After all, with someone helping share the weight, Homura Akemi could walk farther and carry more.
Thinking of this, Chen Li sighed and turned his gaze toward the illusory balance before him, visible only to himself.
Chen Li extended a finger and pressed down lightly on the side of the scale representing himself.
The scale's dial had ten marks. As Chen Li applied pressure with his finger, the needle slowly moved before coming to a steady stop at "9."
A nine-to-one split.
Chen Li would bear ninety percent, while Homura Akemi only needed to shoulder ten percent.
[Oh my, oh my. You say no, but your body is pretty honest, isn't it?] The Pixie's voice was filled with carefree laughter.
Laugh all you want. Chen Li rolled his eyes, his tone brimming with resentment.
[Then I'll laugh, I'll laugh~]
I hope you can still laugh after I transfer this karmic burden onto the Miraculous Forging Guide. A strange smile appeared at the corner of Chen Li's lips.
[...]
After hearing Chen Li's words, the Pixie could no longer laugh.
Because theoretically... that was indeed the case.
After all, the Miraculous Forging Guide was essentially Chen Li's soul armament.
And the weight of the Falling Sakura Divine Axe was the weight of the soul as well...
Meanwhile, after Chen Li finished saying, "Keep the music playing, keep dancing," everyone had already scattered in a rush.
After all, planting the Miracle Cocoon on Teyvat was truly something worth celebrating. From this day onward, no matter what hardships they encountered, the people of Teyvat—and even the entire universe—would be greeted by miracles.
The warriors of Natlan were the first to light a bonfire in an open clearing. The flames danced in the night, illuminating faces flushed red with joy and alcohol.
Some danced,