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

Following Childe Tartaglia's comment, the Fourth Harbinger, Arlecchino the Knave, remarked coldly:

"Summoning all the Harbingers, yet nearly half have failed to appear. This might be the first time in our history. Heh, whether this is a good omen or a bad one is hard to say."

The Ninth Harbinger, Pantalone the Regrator, chuckled.

"Lady Arlecchino remains ever the skeptic. People say that the working hours at the Northland Bank are harsher than slavery, but aren't we Harbingers the same? Skipping duty only to be caught by Her Majesty herself is, I'd say, quite normal."

The Eighth Harbinger, Rosalyne, the Fair Lady, sneered.

"Hmph, nonsense. Only someone like you—a merchant—would say something so revolting."

Pantalone shook his head, feigning a sigh.

"Lady Rosalyne still holds such deep misunderstandings about me, it seems."

The Seventh Harbinger, Sandrone the Marionette, perched on her massive mechanical puppet, let out a faint laugh.

"Absurd and laughable… Your petty squabbles lack any semblance of logic…"

Ignoring Sandrone's jab, Pantalone continued, unfazed.

"Not only are half of the Harbingers absent, but even the Captain—who rarely participates in such summons—has failed to heed Her Majesty's call this time."

"Ultimately, only six of us have come. Isn't this negligence a little excessive?"

"Moreover, when I arrived at City Hall, the entire place was abuzz with the arrest of so-called sinners. Might I speculate that something significant is about to change in Snezhnaya?"

Arlecchino let out a mirthless laugh.

"You accuse me of being overly suspicious, but compared to you, Pantalone, I think I pale in comparison. After all, the Northland Bank thrives on the blood and sweat of workers across the Seven Nations."

Childe interjected, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Speaking of which, even I think bickering during the announcement of Her Majesty's decree is highly inappropriate."

Turning to Pulcinella, he added:

"Mayor, isn't it time to announce Her Majesty's orders? Otherwise, who knows how long this argument will drag on?"

Pulcinella struck his staff against the floor with a sharp thud.

"Your concerns will be addressed in Her Majesty's decree. I suspect what you're about to hear will be difficult to believe. However, you are not required to believe it. You need only obey it—failure to do so will bring dire consequences."

Arlecchino frowned.

"Oh? Even the mayor, who serves as Her Majesty's voice, warns of severe repercussions. It seems something monumental has indeed occurred in Snezhnaya."

Pantalone nodded in agreement.

"As a competent businessman, I sensed Snezhnaya's tension the moment I arrived."

Pulcinella straightened and gestured for silence.

"That's enough. Pay attention while I read the decree."

The five Harbingers loyal to the Empress immediately assumed serious expressions. Even Sandrone, who typically cared only for her quest to revive Mary-Ann, listened intently.

Pulcinella began, his voice steady yet grave:

"Before you received the summons, Snezhnaya faced a crisis that nearly erased it from Teyvat."

Childe's brow furrowed deeply.

"Mayor, are you certain you're delivering Her Majesty's decree? Snezhnaya nearly disappeared? That isn't funny in the slightest."

Pulcinella struck his staff hard against the floor again, his voice trembling slightly as he recounted his experience.

"It is true. The Heavenly Principle descended on Snezhnaya not long ago, prepared to unleash a Divine Nail upon us."

"What!"

The word landed like a thunderclap, leaving everyone stunned.

If Pulcinella weren't the designated messenger of the Empress's decree, they might have doubted their ears.

Pulcinella didn't wait for everyone to recover and continued explaining the situation.

The Empress's plan had been exposed, drawing the judgment of Celestia. However, since the Heavenly Principle was no longer Phanes, there was still room for negotiation.

By the time Pulcinella finished explaining, cold sweat dripped down everyone's backs.

Even though it was just a verbal recounting, they could vividly feel the terror of brushing past death itself.

The Heavenly Principle. Celestia. These words were common in the missions of the Fatui Harbingers, mentioned every so often. No one understood their weight better than they did.

To ordinary people, cursing the heavens was nothing but a passing remark. For those aware of Teyvat's secrets, however, it was akin to dancing on the edge of a blade.

Arlecchino clenched her fists, attempting to calm herself.

"So that's how it is. The Heavenly Principle. All the changes in the world stem from a new Descender ascending to the position of the Heavenly Principle?"

Sandrone nodded thoughtfully.

