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An ancient greatsword discovered in the Blackcliff Forge. It swings with such an immense force that one feels it could cut straight through reality itself.
A fictional story of a band of five heroes who go off on a dragon hunt. It is poorly written and structurally incoherent. Its value lies in the many lessons that can be learned from failure.
This longbow's color is unpredictable. Under the light, it takes on a lustrous, watery blue.
A dully gilded catalyst secretly guarded in the Blackcliff Forge. It seems to glow with the very light from the sky.
This gilded blade was made using precious white branches. It was once used to destroy countless poisons that infested the forest.
A string of lovely jasper from the deep sea. It shines with a pure radiance like that of the moon, and just as ever-distant.
An exotic long-bladed rapier that somehow found its way into Liyue via foreign traders. It is light, agile, and sharp.
A nautical chart featuring nearby currents and climates that somehow found its way into Liyue via foreign traders.
Beneath its rusty exterior is a lavishly decorated thin blade. It swings as swiftly as the wind.
The soul of the Knights of Favonius. Millennia later, it still calls on the winds of swift justice to vanquish all evil — just like the last heroine who wielded it.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
In the distant past, this was the beloved spear of a famed Inazuman bandit.
A handy club made of fine steel. The most persuasive line of reasoning in any debater's arsenal.
A spear created from the fang of a dragon. It is oddly warm to the touch.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A polearm decorated with an entwining golden dragon. Light and sharp, this weapon may very well kill dragons with ease.
A heavy greatsword. A clock is embedded within it, though its internal mechanisms have long been damaged.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
A sharp blade with extravagant carvings that somehow does not compromise on durability and sharpness. It roars like a lion as it cuts through the air.
This famed blade was born in a nation to the far north. But in the name of "Isshin," it was stained with many a dark deed on its home-bound journey.
A naginata forged from luminescent material deep in the ocean depths. It was once the possession of the tengu race.
A magical sword that can only be wielded by the ultimate overlord who rules the seas. As it has been made with special water-resistant materials, it will not get ruined by water damage even after being immersed. Why, one might even call it invincible!
A ceremonial sword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
An ancient longsword discovered in the Blackcliff Forge that cuts through rocks like a hot knife through butter.
A completely rusted iron greatbow. The average person would lack the strength to even lift it, let alone fire it.
A bow that once served as an extraordinary instrument. It is no longer capable of getting people up and dancing.
A secret tome that belonged to the scholars of the Knights of Favonius. It describes the logic and power of elements and matter.
A dim black glaze pearl that is said to have the power to read the purity of one's heart.
A songbook from the bygone aristocratic era, whose composer has become forgotten. It chronicles the tale of a certain heroic outlaw.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A dim black glaze pearl that is said to have the power to read the purity of one's heart.
A weathered script, the text of which is no longer legible. A cursed item eroded by the winds of time.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
A weapon you obtained from an Aranara tale. It has taken on the shape of a blade that can cut down the foes of the forest.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A completely rusted iron greatbow. The average person would lack the strength to even lift it, let alone fire it.
An exotic sword with one section of the blade left blunt. It made its way into Liyue via the hands of foreign traders. Incredibly powerful in the hands of someone who knows how to use it.
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Past and Future
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
The wings of the paper kite in her hands were broken, brutally reminding her of her beloved's tragic passing. She kneeled next to the fire of war, eyes full of sorrow. "If you are the only one left to do this, then our sacrifice would..." Gunfire raged on, painting the sky red without dampening its majesty. She looked up at the sky, eyes full of fury.
Landau's Choice
lvl 60 Overlay lvl 4
"Did you not hear me? Don't go there ever again! What could you possibly be learning from those commoners!" "But I've never heard any of the stories they tell about Belobog before..." She pulled her brother behind her, denying him the chance to talk back. "You are both Landaus! One day, you'll face hard choices. Especially you, Serval." She knew that her brother did nothing wrong, but she couldn't think of a rebuttal. She went to bed angry after the argument, vowing to herself: "I will be a grown-up one day. And when that day comes, I will make choices..." "My own choices..."
Memories of the Past
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 2
An old photo lies on the far end of the table in the guardian's residence. She would always subconsciously move her eyes away whenever she happened to see it. The memories of the past had already become distant, but the dreams of today still linger.
