Genshin Impact: I, Heavenly Principle, Will Make Teyvat Supreme

Rumble rumble rumble—

All life on the Divine Star raised their heads to gaze into the sky.

A cosmic spectacle unfolded before their eyes, and everyone knew exactly what was happening.

It was the mightiest god, Artosh, engaging in a battle with a god from another universe. The sheer terror of such "giants" made all tremble—including other gods.

All large-scale Gift Games were public, so every lifeform was aware.

"Is that truly the extent a god can reach?"

Even Ocain, who had never feared Artosh, felt dread in his heart. Though the distance was vast, his very divine essence seemed as if it would be torn apart by the oppressive aura of deep space.

He admitted that Artosh was the strongest god, but he also believed that the gap between them wasn't as exaggerated as it appeared.

The reason Artosh had never fought him was because Ocain had never intended to take up the Star Grail, nor had he sought to challenge Artosh.

He had only joined the war because his children wanted to bring the Star Grail to him. He couldn't bear to discourage their filial devotion, so he allowed their actions.

And Artosh wasn't truly a mad god—he only fought fellow gods who wished to challenge him.

At that moment, Ocain's Gift Game descended upon him.

[Gift Game Name: Who is the God of Forge?]

This is not one of the 27 True Name Battles, but a forge-based duel.

Battle, forging, weaponry, creation—

Offer your proudest might before the heavens.

Participants: Disboard's God of Forge Ocain, Teyvat's God of Forge Hephaestus

Victory Conditions: Triumph through combat or surpass in forging.

Defeat Conditions: One side yields or is defeated.

Organizers: Teyvat Heavenly Principle, Disboard One True God

A golden meteor descended from the sky and landed before Ocain. Behind him, the battleships forged by the Dwarves were thrown into chaos by divine pressure and intent.

"God! All ships have been thrown off course! Stabilize now!"

"Ship One is stable!"

"Ship Two's spirit circuits are obstructed!"

"Ship Three has partial crew unconscious!"

Flames erupted from Ocain's nostrils, and his eyebrows and beard—made of fire—burned intensely. A black hammer silently appeared in his hand. It looked ordinary, but the warped space around it made clear this was a divine tool usable only by Old Deus.

This was the hammer he used to forge all things and shape the very land.

After over ten thousand years of work, one-third of the mantle beneath the Divine Star's surface had been reforged into a unique material.

He intended to reshape the entire planet according to his ideal.

Just another ten or twenty thousand years, and the entire world would be remade.

"A sudden change like this even forced me to leave the forge. God of Forge from another universe, you're quite domineering. That Artosh fellow can't even compare to your lot."

Forcing all life in both universes to participate in predetermined duels—this wasn't just domineering. It was the very embodiment of domination.

Hephaestus let out a light laugh. A hammer also appeared in his hand, though his was far more ornate.

Originally a god from the Campione World marked by the Teyvat Universe, he had won in the contest of True Names. Many of his original-world kin had won as well—especially Earth Mother Goddesses—but he was one of the few Gods of Steel to emerge victorious. That alone testified to his strength.

"You're right, Ocain. The gods of our universe are quite domineering. Actually, maybe not us, but our Supreme Lord. Naturally, we must follow His grand will."

"Hehe. Then let our duel begin, Ocain."

Ocain's wisdom-filled eyes burned with flame as he spoke with pride.

"I admit, you people are frighteningly strong. I can feel it—you are much stronger than me."

"But this land is my kingdom, my sacred forge. Now that you're within my domain, things won't be that easy."

Hephaestus chuckled: "Such narrow perspective. But fine, this is good."

Did this native not see it? He had witnessed countless worlds. Could a mere local compare? Even if Ocain's rules surpassed his own, Hephaestus was still a Third-tier Primary God, a star-exploding class entity.

He had forged divine tools for the Olympian gods—his hammer carried the power of the Twelve Olympians. Against Ocain, his chances of victory exceeded 70%.

Without further words, he swung his hammer at Ocain.

He had chosen the more direct and violent of the two Gift Game paths.

Sky thunder, sun fire, lunar light, forge flame—all these forces erupted from his hammer.

"Narrow perspective? Looks like you've invaded quite a few worlds. I, this old relic, know my limits."

Ocain instantly unleashed a glimmer of divine essence.

The earth, space, time-space, and skies all shimmered with mechanical projections. Light cables resembling a plague stretched toward the heavens.

These were the lands and spaces he had reforged—his true domain.

"Kids, get clear. This old man can't guarantee your safety in a fight. If you get hurt, it'll break my heart."

