Chapter 91

At the same time!

In the land of Liyue!

Monsters appeared continuously from the Chasm, and one didn't know if these monsters were flowing along the Ley Lines.

The Abyss surged out like a torrent, and the Millelith escorted numerous citizens to evacuate and flee.

And the moment they discovered it, the Qixing immediately sent people to blockade and suppress it, and the Millelith set off to go there immediately.

With the Adepti taking care of things, although the Geo Archon was not there, they could barely keep the monsters out of the safety of the citizens.

Before the expedition, the Millelith and the Yakshas fighting side by side drank fine wine with the "Oath-Sworn Golden Cup."

The moment the generals put on their "General's Helmets" and wore their "Illustrious Feathers," stepping onto the path to fight the twisted creations of the Abyss in the Chasm, they disregarded life and death.

In the bottomless, dim Chasm, numerous heroic soldiers were continuously buried here.

Stained with karmic debt, or affected by the slaughter, the Millelith, to avoid being swallowed by the karma of killing, silently recorded the moments of fighting with the "Bronze Sundial."

The steadfast timepiece driven by the light of the sun and moon could capture light even on days without sun.

Therefore, now that Liyue was threatened by pitch-black malice, this sundial could let the warriors remember the warmth of the day.

They moved with a unified pace and rhythm; when the previous batch of mortal soldiers withdrew, the next batch would replace them, and so they advanced and retreated until the depths of the Chasm.

For the Millelith, dying for the citizens was willing, even if until the end, no one even remembered their names.

But the symbol of the noble sacrifice of their ancestors would be transformed into the "Flower of Merit" and proudly inherited by their descendants.

This spirit of disregarding life and death would likely be deeply branded into the bloodline of the people of Liyue.

Five hundred years later, when descendants took out the golden cup and feather from the Abyss, they would find that even after being buried in the Chasm for so long, they had never shattered or rusted, nor had they been soaked by the pitch-black aura.

And it was not just Liyue that was invaded by monsters; Mondstadt also took action quickly.

The Grand Master, Lion of Light, Arundolyn, commanded the Knights of Favonius to guard Mondstadt, while the Young Wolf, Rostam, led the knights on an expedition.

Compared to other countries, Mondstadt's reaction could be said to be the most rapid.

Due to the long-term loss of the Anemo Archon's guidance, they had long since learned to handle various things themselves, and even facing such a great disaster, they could stabilize the situation.

This lasted until a ferocious and terrifying evil dragon attacked.

It unleashed disaster and brought virulent poison, making the people of Mondstadt terrified.

Finally, Dvalin, the Dragon of the East, one of the Four Winds, could not ignore the miserable deaths of the citizens under his protection and immediately applied to go to battle.

Subsequently, two giant dragons flew across the high heavens, fighting each other.

The only thing that Dvalin found strange was that the attacking dragon didn't seem to want to slaughter him; most of the time it was running away, trying to use dragon roars to convey that it had no malice.

Unfortunately, Durin couldn't speak, and unable to communicate, it was finally bitten in the throat by Dvalin, falling with a sorrowful long roar into the land of cold sky that would later be known as Dragonspine.

Its mother told it that it should go to a beautiful place and play happily with friendly people.

But gazing at the ice and snow, feeling its body temperature gradually cooling and its vision darkening, Durin was full of confusion in its heart.

Why was what its mother said completely different from what it experienced?

Unfortunately, at this moment, there was no one left to tell it the answer; watching the beautiful blue dragon fly toward the sky with the momentum of victory, Durin's only regret at this moment was not having made friends with it.

As ice and snow gradually covered the dragon's corpse, the blood flowing from the wound seeped into the earth.

The ancient tree that had been dead for many years beside the corpse vaguely gave birth to the aura of life after absorbing the evil dragon's blood.

Although that aura was extremely faint, it was almost impossible to detect if one didn't observe carefully.