"So that explains it. Earlier, I did detect an overwhelming power in the sky—enough to destroy everything. I had assumed it was the Empress's divine authority. I didn't expect it to be the judgment of the Heavenly Principle."

Childe Tartaglia, wiping sweat from his brow, exclaimed:

"Wait, hold on! I step away for a little while, and the entire nation nearly disappears? This is unbelievable!"

Pulcinella, using a handkerchief to dab at his face, continued:

"The Heavenly Principle has given Snezhnaya one final chance. If we fail, the nation will cease to exist in three days."

"Additionally, apart from the Captain and Columbina, who hold special statuses, the Harbingers Pierro, Dottore, and Scaramouche have been removed from their ranks and declared criminals."

"The Empress has summoned us to eliminate the evildoers within the Fatui. Those who have committed atrocities in other nations must also be judged. Otherwise…"

He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in.

"…I believe you all understand the consequences."

Childe swallowed nervously.

"No wonder half the Harbingers didn't show up. So that's what's going on…"

He couldn't deny that certain members of the Fatui used the organization's power to commit atrocities that even he found intolerable—such as Dottore.

Childe himself preferred a fair fight, facing his enemies head-on. Dottore, on the other hand, had no qualms about conducting experiments on children.

He'd even stormed Dottore's lab once, unable to stomach the sight. From that moment, their relationship had soured. Not that it mattered; the Harbingers were colleagues, not friends.

Childe shrugged.

"If Her Majesty wants us to purge the sinners within the Fatui, I fully support it. But honestly, as the weakest among the Harbingers, I'm no match for any of the higher-ranked members."

Arlecchino furrowed her brow.

"The top three Harbingers all possess godlike strength. Even if we joined forces, we'd still stand no chance. Does Her Majesty overestimate us?"

Pantalone spread his hands with a wry smile.

"Same here. I'm just a merchant. If you want me to manipulate markets to cripple a nation, I'm your man. But this…"

Rosalyne sneered.

"Hmph, my life belongs to Her Majesty. I'd like to see if the so-called top three are really as invincible as the rumors claim."

At that moment, an icy blue light descended into the hall.

Everyone immediately knew the Empress had arrived. They bowed their heads deeply toward the source of the light.

Her voice echoed through the chamber—gentle yet commanding, urgent yet distant.

"I will temporarily bestow power upon you. Within three days, you must eliminate every sinner. The survival of our nation is at stake. Do not fail me, my Harbingers."

Tsaritsa emerged from the icy blue light.

She looked at the six Harbingers loyal to her and felt a deep sense of relief. At the same time, regret filled her heart. She deeply lamented her decision to indiscriminately recruit the strongest and most talented individuals from the Seven Nations in search of a way to shield the people of Snezhnaya from divine judgment.

If she had known that Phanes was about to step down and a new, powerful, and benevolent Heavenly Principle would ascend, how could she have done something so rebellious?

Now, Snezhnaya's standing in the eyes of the new Heavenly Principle had plummeted to the bottom, perhaps even becoming a potential target of suspicion. With such a precedent, even though she was one of the Seven, she would undoubtedly rank last in importance in the new Heavenly Principle's eyes.

The loom of fate spun its threads in cruel jest.

Despite her regret and disappointment, Tsaritsa was equally grateful that the Heavenly Principle had refrained from directly striking Snezhnaya with the Divine Nail. She and her people had been granted an opportunity to prove themselves.

Tsaritsa transmitted the information the Harbingers needed to know directly into their minds.

Simultaneously, her divine power and spiritual connection temporarily linked to them, granting them the strength of deities—albeit only at the weakest level of godhood.

While Tsaritsa was a mid-tier god among the Seven, she far surpassed the gods of the Archon War era.

"Go now. Within three days, capture Dottore, Pierro, and Scaramouche, and purge all sinners within the Fatui."

The six Harbingers, granted temporary godhood, bowed respectfully in unison and answered:

"As you command!"

After leaving the throne room, the six empowered Harbingers immediately set out to hunt down the sinners.

At the same time, deep within a laboratory in the Sumeru desert, Dottore paced slowly while conducting his experiments. He sensed something and furrowed his brow.

"…Why would the Empress suddenly shift from defying the Heavenly Principle to submitting to it? Is it because the Heavenly Principle has awakened?"

He scoffed at the thought.