Boom—

Their hammers collided. In an instant, space compressed at the point of impact, as if a chunk of land had vanished.

The Dwarf fleet quickly obeyed the retreat order.

"My Lord! You must win!"

The Dwarf commander, Lóni Drauvnir, shouted from the bow.

"Good lad! This old man won't lose!"

Clang clang clang clang—

The sound of hammering echoed across the entire planet.

The Dwarf fleet had barely pulled back when a Gift Game descended upon their entire race.

Teyvat's Lower and Middle Gods appeared.

The Elves received the same—Lower and Middle Gods descended into their forest.

As for the Ex-Machina...

...

In the deep space of the universe—

All the Flügel watched the cosmic spectacle with frenzied screams.

Azril beat her wings and shrieked: "Ahhhhh! Lord Artosh is so powerful! No god can match Lord Artosh!"

Rafil spread her arms wide and laughed: "That's right! No god can stand against Lord Artosh!"

The Flügel believed unconditionally that their Creator was invincible.

Except Jibril, the rebellious one.

Jibril: "Why... does this feel so strange..."

...

Rumble rumble rumble—

[Heavenly Smite—]

Artosh's voice echoed across the entire galaxy. A pillar of light spanning over a thousand light-years tore through dozens of stars. Unimaginable energy, infused with the concept of conflict, gathered into a single point and struck.

If this blow landed, the surrounding ten thousand light-years would be affected.

In the star cluster, one region became incredibly bright—like a thousand supernovae exploding at once.

...

Yet in that moment, where the Heavenly Smite landed, there was no explosion. Instead, all color vanished—it turned black and white.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the entire universe turned black and white.

[Reveal the essence of all living things! All-Beings Doctrine—]

A voice, domineering and resolute, echoed in every lifeform's ear—it was Raiden Ei.

Buzz buzz buzz—

The boundless, vast deep space of the universe turned black and white in the blink of an eye.

In front of this black-and-white dichotomy, everything fell into a state of stasis.

At this moment, whether observed through physical or mystical means, whether planets or microscopic particles, all things radiated "spirituality," as if they were granted "life" in that instant.

Not only matter, but even laws themselves appeared to become active. Countless laws seemed poised to personify and manifest in human form.

All phenomena in the world—everything possesses a soul.

Not just color, but even the sound of all things had been stripped away.

In this black-and-white universe, only one sound remained.

The scope of this monochrome world was immense—exceeding ten thousand light-years.

This was the domain of the Teyvat Universe.

The cosmology originated from the Teyvat Universe, so naturally, its power could not surpass the height of its source.

This is the principle: "A fountain cannot rise higher than its source."

Over ten thousand light-years of deep space had turned to black and white, with its laws completely replaced by the cosmological laws.

The core star cluster—such an immense region—was wholly halted and altered, causing violent disorder in the cosmic operational laws outside the monochrome zone.

The structure of the entire galaxy was being distorted, with countless celestial bodies deviating from their original trajectories.

It could be imagined as inserting a stick into a stirred vortex within a bucket—the entire whirlpool would collapse.

And now, that was what was happening to the entire galaxy.

The galaxy's structure was collapsing.

At this time, the power of the cosmology was still in an incomplete state. If it had been complete, the moment the Pseudo Star Map Creation activated, it would have destroyed an entire universe.

Currently, within the range affected by the cosmology, all things were frozen.

It appeared as though time had stopped—but it wasn't time itself. It was a deeper, more fundamental force.

Aside from the Sustainers of Heavenly Principles, no peer-level Supreme God could directly contend with cosmology.

Aether was shocked—even the laws of the Abyss within his body had been suppressed.

Though he hadn't lost his combat capability entirely, ninety percent of his power was restrained. The remaining strength was still that of a Supreme God, but even wielding it was now extremely difficult.

"Cosmology"... Could the Abyss faction also have its own cosmology?

Aether's heart burned with passion.

Buer pursed her lips. A gentle light flickered in her otherwise calm eyes. She had once entered the Temple of Truth.

Inside the Temple of Truth was a cosmology belonging to Sumeru, though its completion was low, and the power it could exert was minimal.

Otherwise, she would have tried to acquire it long ago.

Raiden Makoto smiled as she looked at the rampaging might of Ei.

The Pseudo Star Map Creation could only be used when she and Ei were together. Alone, neither could activate it—and even when together, only one could wield it.

Still, she wasn't good at combat. It was best to leave the fighting to Ei.

...

Though the Flügel were frozen in place, their eyes reflected the black-and-white world.

