"World Will… avatar? What does that even mean?"
Even knowing the glowing sphere before her was the Will of Teyvat itself,
Ganyu felt no fear.
Her master was sitting right there.
If this thing dared scheme against her, Jiang Yan would crush it with a flick of his finger.
But before the World Will could answer—
Jiang Yan's expression darkened.
A man who was always gentle, always composed—
actually looked angry.
In that instant, the whole world froze.
The glowing sphere shrank to a trembling point, its radiance dimming as though terrified.
Everyone held their breath.
This was the first time they had ever seen Jiang Yan angry.
The novelty of it was absolutely unwelcome.
"How very bold of you," Jiang Yan said coldly,
"to scheme against my disciple right in front of me.
A mere world will—of a realm that hasn't even evolved into a Minor Thousand World."
He leaned forward slightly.
"You think I can't erase you and make a new world will that actually obeys?"
The World Will shuddered—
for the first time showing emotion:
fear.
It immediately pulled away from Ganyu and stammered:
"R-respected Sect Master, please—please do not misunderstand.
I harbor no ill intent toward Miss Ganyu."
"Uniting with me brings her immeasurable benefit!"
The moment it finished—
BOOM—
Jiang Yan slammed his palm against the armrest.
The sky shattered.
Every barrier, every layer of heaven, split open like thin paper.
The boundless sea of quantum turbulence lay exposed above Teyvat.
And within that sea—
Jiang Yan's divine will manifested as a colossal, formless giant.
A being too vast to comprehend.
Eyes burning with anger.
The giant lowered its hand—
a hand capable of seizing the entire world
and crushing it without effort.
Everyone stood frozen in horror.
For the first time, they understood what the scriptures meant when they said:
"To those at the peak of the Void-Returning Realm,
even a Minor Thousand World is but a toy in the palm."
And Teyvat…
was not even a Minor Thousand World.
That day, all of Teyvat raised their heads—
and saw the broken heavens,
and Him.
The unfathomable giant.
The Sect Master of Mount Shu.
Angry.
—
Liyue
The people, who hadn't gone far from Jueyun Karst, collapsed to their knees as if struck by lightning.
"Please calm your anger, Sect Master! Spare Teyvat!"
"Who provoked him!? Are they insane!? Do they want us all buried with them!?"
"Ningguang-sama, Zhongli-sama—please beg the Sect Master to spare the world!"
—
Sky Island — Celestia
The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles was forcibly awakened again.
She opened her eyes—
saw the shattered sky
and the titanic figure beyond—
and immediately shrank back.
She frantically contacted the World Will to see what had happened.
A moment later—
she wanted to slap the World Will to death.
Why…
WHY would it say that to the disciple of this kind of being!?
Now they were all going to die together!
She stared at the quantum sea.
At that supreme existence.
Even her godhood trembled.
She wondered—
if it was still possible to quietly run away.
But the lingering karmic ties of humanity bound her;
she sighed bitterly.
Whether she upheld the Vision lie or revealed it,
death awaited her sooner or later.
Better to die now…
maybe it would count as release.
—
Inazuma
Ying and Paimon were mid-banquet when the world turned dark.
Their faces changed instantly.
They rushed out and looked up.
In a single glance, Ying recognized the silhouette.
"…Master? Why is he this angry!?"
Ayaka and the Shogunate officials staggered out after her—
and stared at the sky in despair.
What strategy could they possibly use against that?
What lightning could compare to that hand?
What eternal decree could survive that gaze?
In the Tenshukaku, Raiden Ei struggled for control of her body.
The Puppet Shogun froze as she gazed upward.
For the first time since her creation—
the Raiden Shogun hesitated.
Ei exhaled.
"Do you see, Shogun…?
Teyvat is no longer the world you knew."
"In the face of such an existence, how can Inazuma's 'Eternity' continue?"
"The life and death of the continent rests entirely on that man's whim.
Arguing over eternity… is meaningless now."
The Shogun did not refute her.
Her logic tree simply… failed.
Completely.
—
Across Teyvat — Sumeru, Natlan, Fontaine, Snezhnaya…
People everywhere fell silent.
They had heard about cultivators—
but had never seen anything like this.
This wasn't power.
