Chapter 240: Good Fortune Comes

Rock, the Six Harmonies draws as its bone.

In the four directions—east, south, west, north—all lands and regions where stone exists resonate; every thing upon this earth appears within Zhongli's mind.

Blue jade bi greets heaven, yellow jade cong greets earth, green jade gui greets the east, red jade zhang greets the south, white jade hu greets the west, black jade huang greets the north.

"Jin Yu, I offer to heaven, earth, and the four directions!"

The earth responds.

Golden waves roared toward Zhongli; the inert divine qi of This World, guided by Zhongli, became active, rising from mountains, dense forests, flowers and grass, rivers.

These qi coalesced into runes that fell from the sky, dispelling malice and nourishing the earth.

Beneath the Fulong Tree.

A tall figure in white robes walked through layer upon layer of seals, gazing at the tail within the Rock Spine Array, which resembled a golden tree, and softly called:

"Yotuo, it is time to awaken."

The Rock Spine shattered abruptly, dissolving into countless specks of light that converged beneath the earth.

The South Heaven Gate shook violently, as if a wicked dragon roared, or heroic spirits sang a war song; two utterly distinct voices surged from the earth veins, echoing across all of Liyue.

The Tanyu Stone reveals the eight directions.

Brilliant as celestial stars, unmatched in all directions.

Heaven moves, myriad forms shift; mountains and seas take shape.

Stars sprout from wastelands, radiant as blazing suns.

The bright moon falls upon branches; the South Heaven Dragon roars.

The brilliant sun flashes for an instant—the rock heart remains unmoved.

Complex, sharp branches crookedly burst from the ground; elemental forces of ice, fire, lightning, and water spread outward, yet not a single leaf or fruit adorned the branches.

Only the resonance of rock sounded like weeping, a cry of grief and outrage echoing between the branches.

Within the ancient voice lay longing, resentment, and confusion.

"Morax!!!"

The capital of Fontaine.

The Doctor's adolescent clone stared in shock as the demon remnants he had collected were purified by runes piercing through barriers—no method could stop it.

"No!"

"Stop! You cannot do this!"

"My life's work! My research samples! Stop!!!"

Unlike his mature self's cold rationality, his adolescent self was far more emotional; the disappearance of the demon remnants meant his research would be forcibly terminated.

Like sunlight striking snow—this was an unchangeable natural law; the demon remnants melted away bit by bit.

Inside a palace forged of extreme ice, the Ice Queen sat upon Wang Zuo; winter remained the unchanging landscape in her eyes as she silently watched the sky change.

Within her perception, the earth regained calm; her authority could once again cover this land.

What had just occurred was no illusion; for that brief moment, the land beneath her feet did not belong to her—without even stepping onto the soil of Toa, he had seized control of the earth within her domain.

"Is this why you so easily abandoned the Divine Core?"

Unable to oppose. Unable to shake.

She closed her eyes, refusing the request for audience from the Fatui Executives, and merely informed them of one name—

"Morax."

Fontaine

In the courtroom of judgment, the Water God Fukalos's mood was disrupted by this sudden turn of events.

She clenched her fist, her azure eyes fixed on the direction of Liyue.

That aura and power declared its identity to them, fellow gods.

Has another name been added to the list of those beyond judgment—besides Tianli?

"Morax."

Even after the phenomenon vanished, Fukalos never moved her gaze from that direction.

She, who craved to judge the gods, found tonight's events abrupt and incomprehensible: why would the fallen Rock God manifest such power, and why had he ceased hiding?

On a hillside in Di Hua Isle.

Mondstadt's former Wind God, now a drunken poet—Wendy.

He had just guided a confused Fontaine musician toward Liyue, originally planning to sneak behind the musician and siphon the fine wine offered at his shrine, then visit Liyue to witness the Lantern Rite's bustle—but when passing through Di Hua Isle, he witnessed this scene.

A golden light piercing the heavens and connecting earth resonated with the land; ripples radiated outward from Di Hua Isle, and countless runes fell like rain, merging into the soil like spring showers nourishing all things.

This power surpassed even the most terrifying form of Morax he had ever witnessed.

"This is ridiculous—old man, are you trying to unify Teyvat?" Wendy shivered, joking: "As Wind God, I suggest Mondstadt raise Bai Qi and surrender."

"After tonight, Mondstadt belongs to Liyue."

"By the way, if I'm the first to surrender, will I get unlimited wine?"

Though Wendy spoke these words, his eyes held seriousness unlike his usual carefree gaze.

He did not know how long Morax had prepared for this day—if the current Morax was preparing to wage war, it would not be against any nation nor any of the Seven Gods.

"Are you preparing to awaken Tianli?"

Wendy felt tense, for he did not know what Morax, in this state of power, would do next—or what the future held.

Glug glug glug.

