Some Millelith looked hesitant, their faces still etched with fear.
But then—
One soldier suddenly lifted his spear, gripping it tightly before slamming it against the ground.
The sound echoed, and soon others joined in.
One by one, then in twos, then dozens and hundreds, until every Millelith standing before Jia Changjiang pounded their spears against the Jade Chamber’s floor in unison.
The resounding clang of their spears striking the ground grew louder and more rhythmic, an unrelenting drumbeat of resolve.
While a single soldier’s action might be inconsequential in the grand halls of the Jade Chamber, the synchronized movements of hundreds—thousands—of soldiers produced a tremor that reverberated throughout the platform. Even the Adepti, standing some distance away, felt the vibrations beneath their feet.
“The rock shall hold firm, unyielding as mountains. The shield shall stand strong, dispelling all evils!”
One Millelith shouted the ancient motto of their ranks, and the cry was quickly taken up by others, growing louder and more forceful with each repetition.
“The rock shall hold firm, unyielding as mountains. The shield shall stand strong, dispelling all evils!”
Lumine watched in awe as the Millelith roared and struck their spears against the ground. The sheer force of their united voices and movements left her feeling parched, her throat dry with emotion.
The tremors beneath her feet, the thunderous shouts in her ears—it was a different kind of shock altogether.
Wave after wave of voices, strike after strike of their spears, reignited the Millelith’s morale, smothered moments earlier by fear of the god before them. Even amidst the torrential rain, their spirit blazed anew.
And yet, the Adepti remained puzzled. Why had Jia Changjiang expended so much effort to rally the Millelith after stabilizing the Vortex God?
To a god, the strength of mere mortals—even thousands—was insignificant.
Having fought countless gods in the past, the Adepti understood this truth better than anyone. However, since the time had been bought by Jia Changjiang, they chose to hold their tongues and quietly gather their strength.
Ningguang, standing ready to maneuver the Jade Chamber above Osial, found herself uncertain.
Jia Changjiang’s actions were baffling, but deep down, her intuition told her that he was sincere. What he did now, as incomprehensible as it seemed, might truly be for the good of Liyue.
And so she waited.
Jia Changjiang, seeing the Millelith united in purpose and their spirits rekindled, smiled.
They too want to protect Liyue.
If he alone couldn’t repel the Vortex God and protect Liyue, then others would have to join him.
If one person’s strength wasn’t enough, then they would stand together.
When strength fell short…
Jia Changjiang turned to his system, activating an ability he had earned in Liyue—a title, to be exact.
The Mortal Taisui God.
He stood before the Millelith, smiling as he equipped the title.
When power is insufficient… bring together the strength of many.
The inevitability of death is like a natural disaster—it arrives suddenly, without warning, like an earthquake or tsunami, unyielding and unstoppable.
And so…
In the next instant, a pain even greater than wielding celestial power or the might of Sun Wukong surged through Jia Changjiang’s body.
Black energy erupted from him, his Exorcism Seal flaring to life in radiant gold.
“Corruption entering his body?” Xiao’s expression darkened. “Why now?”
He prepared to rush toward Jia Changjiang, but Granny Ping raised a hand to stop him.
“Vigilant Yaksha, stay calm. Though it appears similar, this is no ordinary demonic corruption.”
[The title ‘Mortal Taisui God’ has been equipped.]
Jia Changjiang felt the grudges and resentments of ancient gods absorbed into the title surging through his body, inflating it to the brink of bursting.
The black energy enveloping him made him appear monstrous, ferocious.
But in his mind, the knowledge granted by the title flowed like a divine decree:
Taisui, the Star God of the Mortal Realm, ruler of the year’s energies, master of the heavens’ order, overseer of fortunes and calamities.
Taisui governs the balance of blessings and misfortunes. Revered as both a bringer of fortune and a dreadful god, it is a divine force that defends humanity against disasters.
Jia Changjiang absorbed this revelation, feeling the power coursing through him as golden patterns began to glow beneath his skin. Through gritted teeth, he recited the words ingrained in his consciousness.
“Let all curses falter, let all evils retreat! Demons and specters, heed this decree!
“Drive away corruption, bind the wicked! Taisui stands before you! All gods, retreat!
“There will be no blessings, no joy—but no disasters, no grief. For today…
“The Star God of Taisui is here!”
The black aura around Jia Changjiang surged skyward, forming a towering column of mist that pierced the storm clouds. The heavens darkened further, but within the blackness shone streaks of gold.
The Millelith standing before him felt it—a bond forming, a contract forged. The traveler who had stood among them moments earlier, who had seemed almost divine yet undeniably human, now extended a solemn decree:
Together, we will defend Liyue.
“Taisui stands before you!”
Jia Changjiang’s voice thundered like a divine proclamation.
“I call upon the strength of the Millelith, upon your bodies and your resolve, to safeguard this land and its waters! This is my pact!”
Golden lines spread across his body, illuminating his upper half as he addressed the Millelith.
“Do you accept?”
In response, the Millelith slammed their spears against the ground in unison, their action resonating like an unspoken oath.
At that moment, Jia Changjiang became one with the Millelith—a singular force, bound by the pact he had forged.
The collective determination of the Millelith surged to him, transformed into the power of Taisui, and flowed back into their ranks.
Now, the Millelith had become a unified entity—a single, resolute force.
“The contract is sealed,” Jia Changjiang said calmly, looking at the transformed Millelith.
“This battle may cost you your lives.” His voice remained steady as he asked, “Do you regret it?”
The Millelith’s response was a resounding roar that shook the heavens.
“We regret nothing!!!”
Jia Changjiang smiled. Turning to face Osial, who continued to fixate on him, he stood alongside the Millelith.
“Our enemy stands before us…”
The Millelith raised their spears, their collective battle cry piercing the storm.
“Forward without fear!!!”
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T/N: great moment but now I have to remember to replace the title name from earlier chapters…
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