly like Dain when he's telling riddles.

"Let me see... the loom of fate... weaving destiny..." Dain squatted down, muttering something intermittently.

After reading it, Dain felt a strange sense of familiarity. So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to recall the past.

A screen appears in her mind, and the memories that Din unearths are the slides playing on it.

Most of the footage was blurry, but a few familiar scenes remained clearly visible.

Among them was a purple crystal hanging upside down.

"what……"

Dain suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gradually shifting to the upside-down statue bathed in dark purple light.

The light was distorted, and in Dain's vision, the upside-down statue began to overlap with the hanging deep amethyst crystal in her memory.

"[The Sinner]... Is it he who guided you, or are you yourselves approaching him...?"

Dain pursed his lips, and before he knew it, beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

“Um… Dain, look what this is. I’ll give you a chance to rephrase your words.”

A pair of iron hands waved in front of Dain's eyes. Dain turned his head and saw Ember waving his fists to the side.

Dain suddenly recalled some painful memories.

Because of the curse he carries and his constant dealings with the abyss, Dain always likes to leave things unsaid.

This is actually a form of protection for the speaker. Because the secret he carries is too heavy, and if others find out about it, fate might very well come knocking on their door.

But the power of fate is unstoppable.

At least that's true for Dain.

But Ember didn't care about any of that; the Riddler was the man he hated most in his life.

Why? Well, they're terrified. Every single one of the Firelink Shrines is a riddle teller, including the Fire Keeper!

Every time Ember enters the Firelink Shrine, his head feels even bigger—talking to the Riddler is just too tiring.

He had thought things would be better at the border, but as soon as Melina opened her mouth, Ember knew that this woman's riddle-telling skills were no less than the Fire Keeper's.

Having learned from the previous two lessons, Ember now deeply despises the Riddler!

So every time Dain tells a riddle, Ember taps him on the head, telling him to be clearer. It works really well; now Dain only speaks plain language when he's with Ember.

"Ahem... I was just thinking about things from so long ago, and I was just feeling a little sentimental." Dain coughed a few times, then quietly took a few steps back.

Ember's punches still hurt quite a bit.

"The Abyss Order... and my brother, what exactly are they trying to do?" Ying also tried to decipher the information in the words, but unfortunately, she couldn't understand the unique script of the Abyss monsters at all.

"What are you doing..." Dai Yin was about to say something, but he stopped when he looked at Shen He and the others beside him.

Shen He, Xing Qiu, and Chong Yun—these three are already quite remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, in Dain's view, they still belonged to the category of "ordinary people" and should not be involved in matters concerning the Abyss and Canria.

Their fate could not bear such a weight.

Just as Dain was struggling with how to explain to Ying, she suddenly heard a gasp from beside her.

Wow! Baldy!

"I think this guy isn't so scary after all."

"Demons and evil spirits should not be distinguished by their appearance."

"So that's why they were wearing masks?"

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Dain felt a sense of foreboding.

He looked down and saw a bald head reflecting a blue light. Looking up again, he saw that the Abyss Apostle's mask, which had disappeared, was now in Ember's hand.

"..."

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the Abyss Apostle's head, its eyes closed and its forehead reflecting an eerie light, Dain now felt that his worries were somewhat unnecessary.

"I'm curious about the Abyss Apostle's true appearance. I'm surprised; he's bald. Are all Abyss Apostles like this?"

Yu Jin thought of Yuan Shang, and decided that he could ask him to verify it the next time he met him.

"I don't know." Dain clutched her chest, looking distressed.

Immediately, he saw Ember put the mask back on the Abyss Apostle and begin digging a pit in the spot.

"What are you doing again?" Dain saw the scene before him and immediately understood the reason for the way the abyss monster had died.

They did so many bad things, yet they died without leaving a body, successfully avoiding the humiliation of a corpse like embers.

"Respect for the dead is paramount; I'm digging its grave."

Yu Jin dug with lightning speed, and before he knew it, a deep pit was dug.

Another cloud of dust rose, and finally, a slightly raised mound of earth appeared before everyone's eyes. In front of it was a wooden sign that read: Apostle of the Abyss - Tomb of the Torrents.

Moreover, it uses the language of the abyssal monsters.

"Hah..." Dain bent over. What was just chest tightness had now turned into angina.

After taking a few deep breaths, Dain finally calmed himself down. He twitched his lips and said to Ying without any attempt to hide his feelings,

"I don't know much either, but based on the information I have now, it seems that Sora wants to imitate that guy and weave his own destiny."

Now Dain has completely opened up, no longer caring whether something dark will appear in Shen He and the others' fates after they hear these things they shouldn't have heard.

Anyway, if anyone looks for him in the future, he'll just say: "Please go to the surface and find Ember. I know nothing about him."

"Fate? Can this thing be woven?" Several question marks appeared above Ying's head. Who is the sinner? What is fate? Is it really possible to weave fate?

"Impressive! Weaving destiny is difficult; your brother has great ambitions." Ember tamped the grave mound down, and upon hearing Dain's words, he couldn't help but praise Kong's ambitions.

"But is he really that powerful? How could he possibly move so many stars?"

The fate of Teyvat is a very complicated matter. According to Ember's half-baked astrological knowledge, the fate of Teyvat seems to be strongly correlated with the ruling planet in the sky.

So how do you change your destiny? Well, by changing the trajectory of the stars!

Thinking about it this way, Ember suddenly realized that Teyvat's fate was still easy to change; it was just a matter of pushing stars.

If only pushing stars at the border could change fate. Then the Knox wouldn't have had to dedicate the entire race to developing the Hunter's Finger Knife and anchoring it to the future Lani.

I hope that at the right time in the future, the right person, in the right place, will pick up the right hunting finger knife, thus gaining a sliver of opportunity to break free from fate.

The price was the massacre of the entire race by malice from the stars, and the destruction of the Eternal City.

The cost was so high that Yu Jin felt it wasn't worth it.