Liyue Chronicles

Phoenix and Morax were walking on the streets of Liyue Port as humans.

"Please give me two candied haws, the biggest one." Phoenix rolled up his sleeves, took the candied haws handed to him by the roadside vendor, and handed it to his friends who were traveling with him naturally.

"Mo...Zhongli, you must try this." The god from a foreign country happily shared his favorite food, even if its taste was not a secret to the Rock God.

All he cares about is sharing food with friends.

"The sugar coating is sweet but not greasy, the hawthorn is sweet but not astringent, and the sour taste is added to it. It is quite appetizing, not bad." The guest at the Palace of Life held a candied haws that was completely inconsistent with his temperament and commented seriously.

Phoenix, on the other hand, ate the candied haws in two bites and headed into the shop selling ice powder.

"A bowl of brown sugar ice powder!"

The god, blinded by the delicious food, completely failed to notice the pedestrians who were attracted and tripped by him along the way.

As a god, Phoenix certainly looks good. His long, fluffy crimson hair is braided on his shoulders, with fresh green branches interspersed between his hair.

The red eyes are bright and passionate, and the ends of the eyes are raised, bringing out a flash of red. Although they are both young, Phoenix is ​​much sharper than Barbatos in terms of aura and demeanor.

This is probably one of the reasons why the people of Nata are willing to weave flower crowns for their gods. They always hope that more people can see the warm and gentle side of their gods under their sharp appearance.

Fortunately, reliable priests will always help their gods take care of everything and choose the most suitable one among the many flower crowns sent by the people.

A red-haired boy wearing a white robe walked barefoot on the streets of Liyue Port. The clean and soft white robe, gorgeous gold ornaments, and exquisite fire-patterned edges all had an obvious exotic feel.

However, even the boldest daughters in Liyue Port would not approach him rashly. Subconsciously, they were unwilling to associate anything related to love with the boy.

Just like they would never associate Lord Yan with love.

Gold house.

"I didn't expect to still have it." Phoenix took the familiar half-severed sword handed to him by the God of Rock, and held it up in front of him, his eyes full of nostalgia.

The great sword that was originally as tall as a person is now no more than an arm's length. The blade that once killed the evil beasts of the abyss is pitted and pitted. The smooth section seems to be imbued with the enemy's souls. The remnants of the inscriptions are faintly visible on the scratched sword.

"Just keep this in mind." Morax said calmly.

He did not mention the repair. This weapon was just made of ordinary white iron. Even after decades of hard work by Natta craftsmen, there was no denying that it was just made of ordinary iron.

Phoenix turned his head, put his ear close to the sword, and lowered his voice. The low voice seemed like the wind blowing through the gravel, carrying the smell of liquor and bonfire.

"Have you heard, Morax, they are calling Yu, Yu is their god, Yu must bring them back."

The eyes of the God of Fire were incredibly bright, and in a trance, it seemed as if he saw the blazing sun.

"Phoenix, calm down." The God of Rock couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Huh... Hahahahahaha, you must be scared!" The God of Fire exhaled and laughed so loudly that he was out of breath.

Morax: The fist is hard.

Phoenix put away the broken sword, lowered his eyes, suppressed his smile, and said, "But thank you anyway, otherwise I would have to take a shovel and dig three feet into the ground."

"Just to avoid this." God of Rocks Sighed.

This guy said he dug three feet into the ground, so it must be three feet, the kind that dug all over Liyue.

The Demon God of Fire is also the God of War. The Demon God who was born less than a century ago naturally advocates force and blood. He kills the monsters with irresistible power and takes back the tribes in the wasteland who are still drinking blood.

He distributed his power to his people and led them to open up oases and build city-states. The people stood under the high platform and fanatically worshiped their gods.

The Demon God of Dreams sneered at this, but the magnificent red eyes of the Demon God of Fire flashed before her eyes from time to time, and they would definitely be a beautiful collection.

Knowing that she could not win, she yearned for power, so she was extremely jealous and even resentful.

She frantically wanted to tie the wild beast to a collar, and use the dreams that once brought peace to her people to turn into a cage. She tried to wear away the ferocity of the beast, make him sink, and make him crawl under the throne and become a Her sharpest knife.

So she seized the people of the Fire Demon who were traveling from Nata to Mondstadt, and happily celebrated the arrival of her new toy.

When the young and arrogant god heard the news, facing the explicit rhetoric in the letter, he just raised his sword and broke into the territory of the Demon God of Dreams.

The Demon God of Dreams is indeed very strong. It is winter, and the extreme cold has suppressed the Demon God of Fire's power to a great extent. However, the young red-haired Demon God does not seem to understand fear, even though he is scarred and dying.

As long as he can still hold the weapon, as long as his heart has not stopped beating, the Fire Demon God's resistance and fighting will not stop.

The young demon god enjoyed the intense emotions brought about by the impending death. His blood was boiling and his soul was trembling. He could barely control the upward curve of the corners of his mouth. The biting cold wind rushed into his throat and turned into a joyful laughter.

The Demon of Dreams sighed with satisfaction: How beautiful this is.

That red figure is a red flame flower that grows and blooms in the lifeless wasteland. It is absolutely powerful and absolutely beautiful.

He squandered his power as if he wanted to burn himself together, and the blood dripping down was burned before it even hit the ground. The people of Nata stood by the water, braving the heat wave and cold current, and cheered heartbreakingly for their god.

The steaming water vapor covered the blood of the killing, and the swimming fish, white snakes, and wild beasts were unable to fight.

He has been suppressing it for too long. The power of the devil is too strong, especially for humans. The people crave stability. They do not need excessively high temperatures, which will sunburn their skin and wilt their food.

Therefore, facing the eyes of his people, the Demon God always restrained himself habitually. He just sat quietly on the throne and watched over his people.

Like a shepherd watching over his lambs.

After the death of the Demon God of Dreams, no short-sighted demon god would ever provoke Nata. After all, they had a powerful and protective god.

"Do you have any plans next?" God of Rock asked.

Phoenix twirled the ring on his right index finger. This was a small movement when he was thinking: "Next, I want to go to Teyvat."

"If you want to travel to Teyvat, I think now is the time." Morax Naturally, I started to help plan the travel strategy.

In the past gatherings of the seven rulers of the world, the God of Fire, who was isolated from other countries, always arrived in Liyue early, and the God of Rock found this foreign god more than once at a stall selling rattles or kites.

The other rulers also tacitly brought special products from their own countries every time.

"I thought you would persuade me to go back to Nata." Phoenix raised his eyebrows and said oh.

Morax was silent for a while and sighed, "Didn't you prepare this a long time ago?"

"I really can't hide it from you." Phoenix shrugged and said lazily.

More than a hundred years before the Battle of Camrea, Phoenix spent all his energy exploring the earth's veins. Perhaps at that time, he foresaw his destiny.

That was his handpicked successor.

The golden soul found in the earth's veins was resurrected by the final power of the Heart of God, and came from outside the world, an existence named Wuliang Tajiko.