The firefly-like light spots continued appearing on the land at the foot of Tianheng Mountain. People in Liyue Harbor didn't find it strange. It was the season for fireflies, but they were surprised to see so many.
"Dad, look! There are so many fireflies!" a child exclaimed.
"Run slowly, don't trip over the rocks," the father warned.
Children ran along the bridge in Liyue Harbor, chasing the fireflies.
"Oh, really! There are so many fireflies this year, and they're so beautiful."
"Are they all going to fly in groups towards Tianheng Mountain?"
A child called out to the fireflies: "Fireflies, come back!"
The 'Seat of Fate' continued to summon everything that belonged to its owner—the body that had turned into dust, the consciousness that had scattered across Liyue—and the starlight wrapped around them, forming light spots. The light spots gradually gathered, and the figure of an immortal deer appeared completely before the gods.
The moment the last bit of light entered the figure of the immortal deer, it stepped out of the phantom into reality. Its lifeless eyes gradually brightened.
Cloud Retainer looked excitedly at the immortal deer that had returned to reality. "Guide of the Heavens!" she cried.
But it wasn't over. The second 'Seat of Fate,' long extinguished for thousands of years, was lit again. This was the seat of 'Minghai Qixia Zhenjun.' Another wave of fireflies appeared in Liyue Harbor.
The children thought their shouts had brought the fireflies back, and they ran with glee.
Takumi nodded, seeing that 'Minghai Qixia Zhenjun' had also successfully returned. Only those who died before the establishment of the 'Underworld' could use the 'Seat of Fate' to be resurrected. Now that the cycle of 'underworld reincarnation' had begun, all beings below the level of gods would undergo reincarnation after death. Once reincarnated, all memories would disappear, even changing the position of their 'Seat of Fate.'
Moon Carver, excited by the sight of the resurrected 'Minghai Qixia Zhenjun,' couldn't help but shout: "Minghai Qixia!"
The two immortals, just resurrected, had chaotic thoughts, but they heard the calls around them.
Guide of the Heavens, confused, let his memories return. "Where... am I? I remember being attacked by a demon god. The emperor fought fiercely, and Tianheng Mountain collapsed in the battle's aftermath. I asked Xiao to cut my antlers to support Tianheng Mountain, and I... died."
"How... am I not dead?"
As his consciousness awakened, he opened his eyes. Moonlight shone in, and he saw familiar yet unfamiliar friends. However, there was something different in their aura—something sacred and divine.
The crane, 'Minghai Qixia Zhenjun,' also opened her eyes, at first confused. She, too, looked at the familiar yet altered friends around her.
"Who are you?" the two immortals asked in unison.
Cloud Retainer crossed her arms, tears shimmering in her eyes, but spoke with her usual pride. "Why, have you forgotten your old friend right after resurrection? It's me—Narumi, Yi Xue."
The two immortals were stunned. "Resurrection?"
Moon Carver nodded. "Yes, a lot has happened. The Demon God War has been over for more than two thousand years."
Rite of Flowing Water conveyed all that had transpired in Liyue over the past two thousand years and explained everything that had happened in the 'Teyvat World' since Takumi's arrival.
The two immortals were stunned. They moved from surprise and shock to reverence and gratitude. They looked at each other, their emotions complex.
"To think so much has happened since our deaths—even the world itself has changed..."
They then looked reverently at the 'Lord Tianli' who had revived them. "Thank you, Lord Tianli, for resurrecting us. From now on—"
Before they could finish speaking, Takumi interrupted them.
"I will certainly make use of you, but not now. Your current strength isn't enough. You must at least reach the level of gods."
"There are many responsibilities that need attending in the world of Teyvat."
For instance, in the 'Underworld,' its current operations were managed entirely by rules—deciding the deeds of the deceased, arranging their reincarnation. The 'Underworld' lacked any proper overseer. Although these resurrected immortals were still somewhat weak, they could start by managing the dead in the 'Underworld,' gradually advancing to godhood based on their merit.
Havria, the Dust Demon God, and Guizhong, the Salt Demon God, would temporarily take on the roles of 'Underworld Gods,' until suitable gods could be appointed.
The two immortals bowed respectfully. "Yes, Lord Tianli."
Zhongli smiled slightly, seeing his old friends resurrected. "It has been a long time, old friends. While there is much to say in our reunion, there are still others to bring back... When everyone has returned, we can share tea and flowers."
The two immortals, seeing the emperor's aged face, were moved to tears. "Emperor..."
After so much time, even the emperor's vigor had faded. After his many contributions to Teyvat, his first thought was to bring them back. They could never repay such kindness—from Lord Tianli, the emperor, and their friends.
Takumi interrupted the emotional reunion. "Next, it's time to bring the Yaksha back."
Xiao, upon hearing this, became both energetic and nervous. He would soon see them again—though he'd prepared himself for it, his heart wasn't ready. He couldn't help but recall their past words.
Bosacius once said that Yakshas only knew how to kill, destined for restless souls after death—a fate doomed to sadness. Xiao had been prepared for this fate, expecting to be swallowed by karma, until Tianli changed Teyvat.
Yaksha's fate had changed, and sadness was replaced with hope. This was a god bowing to show mercy. Xiao would show his respect with all that he had.
The four extinguished stars of fate shone again, summoning all that belonged to their owners.
In the depths of the Chasm, lightning surged towards Tianheng Mountain. From amidst the clouds, flames and streams of water intertwined, flying towards Tianheng. The same happened to the elemental powers of Guili Plains.
These elemental bodies belonged to the Yaksha, holding traces of consciousness. Originally, they were to be buried quietly after death, left to decay with time.
At the foot of Tianheng Mountain, countless golden fireflies gathered with fire, water, lightning, and rock elements, forming four elemental eggs. As the elements and light spots converged, the glow slowly dimmed, and four gray eggshells formed.
*Crack!*
A crack appeared in the eggshell formed by the water element, and a slender hand with blue nails emerged from within.