Their bodies could not move, but their thoughts were still free.

"The entire world has been frozen! We can't move!"

"Impossible! Even Lord Artosh has been frozen!"

"Lord Artosh is the strongest god!"

Jibril's eyes reflected the vanishing point of her vision.

In the entire world, only one existence retained color—the one who had caused all of this.

At this moment, excitement, fear, thrill, worry, and confusion all surged through her mind.

She was the last of the Flügel to be created by Artosh, the youngest of them all.

She was special—referred to as an Exceptional Unit.

Artosh had created her during the peak of his divine consciousness, after slaying the strongest Dragonia, the Dragon King. He forged her with the lingering regret of being the "strongest."

And she, too, bore that very regret.

Though she respected Lord Artosh just like her sisters, she had a different desire—to grow stronger and challenge him, to fulfill his lingering regret.

Her sisters thought she was insane, but Lord Artosh acknowledged her.

So she continued to grow stronger, approaching the throne three times.

But not once had she made Lord Artosh lift even a single finger.

Her sisters couldn't believe Lord Artosh could ever lose. If he did, they would be devastated, wailing in despair.

But she felt genuine joy. At last, Lord Artosh's wish was being fulfilled.

A wish? Even gods have wishes.

"Ah~ Lord Artosh is finally going to be defeated."

...

Raiden Ei looked at the frozen "Heavenly Smite," and at the end of it stood the God of War, like a statue in black and white.

The image of tens of thousands of stars around the Heavenly Smite resembled marbles surrounding a cosmic pillar.

"The world has been frozen. My divine essence, my energy, my attacks—they seem to have gained lives of their own. They no longer obey my consciousness. No, perhaps even my consciousness is just one of the controlled."

"Is this the power I sensed? The one that made me feel threatened?"

"It actually made me feel like a fragile ant."

Though Artosh was frozen, his consciousness could still communicate.

"What is this power? The victor who has defeated me."

Raiden Ei snapped out of her shock, though she didn't show it.

She had known the Pseudo Star Map Creation was absolute power, but she hadn't expected it to be this absolute.

This universe's rule-based structure was immensely firm and strong, yet it was still absolutely rewritten...

No—this wasn't just rewriting.

It was more like a new universe expanding within the current one.

"Pseudo Star Map Creation. Possession of it signifies the Ruler of the Divine Collective—a natural sovereign."

Raiden Ei spoke few words, but each one was clear.

Absolute power meant an absolute sovereign.

Unless one was also a wielder of the Pseudo Star Map Creation, or surpassed it in hierarchy, it would be impossible to oppose it directly.

"A born absolute sovereign, in every sense. Then there's no need to wait. Grant me defeat, mighty sovereign."

Artosh understood that he could never triumph over such absolute power.

Yet he was elated. His title of "strongest" no longer felt hollow.

He was merely the strongest among gods. Beyond gods, greater powers existed within and outside the universe.

Raiden Ei: "As you wish."

The Heavenly Smite that spanned a thousand light-years shattered in an instant like glass, breaking further and further, down to the smallest particles.

Crack crack crack crack crack—

Then it dispersed evenly across the deep space of over ten thousand light-years.

It formed a vast nebula—a cradle for the birth of countless stars.

The next moment, the monochrome world vanished, and everything returned to normal.

[Gift Game Name: Shattering the False Title of "Strongest"]

The title of "Strongest" is the target all things aspire to challenge.

Yet a naturally strongest being without challengers bears only a hollow title.

Shatter the "emptiness," transcend it, and seize control of your own concepts and laws.

Participants: God of War Artosh, Raiden Ei

Victor: Raiden Ei, by shattering the false title of "Strongest."

Organizers: Teyvat's Heavenly Principle, Disboard's One True God

[The defeated "God of War" Artosh, under the witness of Teyvat's Heavenly Principle and Disboard's One True God, shall become a god of Teyvat.]

Noah's lips curved into a smile.

This was practically a transaction between two universes.

With Artosh becoming a god of Teyvat, his conceptual essence would also be transferred to Teyvat.

Disboard's One True God? Naturally, the system was acting in proxy.

A legitimate sale of cosmic concepts.

"The most critical variable has been settled. Now, what's left is just a game."

"The Gift Game itself is a game, so the concept of 'game' has skyrocketed, and the 'divine essence' of gaming has been passively activated."

He looked toward the place where the divine essence of "game" was becoming active. A faint smile on his lips, he uttered a few words—the divine essence that was activating trembled instantly, revealing an emotion of fear.

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