Jia Changjiang never imagined that his unintentional acquaintance with Wuku would bring even the slightest change to this world.
Unintended acts sometimes bear unforeseen fruits…
At this moment, Jia Changjiang and Lumine had already melted three patches of eternal ice and were heading toward the deepest reaches of the snowy mountain.
Their destination? The very culprit behind the changes in the mountain:
The Skyfrost Nail. Along with it, the final heart of the eight stone tablets lay in the very heart of the snowy mountain.
After climbing up the mountain path and traversing the caves carved into its frozen slopes, they finally arrived at the cavern where the Skyfrost Nail had fallen.
Upon their arrival, Lumine ascended to a high platform and touched the three sources of power surrounding the Nail. Under their watchful eyes, the Skyfrost Nail—once shattered into three pieces—reassembled itself. Slowly, it rose into the sky, hovering in midair, its base pointing directly to the location of the eighth stone tablet.
This was the final mechanism to unlock the hidden chamber.
Standing atop the summit, Jia Changjiang and Lumine gazed at the Skyfrost Nail floating above the heart of the snowy mountain. Recalling the stories they had heard, they couldn’t help but linger, observing it for a while longer.
The two of them knew that the Nail suspended before them was the very instrument of destruction that had brought ruin to the ancient capital millennia ago.
Or rather… it was the gods who descended the Skyfrost Nail that had destroyed the city.
Lumine, gazing at the Nail, became uncharacteristically solemn and asked in a low voice, “Jia Changjiang, if the story you told me is true… does that mean the people of this world aren’t even allowed to seek wisdom?”
“That must have been… before the Seven Archons established their system, right?” Jia Changjiang replied, turning to her.
“Jia Changjiang,” Lumine asked, “what kind of place do you think Celestia really is?”
“Celestia…” Jia Changjiang murmured. “I think Venti mentioned it once. Every Vision bearer is someone with the potential to ascend and become a god. They qualify to set foot in Celestia. The Archons’ Gnoses are also connected to Celestia, resonating with it.”
“But…”
He stopped mid-sentence, hesitant to continue.
What he refrained from saying was this: Whether it was Zhongli or Venti, neither seemed particularly hesitant to abandon their Gnoses.
As the only two remaining members of the original Seven Archons, Jia Changjiang suspected Zhongli and Venti might know the truth about Celestia.
But for some reason, neither of them seemed inclined to reveal it—not now, at least.
The journey… it’s all about the journey. Everything will be revealed at its end.
“It’s okay,” Jia Changjiang said, a determined glint in his eyes. “The journey is only beginning. As long as we keep moving forward, we’ll find the answers eventually.”
“Mm.” Lumine nodded. “There’s still plenty of time ahead of us.”
“Now… should we head to that hidden chamber?”
Lumine turned to Jia Changjiang. “Is that chamber the same place as the one depicted in the murals from that story?”
“Most likely,” Jia Changjiang replied with a nod. “Let’s go.”
Descending the snowy mountain, they made their way to the long-abandoned ruins of the ancient capital. Among the remnants, they found the mechanism that led to the hidden chamber.
Together, they strained to turn the ancient device. With a harsh, grating sound, the chamber—sealed for a thousand years—finally opened.
After unsealing all eight stone tablets, unlocking three chests, and restoring the Skyfrost Nail, this was the final room they had to uncover.
The massive door stood open before them, its presence enough to make Lumine and Paimon feel a hint of nervousness.
But in the end, Jia Changjiang and Lumine pressed forward, stepping into the chamber.
The moment they entered, the room lit up with flames, illuminating the walls adorned with murals—the very ones painted by the princess of the snow mountain.
At the center of the chamber stood a massive blue greatsword, its blade shimmering with an icy glow.
“These murals…”
Jia Changjiang and Lumine looked around, studying the images.
The first mural depicted the gods guiding humanity.
The second showed humans building a grand city.
The third, though unfinished, hinted at a lush, verdant landscape—the snow mountain as it once was.
“Jia Changjiang, are these the princess’s final works?” Lumine asked, her voice tinged with emotion. Her gaze shifted to the greatsword. “And this sword… is it the weapon left behind by her beloved?”
“Yeah… it should be,” Jia Changjiang replied, his eyes on the blade.
Paimon, speaking softly, remarked, “Looking at these murals and the sword… it reminds me of what Mr. Jax told us. It’s kind of sad when you think about it.”
“Jia Changjiang.”
Lumine’s voice broke the silence. “I want more people to know about the story of this snowy mountain.”
“Is that so? How do you plan to do that?” Jia Changjiang asked, nodding. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“Hmm… maybe copy the story into Mondstadt’s library?” Lumine mused, furrowing her brow.
Jia Changjiang nodded thoughtfully. “But if it’s just placed in the library, it might not reach enough people. However…”
“We could try publishing it as a novel. If the story of the snowy mountain is written down, more people might hear about it.”
“That’s a great idea! But what title would you use for the novel, Jia Changjiang?” Lumine asked curiously.
Jia Changjiang pondered for a long moment. Finally, his eyes fell on the swirling snow outside the chamber, and he said, “Let’s use the name Wuku.”
Wuku, the Chronicler.
Having decided to share the story of the snowy mountain, the two turned their attention back to the greatsword.
[Snow-Tombed Starsilver]—the weapon forged from starsilver once belonged to Imunloka, the wanderer of the snowy mountain.
Now…
Jia Changjiang stepped forward, grasping the blade imbued with the power of ice.
The sword, sealed here for millennia, was finally ready to see the light of day once more.
With a firm pull, Jia Changjiang lifted the sword from the ground.
Holding it, he could almost feel the weight of the stories it carried.
“Jia Changjiang, what will you do with that sword?” Lumine asked curiously.
Jia Changjiang smiled faintly.
“I’ll keep it safe. For me, weapons are like books—chroniclers of the past.”
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