Long May Rainbows Adorn the Sky
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"Emotions are like clouds, and we are the sky that carries them. If the sky is overcast, then our emotions will fluctuate all over." The physician listens with care to the visitor's sorrows, offering words of gentle solace. "Please close your eyes and breathe slowly... Imagine yourself in a warm and soft place..." As if infused with magic, a seven-colored rainbow radiance spills from beneath the wings of the winged beast. "A breeze would drift across the plains, carrying the fragrance of wildflowers. Moist clouds would pass by, laden with sunlight..." The visitor gradually sinks into a peaceful dream, responding only with the quiet rhythm of steady breaths. After seeing the last patient, the physician gently closes the door of the ward. In the distance, the boundless evernight still surges, with many ruins standing like the scars of the earth. "In the next life, may dawn shine upon all..." Before departing, she makes a wish to the sky — "May the sky forever hold that rainbow radiance."
Thus Burns the Dawn
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Once again, at the journey's end, the man's silhouette was swallowed by the sweltering golden sun. "So... that golden blood, the last hope of deliverance, was really..." His tears never had the chance to fall — they vanished into steam. "Snowy, see you tomorrow!" "Deliverer, remember to stay alive till the final act!" "Go be the dawn of Amphoreus..." ... The people's wishes echoed in the void. The Nameless Hero crumbled, his fierce and tragic death laid bare. "If rage can't burn this twisted fate to ashes..." He climbed toward the peak, over and over, only to fall and be shattered, again and again— "Then let me burn with it!"
Make Farewells More Beautiful
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Another farewell ceremony was underway. A young girl, stepping on broken moonlight, wove a garland of parting by the riverbank. Ancient laments crystallized in the cold air, while the quiet river flowed into a distant land of blossoms. Blood-stained scrolls, rusted long swords, handkerchiefs embroidered with poetry... She accepted their remains, along with the tales of their lives. "My eyes are like lenses, forever longing for the starry sky." —An epitaph dedicated to the departed scholar. "For life and for death, the knight grants only a cold glance." —The maxim that the nameless warrior upheld all his life. "Life is nothing but death, aglow with shimmering light." —The final verse penned by the eternal-seeking poet with his life. ... "Every flower once bloomed with pride..." Accompanied by the river's soft lament, she offered the departed poems, garlands, and remembrances— "If withering is inevitable, at least let our farewell be... a little more beautiful."
Life Should Be Cast to Flames
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
In that hidden experiment, various illusions constantly surged forward, pulling at his steps. The seductive whispers beckoned him to give up on that treacherous topic, for what reason was there to gamble his life? The cold, threatening voice declared that those who walk the edge of life and death will ultimately burn their lives away. Then there were the angry accusations, shouting to cast the blasphemer — the one who had desecrated the gods — into an execution grounds most cruel. "The performance of life, too, must eventually reach the curtain call." He closed his eyes, grasped the divine flame, and let the pain drown his fading soul. First, his resolute gaze. Then, his beating heart. The complete soul... He threw himself willingly into that most pure and intense flame to be used for the smelting— The voices bubbled and then became silent. In the darkness, the brilliant truth began to take shape in his hands.
Ninja Record: Sound Hunt
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
In the realm of Cosmic Ninjutsu, ever-changing grace, Hear the echoes of my hunting chase! Feel the beat, my rhythm's call, Guitar strums, the atmospheres enthrall. Bass notes with a tender hue, Electro-acoustic kindles anew. Sweat's testament, truth untold, Every twist and turn, melodies unfold. My sound ascends, reaching high, Through bruises and battles, I never shy. The Dazzling! The Dazzling! A chant so bold. The Dazzling! The Dazzling! In tales untold, The Dazzling! The Dazzling! An epic foretold! Yo. Yo. In this wild world. Let the hearts go ablaze. Sing out loud, chant your soul, and let's embrace the utter craze!
