The colossal iron staff split the sky, tearing through storm clouds and sending them swirling chaotically. The sheer force of its presence weighed heavily on the battlefield as it descended toward the sea.
Osial, the Vortex Demon God, felt the oppressive power radiating from the staff and turned all five of his serpent heads toward it. Energy began to gather in their gaping maws, each serpent charging a blast of divine might to intercept the staff’s descent.
“What… what is that?”
In Liyue Harbor, the citizens huddled together, hoping the adepti and Qixing could repel the ancient god. But then they saw it—a towering golden staff stretching from the Jade Chamber to the heavens, its carved runes gleaming faintly through the storm.
Some gasped in awe, while others whispered in fear.
“Is it a divine weapon? I’ve never seen anything like it in Liyue’s history…”
A sharp-eyed merchant climbed to higher ground for a better view. Squinting, he read the engraved characters etched into the staff’s surface.
“Ruyi Jingu Bang…”
“What did you say?” his companion asked, following his gaze.
“It’s inscribed with a name,” the merchant stammered. “Ruyi Jingu Bang. A weapon… but who’s wielding it? Is it an adeptus?”
Even from afar, the citizens could see the flashes of light as Osial’s divine attacks collided with the staff.
On the Jade Chamber, those present were no less astounded.
Jia Changjiang, gripping the staff as it continued to grow, leapt into the air, using the borrowed power coursing through his body. He was a figure of defiance against the impossible.
“This… this is insane,” Keqing muttered, watching in disbelief.
Lumine, clutching the golden hairs he had thrown to her, could only marvel at the sight.
Jia Changjiang looked down at the oncoming projectiles of divine energy aimed at him and grinned through the pain. His voice carried across the battlefield.
“Take THIS!”
With a mighty effort, he raised the Ruyi Jingu Bang high above his head, his body trembling under the strain. Borrowed power surged through him—Adepti energy, the strength of the Monkey King’s hairs, and the overwhelming weight of the staff itself—all threatening to tear him apart.
But he swung the staff downward with all his might.
The divine energy hurtling toward him popped like fragile bubbles as the staff crushed through them, unleashing shockwaves that rocked the stormy battlefield.
The staff’s trajectory continued downward, slamming into one of Osial’s massive serpent heads.
The impact sent the head crashing into the ocean, raising towering waves that swallowed the surrounding waters. The other four heads writhed in pain, letting out deafening roars that echoed across the battlefield.
When the serpent head re-emerged, part of it was shattered, slowly reforming as it absorbed seawater.
For the first time in millennia, the ancient god had been injured.
“Not done yet,” Jia Changjiang growled, his voice strained but resolute. “One more!”
He leapt higher, the staff spiraling through the storm clouds above, churning them into a vortex that mirrored the chaos of the sea below.
From his elevated position, he gazed down at Osial, whose heads flailed in both fury and defiance.
I don’t have much time.
Jia Changjiang knew that his body couldn’t withstand this power for long. The energy borrowed from the Monkey King’s hairs burned through him like molten fire, his muscles and bones barely holding together.
But there was no turning back.
“Second strike—catch this!”
The Ruyi Jingu Bang descended again, this time straight toward Osial’s central form.
Osial, enraged, focused all five of his heads, pooling their divine energy into a single massive water pillar. Unlike his earlier scattered attacks, this was a concentrated beam, aimed solely at countering the staff’s trajectory.
The water column surged upward, colliding with the staff in mid-air.
For a moment, the two forces were evenly matched.
Jia Changjiang’s grip on the staff tightened as cracks spread across his skin, blood oozing from the fractures. The borrowed power tried to tear him apart, but he refused to relent.
“FALL!!!”
With a roar, he forced the Ruyi Jingu Bang downward, its golden glow intensifying. The water column split apart under its might, and the staff struck Osial once more.
The resulting explosion was blinding. Waves and wind surged outward, battering the Jade Chamber and its defenders.
Osial let out a pained, furious scream as the impact ripped through his form. One of his heads was torn asunder, reduced to water that dissipated into the ocean.
The remaining heads writhed in agony, their movements erratic as the ancient god’s form struggled to recover.
On the Jade Chamber, the others shielded themselves from the shockwave, staring in awe at Jia Changjiang.
“That’s…” Ningguang whispered, watching the Ruyi Jingu Bang pierce through the storm clouds above.
Lumine tightened her grip on the golden hairs.
You’re reckless, she thought, her expression conflicted. But you’re incredible.
Osial’s remaining heads gathered, their collective fury causing the sea to rise and twist into towering waves. The ancient god’s wrath was palpable, his divine energy swelling to unprecedented levels.
Below, Zhongli observed the scene with quiet intensity.
“This…” he murmured, watching as Jia Changjiang turned the tides of the battle.
“…This is a contract fulfilled.”
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