Wendy lifted a bottle of fine wine and poured it down his throat to calm his nerves.

Drink more, and nothing else matters—get drunk, wake up tomorrow, and deal with what comes next—if things turn bad.

Then have a little more to drink.

"Huh?"

After purifying the remaining demonic remnants of the world, the world-renowned light gradually faded, dimming slowly.

Slowly, the earth fell still; apart from some frightened birds and beasts sprinting through the reed marshes, only the night sky—now utterly clear of mist, stripped bare by the unleashed power—could prove what had just occurred.

"That's it? Is it really over?" Wendu felt he might have overthought things—why did he feel both relieved and slightly disappointed? "Ah~~ Good, good, harmony is precious."

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

At a time like this, a drink is even more necessary to celebrate.

"Burp~" Wendu belched, deciding he'd visit a tavern in Liyue tomorrow for a second drink—using the excuse of celebrating Morax's ascension over Teyvat or the Rock King Emperor's resurrection.

He glanced at the Yaksha removing karmic obstructions, then swayed and vanished with the wind.

The karmic force within him gradually dissipated; Xiao's spiritual platform grew clear, and for the first time in countless years, a sense of "purity" returned—those voices and scenes of slaughter no longer surfaced.

"It's over," Zhongli's warm, resonant voice sounded. He retracted his right hand, turned his back, and faced toward the "Southern Heavenly Gate," whispering softly: "All these years, you've endured much."

For Zhongli, karmic obstructions were originally nearly impossible to remove—this force, fused with flesh and soul and entangled in cause and effect, was harder to shake off than even the most stubborn plaster.

But misfortune brought fortune: previously, in Kleine's world, he had become the "First Resuscitated Vessel." Under the protection of the chat group's consciousness, he had clearly sensed an even more terrifying corruption—a powerful force that twisted and rotted the self into an entirely different form.

Compared to that primordial corruption, the demonic remnants of this world were merely troublesome little spirits at best.

Precisely because he had once been corroded by deeper contamination, Zhongli understood the secret to fighting against a twisted self, resisting the corruption of thought and body.

"Emperor…" Xiao immediately moved to kneel, but a gentle force lifted him up; when he raised his head again, Zhongli's figure had already vanished.

"Rest well these next few days," Zhongli's voice echoed through the reed marshes.

Xiao staggered to his feet, looking around; tonight's Dihua Isle felt less sorrowful, more warmed by the breeze.

"In three days."

The first group of "Jiuzhou No. 1 Group" members, who had only yesterday gathered at Song Shuhang's home to learn the situation, passed through a red "Arbitrary Gate" that looked like a joke, stepping one by one from the villa's interior into another world.

Wave after wave of people lined up orderly, walking from the small courtyard into the villa's interior.

King Dou Dou held a loudspeaker and announced on the first-floor corridor:

"Woof! Don't wander after entering, don't pick flowers, don't catch Kuangdao Sanlang's disease."

"If you meet a chubby child, don't provoke him, don't touch his head—he's an Immortal of the Tribulation realm."

"Everyone, wait in the beginner zone for assembly; a beginner tutorial will follow shortly."

"Lastly, let's all thank our great Master Shuhang for this opportunity! Woof!"

Song Shuhang snatched the loudspeaker and said:

"That last line is unnecessary! Elders, don't take it seriously!"

"Elder Kuang Dao Sanlang, please stop repeatedly jumping in and out of the teleportation spell—there are elders waiting behind you."

Both familiar and unfamiliar elders smiled kindly at Song Shuhang, finding the banter between King Dou Dou and Song Shuhang entertaining during their wait.

Then they all turned toward the giant monkey ahead, who kept jumping in and out of the portal, some of them drawing weapons with murderous intent.

Beihe Sanren wasn't in a hurry—he hadn't queued at all; since he'd get in eventually anyway, why not wait until everyone else had gone in?

He sat calmly at a nearby table, sipping tea slowly.

Kuang Dao Sanlang poked his head out of the teleportation gate and laughed: "Hahaha, sorry, young Shuhang, I—Puh—Aaaah!!"

Su Shi Aqi retracted his smoking left foot, exhaled deeply, and said: "Mind unblocked!"

Song Shuhang wiped the sweat from his forehead—Aqi's kick had even produced a sonic boom.

"You're here too, Elder Aqi, Elder A sixteen." Song Shuhang greeted them.

Su Shi A sixteen nodded, her sweet face pale; she smiled brightly: "Thank you, Shuhang."

Song Shuhang grinned: "No need to be formal with me."

After all, you're my future child's mother.

Song Shuhang suddenly blushed—he was thinking nonsense again; nothing was even settled yet.

King Dou Dou chimed in: "Exactly, why be formal? We're all family."

Huangshan Zhenjun immediately cut off the spell, clamped his hand over King Dou Dou's mouth, and applied a physical gag; he cleared his throat: "Cough—carry on. I'll take Dou Dou in first."