Into the Unreachable Veil
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"The Intelligentsia Guild's letters have been handled." "The Simulated Universe is functioning normally..." "Literary collections have been reprinted." "Hey. Shhh. Don't bother Madam Herta..." ...Within a great tower on the edge of the cosmos, puppets work methodically, dealing with all manner of chores in anticipation of her arrival. Time passes. Countless people drift through the canvas of time like meteors streaking across the night sky, bright for an instant, before ultimately returning to silence. "Madam Herta hasn't shown herself in a long time..." "Is she still thinking...?" "Hmmm. Thought this would all be done after discovering a few axioms?" She stretches, lifting her head from the calculations, and another thought surfaces in her mind... "Nothing is irrefutable. I will chase these questions to the end!"
Flowing Nightglow
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Time flows through the mirror, metamorphosing the once inexperienced little girl into a seasoned songstress. She studies her reflection in the mirror. Time has altered all but her green eyes, which still remain as serene as a lake, as if recounting an unshakable faith. "You seem in high spirits today." "Yes... after all, there's a very important 'performance'." "Indeed. The Charmony Festival's rehearsal is about to start. Please head to the preparation room." ... She steps out from the dressing room, leaving behind the brilliant lights of the theater, fading into the distance. "My stage lies not here." She closes her eyes, letting the night swallow her silhouette. "From the past to the present, my song has always been for..." "For those who have lost hope."
Post-Op Conversation
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 3
"You're awake... Thank you." "You... saved my life, Natasha. The one who should be saying thanks... is me." "No, I should be thanking you... for holding on until I finished the surgery." The doctor and patient smiled wearily at each other and said nothing more.
On the Fall of an Aeon
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
It began with a flash of light. One by one, THEY fell as the threat of expiration loomed over THEM. THEY had to stop self-replicating and rushed to embrace each other, trying to offer the right to reproduce in exchange for a possibility of survival. THEY held hands in a show of unprecedented unity. ...But the Paths met an abrupt end, and THEY were headed to a true death.
Night on the Milky Way
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
If you are concerned for the road, just look up again. When the stars look gently down, the heart would already be soaring. Every thought and every whisper, becomes a life experience that would never leave.
The Hell Where Ideals Burn
lvl 20 Overlay lvl 1
The flames of karma ignite the plains. The ideals of unknowns turn to ashes, as the ideals of others burn passionately. The Guardian traverses between bullets and arrowheads. He can save no one here. He can save everyone here. Kill one person to save one person. Kill ten thousand to save ten thousand. The fate of trampling over our peers is one part of humanity's continued existence. The Guardian had already grown used to all this, and his steps never hesitated. The determination that covers his legs is like wind. The determination that covers his arms is like fire. He is still seeking a miracle that can bring forth salvation.
Something Irreplaceable
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
"Should a day come when even I'm not here anymore, please look after this database, Svarog." (Who is this... Why is this message in my records...) "Do you have something that's irreplaceable, Svarog?" (Irreplaceable... broken parts... can simply be replaced...) "You'll definitely find it one day, Svarog." (Such things... will only cause trouble...) "When that time comes... You should leave this place behind."
Victory In a Blink
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
The Titankins' all-consuming roars sweep across the battlefield. Two lightning-quick figures slaughter their way out of combat. "I alone will be enough to handle them." Every punch unleashed by the warrior sends spears of blood through the bodies of the enemy. "Brute force and nothing more. Watch my blade!" As a blade of pale silver slices in a curve, monsters drop like falling leaves. "A contest of speed?" The two charge at the other side simultaneously. Howls of anguish sound as the stealthy beasts behind them are struck down at once. Two voices can be heard at the same time. "That was my kill!"
Eternal Calculus
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 4
Eternally suspended in the void, Streams of shimmering data flood into THEIR mind. Turning all things past and future into symbols, THEY deduce the end from the beginning. Knowledge, answers, truths... In the mist of information, a brilliant light arises, And everything becomes clear to THEM.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
"Why couldn't Hook do a spinning dance move, just like how Clara does?" She clenched her tiny fists and pouted her cute lips, her chubby little face looking redder than ever under her signature felt hat. "Please, Mr. Svarog, can you please help Hook with this?" Without saying any words, Mr. Svarog began to hold out his robotic arm. "I'm g—gonna be sick!!! Put me down now! Please!"
Post-Op Conversation
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"You're awake... Thank you." "You... saved my life, Natasha. The one who should be saying thanks... is me." "No, I should be thanking you... for holding on until I finished the surgery." The doctor and patient smiled wearily at each other and said nothing more.
