Chapter 1: Inazuma five hundred years ago! Young Yae Miko!

Teyvat Continent!

Narukami Island! Inazuma City!

Above the eternal paradise ruled by one of the Seven, the city situated on the massive island was exceptionally magnificent.

The intertwined cherry blossom trees brought a touch of warmth to the cool-toned city; perhaps because spring had just arrived, the falling petals still carried a hint of moisture.

If viewed from high above, the well-organized urban planning was flat and perfect, visible at a glance; it must have been the work of a master.

From the bustling commercial street Hanamizaka to the town streets, extending all the way to the Tenryou Commission, which managed public security and Shogunate armaments.

At the very end, overlooking all of this, was the supreme Tenshukaku.

That was the place where the most exceptional and noble being of this world, the Almighty Shogun, resided.

At this moment, the high-roofed pavilion, which should have been silent and majestic, echoed with frivolous laughter that did not match the tone of the place.

Above the pavilion!

Several clean bamboo mats were laid out on the red-wood floor, with black wooden doors carved with intricate patterns on both sides blocking the breeze. They were dotted with golden fluorescent light, and the "Triple Thunder" crest in the center shone brightly, giving a solemn and grand impression.

And in the center, a wide desk made of agarwood pressed down on the bamboo mats, with a man and a woman sitting opposite each other.

"Looking at the time, the Irodori Festival should be ending soon."

The young man, dressed in blue-black finery and possessing a demonic appearance, gazed into the distance at Mount Aocang, which was looming in the clouds, and poured himself a cup of clear sake.

"I didn't expect you to hand over your own duties to your sister; it seems you have become cunning without realizing it, Baal."

As he spoke, he looked at the Seven Archons of the mortal world, the incarnation of this world's majestic thunder, the first Electro Archon—Raiden Makoto!

The Archon's thick, purple-silk-like hair was adorned with wisteria flower ornaments; two strands draped over her shoulders, while the rest was braided, emitting a cold, lonely shimmer like precious metal amidst the complexity.

She wore a well-fitted and simple light purple kimono. The noble line connecting her slender neck and exquisite collarbone was unfortunately quietly hidden by the fabric. The red silk high-waist sash connected the top and bottom, and the front hem of the kimono was quite short, but the wide sleeves embroidered with thunder patterns shrouded her spotless, fair, bare legs in shadow.

Hearing Luo Li felt regret that the Archon had not revealed anything at all; if she were dressed in the tight-fitting attire that highlighted her figure like her sister Raiden Ei, perhaps she would be even more attractive.

Unlike her sister Raiden Ei, who gave the first impression of being slightly dull and inarticulate, Raiden Makoto had a lively and gentle personality and was better at dealing with people. Of course, she also possessed the nobility and oppressive power of a high-ranking official.

"Ah, there is an old saying in Liyue: 'Near vermilion, one gets stained red; near ink, one gets stained black.' It seems that becoming like this is probably the result of being subtly influenced by the people around me."

Makoto stared at him, looking like she was watching the culprit, and then covered the spreading smile at the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

Unfortunately, the corners of her eyes, which were slightly upturned, had already exposed her subtext.

Hearing Luo Li rolled his eyes: "Don't tell me you're blaming me?"

"This body has never named anyone."

After the teasing, Makoto also followed his gaze toward Mount Aocang, whispering with a faint, almost imperceptible sigh.

"There's no other way; after all, there isn't much time left. Sooner or later, I have to hand over how to handle these affairs to Ei, otherwise, when that time comes..."

It wasn't until the soft words faded into the breeze that Hearing Luo Li pretended not to hear and looked out over the entire Inazuma territory, sighing: "Speaking of which, time passes really quickly. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed, and Inazuma has already gone from being desolate to a peaceful land."

While talking to himself, he couldn't help but fall into memories.

Like most people in the same path, Hearing Luo Li was a transmigrator who liked Genshin Impact.

But the difference was that when he first transmigrated, he arrived in Teyvat three thousand years ago, in the ancient Mondstadt where the God of Storms and the Wolf of the North were still fighting for the position of Anemo Archon.

At that time, Archons were rising everywhere in Teyvat, and natural and man-made disasters occurred frequently; it was extremely difficult for mortals to survive.

Fortunately, Hearing Luo Li awakened the Longevity Sign-in System; as long as he lived long enough, he could sign in every year to obtain various talent abilities or items.

After barely surviving the most difficult initial period, he finally had the ability to travel through this mysterious, magnificent, and charming world.

For two thousand five hundred years, he had joined forces with a wisp of the thousand winds to overthrow the rule of the God of Storms, and had also cleared the wilderness together with the Geo Archon.

During this period, he witnessed the Skyfrost Nail falling from the high heavens onto the ancient kingdom of ice and snow, and also watched the decline of the glorious Lawrence clan.

It wasn't until hundreds of years ago that Hearing Luo Li crossed the sea to Inazuma, intending to start a new journey in this beautiful land where cherry blossoms drifted.

And then... he was attracted by the twin sisters of Raiden and chose to stay without hesitation, slowly mixing into the Shogunate.

It was mainly to save many tragedies, not out of covetousness.

"Alright, I just crave their bodies. I'm honest, I deserve praise!"

Silently glancing at Raiden Makoto, Hearing Luo Li calculated how much time was left until the future war of the destruction of Khaenri'ah.

By then, the gentle woman before him would have to turn into the Sacred Sakura to protect Ei and Inazuma, and perish.

Even her acquaintances, Kitsune Saiguu and Mikoshi Chiyo, would die in the aftermath of this disaster, and all of Inazuma would suffer extremely heavy losses.

"What are you thinking about?"

When Hearing Luo Li came back to his senses, he found that Makoto had been looking at him with a probing expression for some time.

"I was thinking about why the Irodori Festival hasn't ended yet; it hasn't taken this long in the past."

Finding an excuse to brush it off, Hearing Luo Li leaned sideways on the soft cushion quite casually, without any of the restraint and respect of meeting a god in person.

Makoto smiled gently, not offended, and said: "After all, it is Ei's first time presiding over the festival herself, so it is inevitable that she is inexperienced and immature. Although she has Saiguu's help, she still needs time to slowly hone herself."

The so-called Irodori Festival was the method of sword forging passed down after the Shogun crossed the sea. After hundreds of years, mortals were finally able to create swords that satisfied the Shogun.

From then on, the Grand Narukami Shrine and the Shogunate established a divine festival, taking the best famous swords in the world and offering them to the Shrine, naming them 【Sacred Swords】.

This was a top-tier event in Inazuma, and every time the sword-offering festival occurred, it was very lively.

Not only Inazuma City, but even the passing Chinju Forest was crowded with people, extending to the destination, Mount Aocang, where the Grand Narukami Shrine was located.

"What you said is also true."

Hearing Luo Li echoed, wanting to continue speaking, but saw the wide sleeves covering Makoto's lower body move suddenly.

The two lowered their eyes almost at the same time.

After only a moment, a fluffy pink-white head quietly poked out from the sleeve, cautiously looking around with a dazed expression.

"Ying ying?"

Perhaps because it had just woken up, its soft little paws pressed against the hem of the clothes, and its lively golden vertical pupils still carried a bit of undissipated confusion.

Immediately after, it met a malicious, teasing gaze from in front of it.

"Oh, finally awake, little thing?" ===== CHAPTER 3 =====