Chapter 1630

"Light, sky, sea, stars, seeds, flowers, birds, hope..."

"These beautiful words are my earliest imagination of my world. I have always used them to tell the story of Wengfaluo Si."

The young Xilian sat on the lawn, quietly writing on a broken stone pillar the book Ru Wo Su Shu.

She wrote of light, of the first ray of dawn shining on the wheat fields of Aolixie; she wrote of sky, of the cotton-candy-soft white fluff; she wrote of sea, that deep blue on the distant horizon; she wrote of stars, hidden at the edge of daylight, Wengfaluo Si's imagination and longing for the universe; she wrote of seeds, of flowers, of the tender shoots breaking through the soil turning into pink roses; she wrote of the white doves soaring past the horizon toward the distance...

Finally, she wrote of hope, of that candle that never goes out in the darkness.

And when she finished writing everything, Xilian solemnly handed the thick Ru Wo Su Shu in her hands to Xing.

"Now, this is the last one, the story about 'tomorrow'..."

"A story dedicated to you."

—

Genshin Impact.

"Don't you think... Obsidian Grandma is very much like Wu Luo Jing Zi?"

"Ah? Shh...!" An apprentice of the Yanmi Zhu quickly made a silencing gesture, "You can't just say that! Why would you have such an idea?"

"Think about it carefully, Obsidian Grandma also has pink hair, and like San Yue Qi and Xilian, she has a certain gradient, the key is! The power Grandma uses is also ice element, and Grandma especially likes to spend decades making a piece of fabric, recording the major events of Yanmi Zhu and even Na Ta's history, don't you think this is also related to 'memory'?"

Saying that, the apprentice raised another finger: "And, the key among keys! Grandma seems to have never said why she lives so long? Although Teyvat is not lacking in long-lived races, but Obsidian Grandma looks human no matter how you look at it!"

"Eh? After you said that, it really seems to be the case, could Obsidian Grandma really be Wu Luo Jing Zi?" Another apprentice nudged his companion with his elbow, "That... why don't you go ask?"

"Hiss... you're courting death! Who dares to disturb Obsidian Grandma?"

"Then who should we go find?"

"Idiot, the most suitable person is right in front of you!" The speaking apprentice waved at a youth in a black cloak tending flower vines not far away, "Oluo Lun, come here quickly! This matter absolutely requires you!"

"Not me? Are you wanting to eat the vegetables I grow?" Oluo Lun heard this, the motion of trimming vines in his hand paused slightly, he turned and asked.

"Vegetables? What vegetables? We want you to help go ask Obsidian Grandma, to see if she is related to Wu Luo Jing Zi."

"Grandma?"

"Exactly, aren't you curious why Obsidian Grandma has such a long lifespan? After our careful speculation, we believe Grandma is very likely related to Wu Luo Jing Zi—even, she might be Wu Luo Jing Zi!"

Oluo Lun tilted his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes: "If that's the case... dear friends, why don't you yourselves go ask Grandma?"

"Oluo Lun, you know! If we go find Obsidian Grandma, we will definitely get a stern scolding!"

"But I would also get scolded." Oluo Lun said honestly, "Last time I accidentally disturbed Grandma while she was reading light novels, I was lectured for half an hour, if my vegetables in the field received the same scolding from Grandma, I'm afraid even the leaves would wither."

"This kind of questioning Grandma's identity, it would probably be more appropriate for Mavuika to personally go ask."

—

"Once I made a wish, waiting for your appearance."

"The faded swing, a book will commemorate it."

"I follow time, picking up the photographs of dreams."

Xiao Wandi had just been born, lying in the rocking chair, his mother gently shaking the bell in her hand, lulling him to sleep. Xiao Na Ke Xia stumbled in learning to walk, swaying as she broke free from her sister's hands, running toward the fluffy earth beast toy in front of her.

On the outdoor lawn, the breeze was gentle. Feng Jin and Xia Die two sisters ran side by side, the spools in their hands continuously releasing long threads, flying colorful kites. And in the classroom, Aglaea was earnestly knitting a sweater, while Sai Feier beside her could no longer resist drowsiness, one hand using a book to block her head, the other nodding off.

As they gradually grew up, on the basketball court Bai E and Wandi left their sweaty figures swinging, in the laboratory Na Ke Xia and Tirixibosius were focused on their own experiments, only the latter's stirring of the large rocket was indeed unstable, accompanied by a "bang" explosion, the laboratory instantly filled with colorful smoke—

And in the night of Aohema, the band formed by Feng Jin, Hai Se Yin, Ke Lü Delala, and Aglaea was performing, bundles of huge fireworks blooming in the night sky, calls and applause surging like waves beneath the stage.

"The fairy tale has not yet come true, yet we need to say goodbye."

At the graduation of the Golden Bloodline Members, Xia Die placed the gifts she had prepared for them on ten stools, as future blessings and commemorations.

And in that book filled with their "future," the Golden Bloodline Members each also possessed their own lives.

Wandi became the chef in charge of the big spoon in the kitchen entwined with fireworks; Xia Die continued her love of writing, becoming a household-name signing author; Na Ke Xia pursued his truth in the laboratory; Feng Jin and Tirixibosius became doctors, gently stroking a small animal in their arms.

Bai E, as he wished, finally became an appraisal expert; Hai Se Yin became a dazzling star on stage through her beautiful voice; Sai Feier swept the field alone on the racetrack; Ke Lü Delala, relying on her petite frame, conquered countless majestic towering mountains, stepping on them beneath her feet.

Xing slowly turned the next page, inside indeed clamped a photo of the Golden Bloodline Members' radiant smiles, and a feather pen continuing to write their future—

"If one day, time blurs the pages."

"Please take my blurred handwriting as a smiling face."

—

MYGO.

"Is this what the Golden Bloodline Members look like in modern times?"

A Yin stared wide-eyed in surprise, this was her first time seeing Aglaea and the others after they shed the halo of demigods, returning to the appearance of mortals, feeling unexpectedly suitable.

"And, Soyorin you also saw, right? Just now Feng Jin, Hai Se Yin, Ke Lü Delala, and Aglaea still formed a band! It's just the flute in Caesar's hand I haven't seen before... a two-pipe flute?" A Yin scratched her head in confusion.