Teyvat's Doomsday! Water Defies the Rules and Soars Skyward, Floating Mountains Crash Down-Tang San: The Dying Heavenly Principles Can No Longer Hold On

"The God who is about to die actually dares humiliate me, the King of the Dragon Tribe like this!" The Dragon God's roar rang out once more, but this time, beneath his fury was an undisguised killing intent. The enemy was not invincible. He was very weak!

Chang Gongwei, Lei Xiang, and the others looked at one another. The reversal had come far too quickly, catching them off guard. "So he nailed that Dragon King there and drained his Life Force in order to... save himself?"

"Not merely to save himself." Tian Hen shook his head. The trace of pity on his face had vanished, replaced by a chilling insight that seemed to see through the entire situation. "It was also to intimidate everyone. He had to use the cruelest, bloodiest methods to conceal the fact that he was on the verge of death. He wanted the entire Teyvat Continent to live in terror of him. Only then would no one dare challenge a Sky Island that was about to fall..."

"A hollow shell..." Ye Yinzhu opened his eyes and spoke softly. "A hollow-shell God who used fear and brutality to disguise himself."

Zi tightly clung to his arm, her body no longer trembling. Once the source of fear had revealed its weak nature, fear itself was no longer so frightening.

The people of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy fell into utter silence.

Bei Bei opened his mouth, yet could not speak for a long while. Xu Sanshi and He Caitou exchanged a glance, each seeing the absurdity on the other's face. Xiao Xiao and Tang Ya, meanwhile, let out long breaths, as though a huge stone had been lifted from their hearts.

Niu Tian and Tai Tan, two men built like iron towers, were equally stunned. Just moments ago, they had been shaken by that divine-punishment-like power, only to discover that this God himself was nearly out of breath.

"Father, this..." Ning Tian looked toward her father, while Ning Rongrong also gazed at Tang San with a questioning expression.

Tang San did not answer immediately. He quietly watched the Light Screen, watching the figure seated upon the throne, covered in cracks and Curse. After a long time, he slowly spoke, one word at a time. His voice was not loud, yet every person heard it clearly.

"I understand now."

Everyone's gaze focused on him.

"He nailed down the Dragon King, drained his power, established order, declared his authority... None of it was because he was strong." Tang San's gaze became incomparably deep, as though it had already pierced through the fog of time and space to see the heart of that dying God.

"On the contrary," he paused, then delivered a conclusion that made everyone's scalps tingle, "it was precisely because he had never been so weak that he needed unprecedented brutality to prove that he was still a God."

Huo Yuhao's body jolted. In an instant, he understood everything. That seemingly incomprehensible cruelty, that endless torment—what lay hidden behind it was the God's deepest fear! Fear of death, fear that his rule would collapse!

"He... is afraid." Huo Yuhao softly uttered those three words.

Yes, he was afraid. That was why he needed to create an even greater fear to conceal his own.

Gu Yuena looked at the figure struggling on the brink of death in the Light Screen, then thought of Apep nailed to the ground. Beneath her silver hair, a cold, mocking sneer appeared on her exquisite face.

Tang Wulin stood beside her. Golden Dragon Marks flickered beneath his skin as he felt waves of battle intent surging through him. So even Gods could die.

Zhou Weiqing whistled, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "So after all that, he's just a paper tiger! Looks scary, but falls apart with one poke?"

"It isn't that simple." Tang San shook his head. "A dying tiger is the most dangerous kind. Everything he is doing now is to survive. To survive, he will stop at nothing."

Those words made the atmosphere, which had just begun to lighten, turn heavy once more.

Indeed, a dying God who would stop at nothing to survive might be even crazier and more terrifying than a God at the height of his power.

Just as everyone entertained their own thoughts and speculated what insane means that dying God might use to prolong his life, the scene in the Light Screen changed without warning.

No longer was it that solitary figure seated high upon the throne, covered in cracks and Curse.

The view abruptly pulled back, pierced through the clouds around Sky Island, and looked down upon the entire Teyvat Continent.

At first, it was a scene so magnificent that it left everyone speechless. Snowy mountains towered high, plains stretched endlessly, waves kissed golden beaches, and emerald forests lay like boundless carpets.

Yet before anyone could praise it, this magnificent tableau began to crumble apart at a visible speed.

The first scene shown was a river outside Mondstadt. Its waters should have flowed clear and calm, irrigating the lands on both banks. Yet now, they strangely surged backward into the sky. Defying the most basic laws of physics, the river formed a towering curtain of water, sweeping up mud and rocks from its bed as it roared skyward. At last, high above, it transformed into a cold, violent downpour mixed with stones and sludge, crashing viciously onto the already barren fields.

"This..." Hai Long's mouth fell open. He had spent his life alongside water and considered himself its master, but the sight before him had completely exceeded his understanding. "How can water flow into the sky?"

"The problem isn't the water." Ji Dong and Lie Yan exchanged a glance, both looking incomparably solemn. As the former Fire God and God King, their understanding of the Laws far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Ji Dong said in a deep voice, "It is the Laws—the foundational chain of Laws that forms this world has broken. Water flows downhill; that is a physical rule. But now, that Rule has failed here."

Immediately afterward, the scene shifted to the mountains of Liyue. Mountain after mountain was not standing securely upon the earth, but hanging in midair as though suspended by invisible threads. They slowly collided with one another, producing muffled booms as rubble continuously fell from their slopes like rain.

"My god, this is somewhat like my gravity control domain, but..." Chang Gongwei's face was filled with disbelief. "This isn't a domain at all. This is the normal state of the entire world! No power is maintaining it—it is simply like this!"

"Order has been destroyed." A'Dai—or rather, Mandun the God of Death—spoke in his characteristically calm tone, though there was a faint tremor beneath his words. "When the order established by a God can no longer be maintained because of his own weakness, the world returns to its most primitive state of chaos. Or rather, to the state of an unfinished creation—a half-finished product."

Half-finished product.

Those words sent a chill through everyone's hearts.

A half-finished purgatory.

The scene in the Light Screen changed again. This time, it focused on the depths of the earth.

Boom!