Battle Through the Heavens: The Rock King Emperor's Leisurely Wanderings in the Mortal World

Chapter 1: At the End of Wear and Tear Lies Rebirth

"At this time, demons and gods have risen up together. Although I have no intention of vying for supremacy, I am aware of the suffering of the common people..."

"The heavens move in all their forms... mountains and seas take on new shapes..."

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In the final battle on the continent of Teyvat, Morax, the god of precious metals, ultimately could not withstand the relentless erosion caused by the overuse of divine power and the accumulation of countless years.

Even the most solid rock, which a whirlpool cannot break, will wear down under the erosion of time. And today, it is the day when this rock, which has withstood more than six thousand years of wind and rain, begins to show cracks.

At this moment, countless golden blades of light burst forth from the cracks within Morax's body, as if to tear him apart completely.

Morax desperately suppressed the intense pain surging from the depths of his body to his brain; six thousand years of wandering in the mortal world had long since made him indifferent to life and death.

He looked around. Amidst the ruins, only the remains of his old friends remained. But they all knew that after this battle, the people would no longer be harassed by demons and the abyss.

"I was once a god among men, and it is my duty to clear the way for them and restore a bright and clear world to this land."

Morax laughed. "It's a pity I won't be able to witness the rise and fall of people."

He closed his eyes with a smile.

"Even a rock will return to dust."

Golden light, like blades, surrounded him as the ancient god gradually merged into the embrace of the universe amidst the whispers of the breeze.

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

"Morac, without you, there would be no victory for us, and the people of Nata would not be spared the suffering of the abyss's corruption and the disruption of the ley lines."

"Thunder will guide you. I miss my sister."

Life...has an end...but wisdom will always be with you.

"A just verdict cannot be executed without an absolutely powerful force."

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

"Ready? Morax, or rather, Zhongli, it might hurt a little."

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Under the gentle caress of the breeze, the dust slowly coalesced, reshaping Zhongli's figure. The seven divine hearts of the past had all perished in the Ice Queen's war. However, in an instant, the soul power of the remaining six gods transformed into orbs of light, miraculously recreating their original divine heart forms.

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

In the silence of the abyss battlefield, six multicolored lights slowly emerged, each carrying the divine power of the wind's lightness, the thunder's fury, the wood's growth, the water's gentleness, the fire's heat, and the ice's calmness. These divine powers, like living spirits, quietly merged into the heart of the only vessel on the battlefield that remained intact, following the firm and profound will of its master.

Within Zhongli's body, various distinct divine powers began to intertwine and merge. These powers, each possessing unique attributes and essences, seemed to originate from different worlds, yet they found a point of convergence within Zhongli's body. They collided and permeated each other, eventually slowly 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 proof of the harmonious coexistence of diversity.

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

As the voices faded, the souls of the six gods began to slowly dissipate. However, on this continent of Teyvat, filled with self-will, the demise of the six gods was not as silent as the disappearance of their bodies. This time, it was utter annihilation. And in that instant, the divine power of the entire world seemed to be drained, creating a vacuum.

If you also possess divine power, then you will clearly see that, centered on Zhongli's body in mid-air, a huge colorful vortex is constantly tearing through the void, as if it is about to rip this world apart.

However, for the ordinary people living peacefully on the continent of Teyvat, everything remained the same, without any change.

This is a god who would rather die than disturb his people.

The divine storm continued to expand, like a hydrogen balloon storing desires, soon to burst.

In that final moment, amidst endless darkness and chaos, the greedy vortex that once seemed capable of devouring everything transformed into a raging beast, its gaping maw ravaging the vast expanse of heaven and earth. At the center of this vortex, Zhongli shone like a mysterious needle radiating seven-colored light, exuding a breathtaking charm and power.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to distort. The once surging, arrogant vortex of greed, as if encountering some invisible shock, began to tremble violently, contrary to its usual behavior. Its previously rampant expansion edges contracted and tightened at an unimaginable speed, as if trying to tightly wrap up all its evil and greed.

With Zhongli's resolute and determined figure, this powerful force vanished from the fantastical and mysterious continent of Teyvat, leaving behind only silence and nothingness, as if telling an untold legendary story.

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Later, a legend circulated throughout the continent of Teyvat: Chaos erupted, the heavens and earth trembled, Teyvat was littered with bones, and its people were displaced. The Rock Lord, unable to bear the suffering of his people, sacrificed himself along with six other deities in the final great battle, bringing hope and peace to the entire continent…

Later, in Liyue, the people, blessed by the Geo Archon, continued to sing a ballad praising the Geo Archon:

Legend has it that there is a star in the Tianyuan region of the mainland that represents him~

The laws of humanity are inscribed on the chessboard of heaven.

