Genshin Impact: I, Heavenly Principle, Will Make Teyvat Supreme

In Bronya's perception, the moment the Aeon of Hope placed a hand on her head, her consciousness had already left her body.

She beheld countless wonders of the universe.

Strangely, even though her consciousness seemed separate from her body, she could still feel the boundless power flowing from that Path—and she could wield it with her own ability.

At the same time, she gained fragments of fundamental knowledge about the universe, and about this world—or rather, this planet. She now understood why the land beneath her feet had become what it was.

A Stellaron had fallen from the sky onto this planet.

The Stellaron—the cancer of all worlds. Any world visited by one is doomed to perish.

Originally, this Stellaron had not unleashed its power to freeze the planet. But then the Antimatter Legion descended, annihilating the planet's civilization.

In that desperate moment, the Stellaron was artificially stimulated, causing it to freeze the entire planet—taking the Antimatter Legion down with it.

Once the Stellaron erupted, the world's death was inevitable. Even the will of Destruction withdrew.

The cold tide swept over the planet, and the last strength of civilization forged Belobog—the final flame of life.

But forcibly activating the Stellaron carried a price.

Every generation of Supreme Guardian would be eroded by it, never meeting a peaceful end.

If their will faltered before the Stellaron's temptation, they would become its puppet.

"Prove it to me, my Emanator. The next time I glimpse you, I hope you'll satisfy me."

When Bronya returned to herself, the Aeon of Hope was gone—leaving only those words in her ears.

She clasped her hands to her chest, heart pounding.

Now she understood what it meant to meet an Aeon.

Those granted such an audience were blessed with power—becoming that Aeon's Emanator.

"I will not disappoint you. All for eternal hope."

As the black-and-white world regained its colors after Noah's departure, Bronya looked at her mother, still stern as ever, biting her lip in turmoil.

The power of Hope was immense—more so now that she had become an Emanator.

She could now see clearly what she never had before.

Reflected in her pupils, her mother was already so far gone to the Stellaron's corruption she was on the verge of becoming a Fragmentum. Even her soul and will were close to collapse.

"Mother… you're about to become a Fragmentum."

Cocolia stared back at her daughter, startled by the aura that now made her both fear and want to draw closer. Hearing Bronya's words, her face shifted—but she maintained a facade of severity.

"Bronya, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Seeing her mother pretend, Bronya said nothing—only slowly raised her hand.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I won't let the Stellaron control you."

Hum…

A pale golden radiance instantly lit the entire office.

Not only that, but the golden light spread throughout Qlipoth Fort, forming an aurora.

The sight shocked all of Belobog's residents.

"What's happening?"

"What's going on at Qlipoth Fort?!"

"Huh? What are those lights?"

The Silvermane Guards reacted quickly, rushing into the fort.

…

In the depths of space, Noah walked through the cold void, holding a walnut-sized orb of searing dark-gold light suffused with high-dimensional energy.

From it streamed fluid light, flowing outward in constant bursts.

The energy was so intense it warped the space around it into a dimensional spacetime.

"A Stellaron…"

"So-called Stellarons are merely fragments of the Holy Body and lingering philosophical concepts left behind by a slain Aeon."

An Aeon, such a philosophical deity, when its Holy Body and Path are torn apart, leaves behind a chaotic fusion of Path fragments, remnants of its divine body, lingering will, and more.

It's akin to the remnant will of Teyvat's gods from ages past, but on a level far higher.

And a Stellaron isn't the remnant of just one Aeon—it's the amalgamation of all Aeons who have died.

Gazing at the Stellaron in his hand, Noah discerned the residual powers of Permanence, Trailblaze, and Order… all except Propagation.

Tayzzyronth, in the Swarm Disaster, had not only been slain by three crushing blows from Qlipoth, but their Holy Body had been torn into billions of fragments, each encased in amber and scattered throughout the cosmos.

"So Terminus's plan to change the fate of the universe involves collecting the residual powers of dead Aeons to create new ones—to turn the clock hand at the universe's end?"

This Stellaron's role must be exactly that.

To artificially create Aeons—and frankly, it might just be possible.

"Heh, speaking of which, I'm also in the business of creating Aeons. But my methods outshine the native Aeons' by far."