But above King Dou Dou's head, several characters floated up—the spell Bai Qian had given Song Shuhang to broadcast the chat group's logs.

【Huangshan Da Sha let me go! Lizi Jie, Huangshan Da Sha is bullying me, wu wu wu wu wu!】

Lady Lizhi called from behind: "You Huangshan, bullying little Dou Dou again!"

Huangshan Zhenjun chose silence—wise men pretend deafness in such moments.

He truly dared not let Dou Dou keep troubling young Shuhang; yesterday he'd quietly asked Song Shuhang his opinion of Bai Zunzhe, and the man had immediately looked embarrassed.

For young Shuhang's mental health, this kind of thing must not be messed with by Dou Dou!

Huangshan Zhenjun didn't know that Song Shuhang's embarrassment came from already knowing why Huangshan Zhenjun had asked that question—how could it not be awkward?

"A ten."

Song Shuhang nodded: "Sure."

"Tsk tsk." A sound suddenly came from the queue.

Hum—!

The two realized it and instantly turned bright red.

"Su Shi A ten."

A woman in jeans from the back of the line asked: "Beihe, how much is the gift money?"

Beihe Sanren, who had been smirking at the young lovers' drama, frowned: "Copper divination?"

Their exchange made A sixteen quicken her pace, hurrying into the portal with Aqi.

At this moment, Yu Rouzi and Ling Die Zunzhe arrived.

"Song Qianbei~~." Yu Rouzi waved her small hand and called out.

Song Shuhang was about to respond when he noticed Ling Die Zunzhe behind Yu Rouzi, her eyes half-lidded in a manga-style squint, a flicker of cold light flashing through the narrow slit.

Gulu

Song Shuhang swallowed his saliva, and upon looking again, the woman's expression was in fact warm and amiable.

"Hello, Yu Rouzi," Song Shuhang smiled. "Long time no see."

A perfectly standard and normal polite greeting.

Ling Die Zunzhe nodded in satisfaction.

At that moment, a three-dimensional comment floated past the queue of people.

【Yu Rouzi! Face your inner self!!! Shuhang, I can only help you this far! This is my last—】

The text abruptly ended, as King Dou Dou had already been pulled into the portal by Huang Shan Zhenjun, heading toward Shuijing Feng.

"King Dou Dou! I'm really going to kill you!!!! Even Huang Shan Qianbei can't save you!!!!"

Song Shuhang froze completely, even faint lines of Araki-style expression appeared on his face.

Yu Rouzi agreed: "King Dou Dou is right. I must face my inner self, Song Qianbei."

Ling Die Zunzhe slightly opened her eyes.

"I'm taking first place in this test's points!" Yu Rouzi clenched her fist and cheered.

Ling Die Zunzhe patted Song Shuhang and said: "Young Shuhang, you've only just entered cultivation. Here is a technique I can teach you—it's perfect for cultivators with insufficient primordial qi. This way, when you ascend to Second Rank, crossing the Dragon Gate will be easier."

"Huh?" Song Shuhang blinked, then thanked: "Thank you, Ling Die Zunzhe, but I'm already Second Rank."

"Pfft!" Beihe Sanren, who had been sipping tea with his head lowered, spat out his tea upon glancing at Song Shuhang.

Young Shuhang has only been in the Cultivation Realm for about a month?! What kind of cheat is this?!

Beside him, Bai Zunzhe smiled. This speed was still a side effect of Song Shuhang traveling to other worlds; otherwise, by this time next year, he'd already be the Dao.

It's fine. He can build more foundation out there. When his strength runs low, he can return and rest for a few months before going out again.

Across the myriad worlds, Song Shuhang is truly one of a kind.

Once everyone ahead of him had entered the portal, Song Shuhang picked up a sack from the ground and walked toward the portal.

Beihe Sanren, curious, asked: "Is that your enemy inside?"

He had briefly scanned Song Shuhang's realm and happened to detect a sleeping person inside the sack.

"No," Song Shuhang shook his head. "Inside is my closest friend."

"." Beihe Sanren paused his step. Clearly, the person inside had been drugged and hadn't woken up. He could only conclude that today's youth were truly inventive.

As Song Shuhang passed through the portal to Shuijing Feng, he found the area ahead packed with people—apparently, the seniors had all entered and remained standing in place without dispersing.

'Have the seniors not moved since entering? This is way too crowded. Actually, as long as no one wanders around, it's fine.'

As Song Shuhang spoke, the sack slipped from his hands and thudded to the ground. He, too, froze in place like the seniors.

Above, purple qi flowed from the east, vast and sweeping toward the horizon.

The dark yellow sank low; purple qi condensed. Words of morality formed into characters, silent yet arranged across the sky, filled with profound mystery.