He's incredibly gentle with the people.

A god's wrath unleashes boundless slaughter...

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In this boundless void, Zhongli was immersed in a unique transformation. The power of the six elements, like the invisible hand of a craftsman, continuously sculpted his body, making it harder than ever before. His soul gradually coalesced in this forging process, perfectly merging with this familiar yet unfamiliar body, as if telling an ancient yet newly born story.

This journey stretched on endlessly, as if time itself had lost its meaning at this moment.

Perhaps it has been a long time, or perhaps it needs even longer to settle.

No one knows where this long road will lead.

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[Dou Qi Continent, Northwest Continent, Jia Ma Empire, Wutan City]

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Specks of sunlight shattered from the massive green canopy, casting shadows on the man's face. His complexion appeared remarkably pale in the clear light, contrasting beautifully with his glossy black hair, making him seem as if sculpted from ice and snow, exuding a chilling indifference. His robes fluttered in the air, but not as if blown by the wind; rather, they moved slowly and magically, like floating clouds.

"You're awake." Xiao Zhan walked over and inquired about Zhong Li's condition.

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

"here it is?"

"This is Wutan City, young man. No matter what terrible thing happens to you, you must not take your own life. You only have one life!" the middle-aged man said earnestly.

"What makes you say that?" Zhongli asked, puzzled. He was completely unfamiliar with Wutan City, which the middle-aged man in front of him was talking about.

"If I hadn't found you in time on the back mountain, you would have fallen straight down that hundred-meter cliff along the waterfall there," Xiao Zhan said, pointing behind Zhong Li.

Zhong Li stood up, turned around, and looked at the steep mountain wall behind him, his heart unmoved.

For Zhongli himself, even if he fell into this hundred-meter cliff unconsciously, it would not cause him any damage. There are also vast differences between rocks. In Xiao Zhan's eyes, this is a case of throwing an egg against a rock. Perhaps the rocks below the cliff are the real eggs.

However, from an ordinary person's perspective, the middle-aged man in front of him had indeed saved his life.

"May I ask your honorable name and address, my benefactor?" Zhong Li asked, gathering his thoughts.

"My name is Xiao Zhan, and I am the head of the Xiao family in Wutan City. May I ask your name, young friend, and which sect or school you belong to?"

"My name is..." As his thoughts drifted to this point, Zhong Li's head throbbed with pain as if struck by lightning, and he could only slowly utter two words: "Zhong Li."

Xiao Zhan's gaze sharpened as he saw Zhongli clutching his forehead, his face contorted in pain, and a strange sense of unease welled up within him. He said softly, "Young friend Zhongli, if you wish, you may come with me to the Xiao family. My Xiao family has many rare healing pills that may alleviate your unbearable pain."

Zhong Li 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 that can help you or your family solve a problem. What do you say?"

"Hmm?" Xiao Zhan frowned slightly, clearly still not recovered from Zhong Li's somewhat strange words. He thought to himself: Solve the trouble? Hmph, the biggest problem facing my Xiao family right now is that exceptionally talented, monstrous third son, Xiao Yan.

This child, once the pride of his family, has now found his cultivation path shrouded in a fog, his progress only leading to a regression. He had once reached the three-star level of Dou Zhe, a height many dreamed of! Yet, in just three short years, his cultivation has plummeted like a kite with a broken string, falling to the third level of Dou 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 that of his usual routine! Every day, he would rise at the crack of dawn to immerse himself in arduous training; when night fell and all was quiet, he would still be diligently studying cultivation methods under the dim light.

Such relentless cultivation, yet this is the result. If it weren't for some mysterious and unpredictable monstrous power at work, then it must be that Xiao Yan's own physique has encountered an extremely troublesome problem.

"Does this young friend Zhongli know how to solve the problem of cultivation regression?" Xiao Zhan asked tentatively.

"May I ask who in your household is suffering from this ailment?"

"To be honest, young friend, I am indeed my youngest son, Xiao Yan."

"Take me to see him, perhaps I have a solution," Zhong Li said after a moment's thought.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhan, who was initially stunned by Zhong Li's elegant and luxurious attire, grabbed Zhong Li's wrist as if he had grasped the last straw on the edge of a cliff and headed towards the Xiao family.

"Could it be that we've really struck gold this time?!"

(End of this chapter)