High above the heavens.
The land of Celestia's fury.
A pair of golden-red eyes snapped open.
White hair flowed though no wind stirred it.
On her left hand, the divine vessel of her body slowly rose from decay.
Indifferent eyes pierced through layers of space, gazing upon Teyvat.
Liyue, the Chasm, the Sky Nail…
Then, only blur.
Her vision vanished.
Even with the blessing of spatial authority, she could lock onto nothing.
Scarlet diamond-shaped fissures floated behind her.
The Heavenly Principal seemed ready to descend herself.
But just as she was about to move,
a faint voice whispered in her ear.
It was a warning from fellow Principal, Ronova.
"Undefeatable. Do not court your own death."
"How could it be undefeatable?"
Asmoday's cold gaze shifted toward Ronova.
"I will die, and so will you," Ronova replied.
"…An unexpected Descender?"
At her words, Asmoday frowned deeply.
Her raised foot slowly halted, weighing the choice.
"You know the traits of Descenders.
This one is special even among them.
Not only is his authority already perfectly replicated…"
The red spatial blocks flickered at her fingertips.
But the target was completely lost.
"…He is free of Teyvat's fate,
can shatter life and death itself with ease."
Ronova's whisper came again.
"I told you only to warn you.
I've already passed the message on.
How others choose to act is no concern of mine.
As for me… once Natlan's contract is fulfilled, I will leave.
Celestia sleeps. The rest is up to us.
Whether hostility, compromise, or tribute…
I am afraid."
The message ended.
"…"
Asmoday was silent for a long time.
Finally, her gaze turned once more to the Chasm.
Her left hand rose, conjuring scarlet cubes.
She tore open a rift and tossed them in.
Then, she lay back down.
Her eyes closed once more.
The scars of Khaenri'ah's war five hundred years ago still lingered.
Why provoke a Descender even more terrifying?
She was domineering and cold,
but not a fool.
As long as Teyvat's order did not collapse, it was enough.
The seven nations' little schemes?
Ants, not worth her notice.
—
The Chasm, beneath the Sky Nail.
Taro had abandoned the idea of dismantling the Nail.
Now he was forcing open a sealed gate.
This strange space had its own primitive will.
With Abyssal power suppressed and Celestial power dormant,
it had lost its source of strength.
Threatened, it reacted by closing its doors,
hoping to bar Taro's advance and protect its core.
"Too bad. Futile."
"Where do you think you're hiding?"
Taro's hands gripped a spatial node.
With brute force, he ripped it open.
A dark corridor yawned before them.
Within lay countless fragmented subspaces, stacked like a cube.
At the deepest point churned dark-red mist.
Within the fog, silhouettes writhed—
the twisted remnants of Liyue's adepti, Millelith,
and Abyss-corrupted souls.
"Brother Fushir!"
Both Yingda and Fan'nan shouted in unison.
Their faces burned with rage and disbelief.
That aura—how could they not know it?
Their brave elder brother, now tormented,
his soul defiled by Abyssal power.
His death they could grieve.
But to see his soul tortured and warped—
only endless fury remained.
"Sensei…"
"Can big brother still return?"
Yingda's fists cracked as she clenched them,
barely restraining her rage.
This damnable Abyss!
Defiling souls was unforgivable.
Whether mortal, adeptus, or god—
all souls were meant to return to the ley lines.
The world would preserve their record.
But Fushir's soul had been barred,
corrupted and imprisoned.
What did that mean…?
"Do not worry."
Taro's voice was calm.
He raised his hands.
"Root — Super Tier — Paradise Manifestation!"
A cerulean magic circle spread from beneath his feet.
The target locked.
Layers of runes spiraled into being.
Chains of order rattled.
There was no cast time, no cooldown, no limit.
Root — Super Tier! Paradise Manifestation, activate!
Hum~
With a soft sound, the scene overturned.
Pure white space descended, enveloping the Chasm's depths.
The twisted pocket of space was no exception.
In the whiteness,
a throne carved with angelic wings emerged.
Upon it sat a figure.
In his left hand, a golden scepter.
And the figure's face was identical to Taro's.
"Got it~"
First time unleashing a Root Super Tier,
Taro instantly understood.
He raised a hand.
"In my name—judgment!"
[Heretics shall be judged.]
[The brave shall be honored.]
[The fearless shall be redeemed.]
(End of Chapter)
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