Thousands of golden lotuses bloomed in the nearby void; across Shuijing Feng—whether lake, wilderness, or the long steps leading to Wangshu Pavilion—golden lotuses surged forth.

Clouds of auspicious radiance floated, brilliant rays of auspicious light blazed, and golden rain fell like needle-thin drops.

Instantly, the qi of Shuijing Feng transformed. The mountain adjusted along the celestial and terrestrial energy veins, becoming even more exquisite, exuding auspicious clouds, and gushing spiritual springs.

"Bai Ze?" the master of Qisheng Fu exclaimed, pointing to a spot.

Its head resembled a lion or a dragon, with goat-like whiskers, sharp claws, and a tail like a fox's—thick and bushy.

"Correct, it's Bai Ze!" the master of Xuelang Cave nodded, holding his pup.

"Is that a Qilin over there?!" Kuang Dao Sanlang stood at the front of the line, seeing different auspicious beasts on other floating islands surrounding this one.

Yu Rouzi raised her phone to take photos, saying to Ling Die Zunzhe: "Father, look! There's a Nine-Colored Deer over there too!"

The seniors of Jiuzhou Group One eagerly admired the scenery and rare beasts around them, marveling that this was indeed the true world created by the Immortal of Tribulation, resembling the immortal realm of a literary masterpiece.

As people conversed, a thousand-zhang green dragon spiraled upward from beneath the floating island, while a phoenix rose from below the cloud sea to interact with the dragon—a magnificent sight of dragon and phoenix in harmony.

Though they marveled, Song Shuhang was utterly baffled—he remembered leaving this world barely a day ago. How had Shuijing Feng changed so completely?

Did Su Lin Qianbei bring all these immortal beasts here?

Bai Zunzhe leaned close to examine a Qilin, then whispered to Song Shuhang: "These immortal beasts seem devoid of consciousness—like living beings, yet unreal."

"Heaven above!" someone cried out.

Everyone turned toward the voice—and their gazes locked in place.

Suddenly, the air above shifted. Layer upon layer of misty vapor appeared, as if thirty-three distinct heavens floated, hazy yet radiating pure light, with pavilions and halls towering, exuding an ethereal, supreme aura.

In an instant, countless rays of light burst forth. Twelve colossal golden lotuses slowly descended from the sky, hovering above Wangshu Pavilion.

An ancient Daoic resonance, accompanied by the tolling of bells, emanated from within Wangshu Pavilion.

Dong—

Dong—

Dong—

After three rhythmic bell tolls, countless white light points converged, forming a six-winged figure.

A classical white robe draped over him; six wings, composed purely of light, fluttered gently. His features were sharply defined, like a sculpted work of art.

"Bai He! Your relative!" Kuang Dao Sanlang suddenly shouted into the crowd of Jiuzhou Group One: "Bai He, where are you? Is that your elder?!"

Beside Huang Shan Zhenjun, a figure with six wings, angelically beautiful, enveloped in "holy light," twitched his lips: "Shut your mouth!"

Doesn't this guy sense the aura radiating from him?! Crushing them would be as easy as squashing a bug!

'But… could he really be some relative?!' Bai He Zhenjun couldn't help thinking.

Their clan had always thrived in the West, but most members remained disconnected, since they didn't need to marry within their own kind.

Their species' reproduction is also peculiar: only after forming a special contract, akin to a marriage vow, with their one true love, do they evolve a gender corresponding to that lover's.

Whether the partner is human or demon makes no difference—any child born will inherit their race's power.

The six-winged man, suspected to be a 'relative,' stood with his back to the crowd, when another door, dozens of zhang wide, appeared in the sky, adorned with intricate patterns and mysterious script.

The door swung outward, and dozens of angels, each with dual wings and clad in crimson armor, stepped forth.

The members of Jiuzhou Group One glanced at Bai Qian; seeing he remained calm and even intrigued, they made no extra preparations.

They continued gazing upward: the dozens of 'angels' stood in three rows in midair, while the six-winged man spread his arms, fingers wide, palms facing downward, as if preparing for some action.

Song Shuhang widened his eyes, and suddenly, he saw two ouroboros silhouettes appear on Wangshu atop the mountain.

At that very moment, he suddenly swept his hand—and a thunderous sound erupted!

"Good luck comes, may good luck come to you,

Good luck brings joy and love,

Good luck comes, we welcome good luck,

Embracing good luck, prosperity flourishes across the four seas."

It was a choir?!?!

Everyone stood frozen, as if petrified by a spell; the song "Good Luck Comes" mixed with sacred, mystical background music pierced their ears, carrying both divine blessings and auspicious, soul-soothing Dao tones.

'Master Su Lin, what are you doing?!' Song Shuhang frantically scratched his head, screaming inwardly.

All trace of the mysterious Immortal's aura is gone!!!

End of Chapter