"Heh. As expected, in this world, only the Heavenly Principle is truly supreme. Merely awakening and revealing a fraction of its might is enough to make a god who once defied it into a loyal subject."

"Even the Empress… is only this much before the Heavenly Principle."

He sighed as he spoke.

As a human possessing godlike strength, with fragments of himself spread across Teyvat, Dottore could sense all the world's changes. Just days ago, he had personally witnessed the Divine Nail descend onto the desert.

It was undeniable proof that the Heavenly Principle had awakened—and grown far stronger, capable of thoroughly reshaping Teyvat.

Dottore shook his head.

"The fragment in Snezhnaya can't be preserved, but it doesn't matter. I have plenty of fragments elsewhere."

As long as his original, strongest fragment remained unharmed, he could always create more, though it would take time and resources.

Boom!

Just as he was thinking this, the laboratory doors were violently blasted open. Purple lightning and sharp blue water blades surged into the room.

In an instant, the machinery in the lab was reduced to ruins.

Clap! Clap!

Dottore showed no panic, as if he had anticipated this outcome. He clapped his hands mockingly.

"Truly worthy of the Harbinger granted the Empress's divine power and godly insight. I've always wanted to study this so-called 'godly insight,' but I never had the chance. I wonder if you can satisfy my curiosity, Tartaglia."

Despite having ascended to godhood, Dottore had never accessed the divine knowledge granted by the Heavenly Principle. His interest in it was immeasurable.

What he referred to as "godly insight" was, in fact, a god's understanding of the rules and the world. This comprehension allowed gods to create a variety of derived powers and knowledge.

For example, the Adepti's adeptal energy and arts were creations derived from Morax's understanding of the rules and the world. Researchers in this field often referred to it as "divine knowledge."

Tartaglia gripped his dual blades formed from a mixture of Electro, Hydro, and Cryo energies.

"Hmph, Dottore. I'm not wasting words on a madman like you who's obsessed with experiments. Prepare to die!"

"Foul Legacy: The Devouring Deep!"

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the desert, accompanied by the mournful cry of a massive whale.

Merchants leading pack animals through the desert froze in shock as they saw an enormous blue whale, over a thousand meters long, leap from the depths of the sands.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The moment the whale landed, a miraculous wave spanning thousands of meters erupted in the arid desert, where water was a rare treasure.

The surging waters instantly transformed a vast area of desert, several kilometers wide, into a deep lake.

"Get down!"

"Ahhhh—!"

The sandstorm triggered by the waves scattered the merchants of the Eremites, leaving them disoriented and panicked.

...

Tartaglia stood amidst the chaos, holding Dottore's lifeless body in his hand. With a look of frustration, he tossed the corpse onto the sand.

"Seriously, just how many segments does Dottore have? Even though I love fighting strong opponents, I've already taken down six segments. Don't tell me he has hundreds or even thousands of them?"

In his hand, he held a compass given to the Harbingers by the Empress.

The compass marked the locations of the sinners they were tasked with eliminating. As for how it worked, Tartaglia didn't care. He was only focused on completing the Empress's orders within three days. Otherwise, his homeland of Snezhnaya would vanish from Teyvat.

"Hopefully, the other Harbingers can deal with more of Dottore's segments," he muttered.

...

At the same time, Rosalyne, the Fair Lady, found the former Sixth Harbinger, Scaramouche.

Surrounded by Fatui soldiers, Scaramouche looked at the Lady and sneered.

"Hahaha, how laughable. I thought joining the Fatui might give me something to look forward to. Instead, it's just another lie. Truly hilarious."

Rosalyne, staring at Scaramouche, who neither fled nor showed fear, retorted mockingly.

"Have you gone mad from the stress of being hunted? But then again, you're just a puppet. The time for settling accounts has come."

"No wonder Her Majesty the Empress listed you as a sinner," she added coldly.

Instead of anger, Scaramouche spread his arms arrogantly, his tone full of scorn.

"A sinner? That's right, I am a sinner. But aren't all Harbingers sinners? And you, a so-called witch, think you're any different?"

"Enough chatter. If you want to take me down, let's see if you can actually do it."

Rosalyne snorted at the defiant puppet.

"Hmph, calling me… a witch…"

She unleashed a wave of godly pressure, her body radiating the divine power of a god. Powerful Cryo energy mixed with divine might hurtled toward Scaramouche with terrifying force.

Scaramouche's pupils contracted, his expression changing drastically.

"The Empress's divine power?"

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