With that, he casually crushed the Stellaron. Its power unraveled and, in an instant, flowed back into the Paths to which it rightfully belonged.

"Beauty, Order, Propagation, Permanence—still without hosts… but not for long."

"Let's just let the bullet fly a little longer."

Noah's figure gradually dimmed, his very existence bypassing the philosophical dimension, vanishing entirely from the universe.

He did not take the Path of Hope with him; instead, he set conditions for it to run autonomously.

He departed the Star Rail Universe, returning to the Teyvat Universe.

Next, he would prepare for the Abyssal Deluge.

But there was no rush—

After all, the Teyvat Universe was currently hosting a grand Cosmology Gift Game.

Only after that would the violent invasion of the Star Rail Universe begin.

…

Once Noah left the Star Rail Universe, the butterfly effect began to spin wildly, unraveling all preordained fates.

Xianzhou Luofu—

At the Divination Commission, a pink-and-purple twin-tailed girl was using the Matrix of Prescience supercomputer to calculate the future of the Xianzhou Luofu.

Her expression froze in shock.

"What is this? I only fed in data on some members of the Genius Society, and the result is… Great Misfortune?!"

"No… this is too important! I must simulate another thousand times!"

"Not just the Genius Society—feed in data for every faction!"

With each calculation, cold sweat poured down her cheeks.

No matter how she simulated it, the final omen was always the same: Great Misfortune.

Not only for the Xianzhou Luofu—calculations for other Xianzhou fleets yielded the same result.

At first, she thought this meant a catastrophe was coming for the Xianzhou Alliance.

But running the calculations for other powers also returned Great Misfortune.

Interastral Peace Corporation, the Family, the Genius Society…

Every single faction: Great Misfortune.

She thought the Matrix of Prescience might be broken.

But when she simulated other, unrelated matters, it still gave accurate, varied results.

"This… could this be a universe-spanning disaster, like the Swarm Disaster?"

Cold sweat instantly drenched Fu Xuan's clothes.

No matter which major power in the universe she calculated, the result was always Great Misfortune. These forces covered nearly two-thirds of the cosmos.

Something with such a vast scope—besides the Swarm Disaster of old—she truly couldn't think of what else it might be.

Surely it couldn't be that the recent birth of the Aeon of Hope had triggered a cosmic cataclysm?

According to the Path, an Aeon named Hope would not likely be a disaster deity like the Aeons of Destruction and Abundance, but rather a benevolent one, akin to the Path of Preservation—erecting walls for the sake of civilization's survival.

Besides, in recent times, even soldiers of the Cloud Knights had stepped onto the Path of Hope. Its merciful and redemptive power could ease Mara and save countless lives. How could such a power be that of a disaster god? It simply didn't fit.

"Even if I can't detect exactly what will happen, something this important must be reported to the General immediately. If I've calculated it, other Xianzhou must have as well."

Fu Xuan didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from her forehead before hurriedly shutting down the Matrix of Prescience.

Stepping out of the Divination Commission, she made for the Seat of Divine Foresight. She hadn't even reached the teleport array when a familiar sound reached her ears.

Clatter clatter~

"Hahaha~ Hu! Pay up, pay up, quickly now! This humble dealer doesn't do credit!"

"Ugh, how is my luck so bad today? Six losses in a row—I'm about to lose a decade's salary!"

"Hehe, well, don't you know what I do for a living? I calculated my fortune today—where to play, and which seat to take."

"See here—little green dragon on my left, fangbeast on my right, great green pine at my back. That's fortune coming from all eight directions!"

"But this only works for me. You won't get the same effect sitting here."

A young woman in teal diviner's robes, light-brown hair tied into low twin-tails with little braids at her temples, patted her chest as she bragged with a smug grin.

She kept rubbing her fingers at her companions, urging them to pay up.

One look at her practiced mannerisms and you knew she was a seasoned gambler.

"So this is why you were so eager to get a game going first thing in the morning, Qingque—you came prepared."

"Exactly. Too sly. Looks like the three of us are doomed to keep losing."

"Then what's the point? Forget it, I'm out."

"Hey now, one's character at the table reflects one's character in life. How can you quit halfway? Let's start the next round!"

