The Homeless Man of Teyvat

gold house,

Ying stopped singing and noticed some changes in the giant snake beside her.

His body gradually faded, and finally turned into a shadow. He opened his eyes, glanced at Ying gently, nodded gently, and sent a white and warm jade-like scale to the blonde girl.

The scales are about the size of a palm, with incomprehensible but beautiful patterns.

Ying took the scales, raised her head, and was about to say something when she saw the giant snake soaring up, flying through the roof of the golden house like a phantom, flying to nowhere.

"Huh? Tian Feng?"

Paimon exclaimed, grabbing the corner of Ying's clothes with his little hands, and said anxiously: "Where is he going? Let's catch up quickly!"

"It's okay, I know where he went."

Yingwen smiled softly, stretched out her hand to rub Paimon's hair, looked at Ying's white scales, her beautiful eyes were shining: "He has already told me."

The huge snake shadow soared and rolled in the sky, confusing the clouds in the west, and pinching the clouds in the east into blurry figures. It was a great time, and finally lowered its head and went straight into the tomb at the foot of Tianheng Mountain. He closed his eyes tightly. of young people integrated into one.

The sky was too high and the snake's shadow was too unreal, so that people in Liyue Port could not see the giant snake moving between the clouds, but only saw the sudden change of clouds.

So it was natural to think that this was the last farewell between Prince Yan and the people of Liyue.

The Liyue people wiped away their tears and puffed up their chests, wanting to bid farewell to their gods in the best possible way.

Unlike most people in Liyue who cannot see shadows,

Yelan's eyes widened and she saw with her own eyes the phantom of the giant snake falling straight down and rushing into Chen Tianfeng's tomb. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the giant snake seemed to be stunned for a moment when it saw her, and even felt nervous and panicked for a moment.

What exactly is going on?

Ye Lan's expression changed. She thought of Ning Guang's unusual performance two days ago, her inexplicable questions, and her very random task arrangements. Her eyes flashed, and some shocking guesses suddenly popped up in her heart.

Could it be...this is the miracle of Emperor Yanwang?

He couldn't bear to see his friend die in battle because of his request, so at the last moment of his life, he arranged a backup plan to grant Chen Tianfeng the miracle of resurrection from the dead?

No, no, if that's the case, Ning Guang's performance shouldn't be so relaxed... She looks like... like...

Yelan was suddenly startled, and suddenly turned to look at Liyue Port. In the sky above this prosperous port city, Qunyu Pavilion, a palace in the sky that Liyue people call the Yunxia Immortal Palace in the world, was quietly parked in the city. and among the clouds.

"It's like the emperor has not passed away..."

Yelan murmured.

Only in this way, Ning Guang suddenly seemed to have a backbone, a barrier to rely on, and the confidence to deal with various affairs calmly when he should be in a state of panic.

The emperor did not die, he just chose to let go and hoped that the people of Liyue would create a future that belongs to mankind.

Since the emperor has not passed away, and it seems that he is still in charge of the overall situation at the last moment of letting go, will Chen Tianfeng, who was invited by him to fight Osel in a fierce battle, really die in battle?

Yelan looked excited, staring at the tombstone with blazing eyes full of expectation.

"Tianfeng..."

"Tianfeng!"

Ying ran all the way and finally arrived at the place. She held her knees and took a breath. When she looked up, she saw a strange but familiar beautiful woman standing in front of her. There was a tomb behind her, and the tombstone was engraved with "Chen Tianfeng's Tomb". A few big words.

"Who are you……"

Ying was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, but her tone was slightly uncertain: "Yelan?"

"it's me."

Ye Lan nodded gently, held her arms in her arms, and said condescendingly: "You still came, but you came a step too late."

She paused and seemed to be trying to keep her expression calm, but she still couldn't hide her sadness: "Chen Tianfeng is dead."

She came at the wrong time... Ye Lan maintained a calm and sad expression, thinking about how to make this beautiful and gentle woman in front of her, her biggest rival, leave quickly... She was still waiting to dig her grave.

It was really the wrong time for her to be here... Ying looked at the beautiful and dangerous woman in front of him, thinking about how to make her leave. Tian Feng was still waiting for her below.

Paimon looked at Ying and then at Ye Lan. His body felt a little cold for some reason. He quietly moved some distance away from the two of them and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so scary...I always feel like someone is going to be killed.

Paimon tried to reduce his presence and felt a little pity for the guy who might be killed.

"you……"

"you……"

Yelan and Ying spoke at the same time, then stopped at the same time, looking into each other's eyes, both in a state of astonishment.

"You knew already."

"You know."

They spoke at the same time again.

The two looked at each other, suddenly smiled, and looked at Paimon at the same time.

"...What, what's wrong?"

The little mascot stammered and smiled.

"Paimon, we need to talk about something, you..."

"Don't worry! Paimon can't hear or see now!"

The little mascot patted his chest in assurance, then immediately turned around and took out his exclusive earplugs to plug his ears.

…

Chen Tianfeng opened his eyes and saw a long corridor emitting pure white fluorescence. There were broken lights and shadows on both sides of the corridor that were constantly changing, as if recording or witnessing.

"Oh...it's troublesome."

Chen Tianfeng didn't pay attention to the corridor in front of him, looked behind him, sighed as if he had a headache, and reached out to rub his temples.

Why is Yelan guarding his grave?

This is how to do?

Chen Tianfeng felt quite guilty. He struggled for a long time and couldn't think of any solution. He could only sigh again, put down the problem for the time being, and looked at the fluorescent corridor with broken light and shadow on both sides.

He was silent for a few seconds, took in a breath gently, exhaled it slowly, smiled, and walked into the corridor.

All the deaths He witnessed are recorded here.

All deaths in the world of the Holy Spirit are recorded, every grain of sand, every plant, every life that was once alive, and those that did not escape before the death of the world, are recorded.

And the death he witnessed after coming to Teyvat - whether by his hand or not.

Chen Tianfeng walked forward slowly, looking at the deaths belonging to Teyvat in the records. There were sand and gravel, grass and trees, birds and fish, forest deer and wild boars, monsters and humans... and demons.

Chen Tianfeng stopped and saw the whirlpool demon emerging in the light and shadow. He thought for a moment, tentatively stretched out his palm, closed his eyes lightly, and tried something. Finally, he groaned and retracted his hand angrily.

Sure enough, it doesn’t work.

It seems that he can only choose an existence below the devil to resurrect him among the deaths he has witnessed.

But it's already good.

He is not persistent. It is already good to be able to awaken this ability during resurrection, not to mention... it will become stronger as his resurrection progresses.

Maybe after his soul is resurrected and fused, it will be possible to resurrect the Demon God. In short, it is finally no longer a "dirty bomb" that people hate and God abandons.

Chen Tianfeng chuckled softly, turned around and looked at the death recorded in the Holy Spirit World, his expression downcast.

Unlike Teyvat, death in the Holy Spirit world is integrated. They either live together or die together. There is no way to play tricks and only choose a certain existence to resurrect.

He pursed his lips and looked at a familiar figure in the light and shadow, with turbulent emotions in his eyes, but he only let out a long sigh: "You stubborn old guy..."

The figure was holding a scepter with a long snake coiled around it. There was a calm smile on the old face, and his eyes were gentle, as if he was still alive and looking at his god.