To Prevent the World from Being Destroyed

Lanterns slowly rose one after another, carrying remembrances of the past and hopes for the future.

The moon hung above the treetops, while the brilliantly lit lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, their shimmering halos rippling. Children chased one another around with snacks in hand, while passersby occasionally stopped at the roadside stalls. Melodious opera, following the rhythm of the instruments, slowly recounted stories that had been passed down for ages.

The bustling prosperity of Nightless amid the noise of the mortal world gave people a sense of the beauty of a golden age.

On the top floor of Liuli Pavilion, Su Lin gently waved a round fan. His white hair was tied up with an exquisite dragon-patterned jade crown, and he wore purple Celestial River Battle Armor over his true body to prevent the Heavenly Principles from playing dirty.

Their group was currently on the balcony, enjoying tea and Liyue snacks.

Song Shuhang was not there. He and Venerable White were taking the cultivators invited from the Nine Provinces Number One Group around Liyue.

Although they had explained to outsiders that this was the planet ruled by the lord of the Immortal Court, to prevent certain suicidal cultivators like "Three Waves, Three Waves, and more Three Waves" from bouncing around and causing trouble, the task of keeping them under personal supervision twenty-four hours a day had fallen to Song Shuhang.

Bang—

The wooden door was pushed open, and footsteps came from behind.

"Brilliant sunlight first touches the red gate of Hongmen, Su Tower changes hands, yet Dragon Lin's elegance remains."

Su Lin picked up a cup of green jade tea and raised it toward the sky. With his back to Zhongli, Venti, Aether, Paimon, and Tartaglia, who had just entered and were walking toward the balcony, he recited