This was cosmic dominance.
How did one resist such a being?
You didn't.
Only Scaramouche stared upward—
and began laughing hysterically.
"POWER—
HAHAHAHA!! TRUE POWER!!"
"This—this is supremacy!
This is the peak beyond gods and heavens!"
"What are the Seven?
What is Celestia!?"
"In front of such power, NOTHING matters!"
"Cultivation! Why didn't anyone tell me cultivation could reach THIS!?"
"I refuse!! I refuse to die before I bask in that power!"
He charged toward Liyue like a madman.
But he only managed a few steps—
before collapsing—
overwhelmed by Jiang Yan's mere presence.
His hand stretched toward Liyue, trembling.
"I… I can't accept this…!"
"Cultivation…! Give me cultivation…!
Move… MOVE!!"
His scream echoed across the wasteland
until consciousness slipped away.
—
Jade Chamber
Although tension filled the air,
"tense" wasn't even the right word.
One didn't "tense up" before a being that could erase the world with a thought.
Ningguang recovered first and hurried forward.
"Sect Master—please calm your anger.
Teyvat cannot endure your wrath!"
"For the sake of the countless mortals and your disciples' homeland—
please spare this world!"
Everyone echoed her desperately.
All glaring daggers at the World Will.
If not for its nonsense,
none of this would have happened.
The World Will finally understood it had screwed up beyond measure.
"R-respected Sect Master,
I—I meant no offense!
Nor did I intend to harm Miss Ganyu!"
"Please—allow me to explain!"
Ganyu tugged Jiang Yan's sleeve, eyes pleading.
"Master…"
He snorted.
The raging true essence around him slowly settled.
But the World Will remained frozen in place—
unable to move a single particle.
"You have one incense stick of time," Jiang Yan said coldly.
"If your explanation fails to satisfy me—
it is not difficult to create a new Will for this world."
"...Yes."
The trembling orb answered.
"Honored Sect Master,
my true intention is indeed unity with Miss Ganyu—
but she would remain dominant."
"Miss Ganyu would become the symbol of Teyvat."
"As the world evolves,
she will receive continuous feedback and blessings."
"Her aptitude will ascend even further—
perhaps even allowing her to become the 'Divine Physique' you once mentioned."
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes.
"Nonsense."
"You are merely the will of a small world—
not even on par with a Minor Thousand World.
You cling to the roots of the Tree of Sea's Middle Thousand World."
"With what ability…
do you claim you can turn Ganyu into a Divine Physique?"
The World Will responded immediately:
"Honored Sect Master…
the Tree of Sea universe is…特殊,其根源为——"
The orb suddenly froze.
It tried again.
Nothing.
It physically could not speak the next word.
Jiang Yan's brows tightened.
He extended his spiritual sense—
and discovered something astonishing:
At the core of the World Will's existence…
lay a chain of order.
A technique only a Great Unity (Taiyi) expert at the end of Dao could forge.
How could a mere Tree-Sea universe be tied to a Taiyi-level existence?
Jiang Yan examined the chain closely.
It was not Dao-law based like cultivation.
It was—
Collapse and expansion.
Simultaneous.
When he relaxed his mind, countless concepts flooded him:
Truth.
Existence.
Crossing.
Constancy.
Pasture…
Understanding dawned.
This wasn't cultivation Dao.
It was—
science.
A scientific conceptual pathway.
"A Constant of the Pasture…" Jiang Yan murmured.
Equivalent to a Taiyi of the cultivation path.
And above that—
only whispered in theory—
the Lord of the Pasture.
The so-called Science Da Luo.
Whether such a being truly existed was unknown.
But the aura was unmistakable:
Tree-Sea's worlds hid a secret far beyond appearances.
A world with seven heavenly spirit roots…
three Divine Physiques…
and absurdly high potential…
Calling it a small world was almost comical.
After understanding this, Jiang Yan looked at the World Will again—
the way its words fragmented and vanished each time it touched forbidden concepts.
As if reality erased its sentence like a wrong character—
and the World Will itself
was the typo.
The incense burned low.
Jiang Yan waved a hand.
The flame snuffed out.
"No need to continue," he said faintly.
"Just tell me—
your plan."
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