"Fine, fine, I'll even switch seats with you."

Seeing her three companions suddenly quit, Qingque scrambled to smooth things over, cursing herself for blabbing.

Ah well—Qingque was nothing if not straightforward. She couldn't lie to save her life.

"…"

Just then, she noticed their expressions freeze, as though they'd seen something dreadful.

"What? Why the ghostly looks? This isn't the Ten-Lords Commission—there aren't any ghosts here."

But the three kept jerking their chins toward her.

"No way… there isn't really a ghost, is there? Don't scare me."

A chill prickled her skin. She could feel a terrifying gaze on her.

Her neck stiffened as she began to turn—only for a sudden barked rebuke to make her hair stand on end.

"Qingque! Didn't you tell this seat you had three friends begging for your help, and you couldn't refuse, so you asked for leave?"

"This is the 'urgent matter' you couldn't refuse?"

Qingque froze, forcing a stiff smile as she turned like a puppet.

"M-Master… Master Diviner… D-didn't you… didn't you have to spend the whole day running the Qiongguan Array? How… how are you here?"

By the end, she deflated completely, looking like a grade-schooler caught misbehaving by her teacher.

Crap, crap… she'd clearly checked the Master Diviner's schedule earlier—why wasn't the Master Diviner following it today?

Getting caught slacking like this… there would be no sweet ending for her.

"Hmph! I let up for just a moment, and you immediately toss aside your duties to slack off. Tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?"

Fu Xuan was fuming. Qingque's talent was exceptional, yet she spent all day loafing around. She only worked seriously when Fu Xuan was watching. The moment she turned her back, Qingque was slacking again.

When Fu Xuan eventually became Luofu's General, how could she possibly entrust the Divination Commission to someone like this?

Qingque bowed her head, admitting fault without hesitation. "Master Diviner, whatever you say is right. I admit it."

After all, rank crushes all—and this was the Master Diviner. If she dared to argue back, she'd be punished with book-copying duty.

Fu Xuan's punishments were like those for naughty children. And if she had to spend her time copying texts, where would she find time to slack off?

Better to be scolded than punished. A scolding cost nothing, but punishment was a real loss.

"You… you…!"

Fu Xuan pointed at her, nearly injuring herself from holding it in. With that slippery, agreeable attitude, what could she even say? The leave request had been approved, after all. She hadn't specified why she was taking leave—but the Commission wasn't the Ten-Lords Commission. They didn't monitor their subordinates' private lives that closely.

"Fine—today I'll let it go. But if you ever trick me into giving you leave to play Jade Abacus again, I'll have you cleaning the archives."

Fu Xuan sighed in resignation and let the matter drop.

What else could she do? This was just petty slacking. Hardly worth serious punishment.

Besides, there were far more pressing matters right now.

Turning on her heel, she left.

Qingque watched her go, exhaling in relief. She patted her chest. "Ahh, scared me to death. Nothing's worse than the Master Diviner suddenly appearing behind you—it's enough to make your soul leap out."

"Qingque, you're too unlucky. Eight times out of ten, you run into Lady Fu Xuan."

"Can't be helped. She's the Master Diviner—the most powerful augur in Luofu."

"Come on, come on, let's start the next round. Who's dealing?"

At his desk, the supreme leader of Luofu, one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals, was sorting through correspondence, sighing softly.

"Dan Feng boarded the Astral Express over three hundred standard days ago. They're now at Herta Space Station, not far from Xianzhou Luofu."

"Becoming a Nameless is something of a safeguard in itself."

"And this newly born Aeon of Hope… Hope's principle… The power of this new Path truly can ease Mara. Perhaps with strong cultivation of those on the Path of Hope, we could even cure Mara entirely?"

"After all… hope is hope. In this universe, nothing is absolute. As long as there's a chance, it's worth trying."

"And unlike the Blessing of Abundance, it poses no inherent danger."

Just then, the door swung open. Jing Yuan looked up, greeting her with his usual spring-breeze smile.

"Oh? What wind blows you here, Minister Fu, and in such a sweat?"

Fu Xuan strode in urgently, her expression grave.

"General, it's serious—truly serious. A calamity that will sweep across the entire universe!"

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