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

Kitsune Saiguu came back to her senses, her memories intact and unbroken. In just two seconds, her sharp mind pieced together what had happened. Looking at Yae Miko, who clung to her and sobbed like a child, her golden eyes softened with an almost maternal tenderness.

She raised her hand and gently patted Miko's back.

"Miko, it's been five hundred years. Look at how much you've grown. Be good now, don't cry. I'm back."

Listening to the familiar voice, Yae Miko tried to control her tears, but no matter how much she struggled, the droplets continued to flow freely. Not wanting to appear too embarrassed, she refrained from wailing, letting only quiet sobs escape her lips.

Knowing this wasn't the time to act spoiled, she finally released Kitsune Saiguu and turned her face away to avoid letting that mischievous god see her weak and vulnerable state.

But how could she escape his gaze?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw ripples form in the air as a Kamera materialized, and with a bright flash, it captured her tear-streaked expression. Miko puffed her cheeks indignantly.

Even when she cried so miserably, this personality-flawed god from Celestia still insisted on teasing her. How infuriating!

Fine then, watch all you want!

Wiping away her tears with her sleeve, Yae Miko glanced at Noah, who pretended as though nothing had happened and casually stored away the Kamera. This time, her gaze no longer held any resentment. Instead, there was an unplaceable, ethereal warmth that even she herself didn't notice.

Unaware of Miko's subtle emotions, Kitsune Saiguu turned to Raiden Ei and bowed deeply. "Your Excellency, the Shogun, I have returned. I apologize for failing to protect Inazuma in the past."

Raiden Ei's lips pressed into a thin line. "It is I who should apologize."

Kitsune Saiguu shook her head gently. "No, Your Excellency, you are blameless. The fault lies with me as your inadequate retainer."

With that, she looked at the young deity who had resurrected her. This god from Celestia, far surpassing Raiden Ei in power.

"I…"

Before she could finish her thought, Noah waved dismissively. "Your resurrection is merely a reward for Miko's success in completing Celestia's mission. If you want to thank someone, thank her instead."

Though he brushed off his act as a simple reward, Kitsune Saiguu knew the truth. Granting her a second chance at life was a kindness that outweighed even the love of one's parents—a debt she could never repay. While Noah may have considered it trivial, Kitsune Saiguu could not.

For now, however, she had no choice but to keep her gratitude unspoken. She turned her attention to Miko, who was still quietly wiping away her tears, embarrassed like a child afraid of being caught sulking.

"Thank you, Miko."

Miko immediately clung to her arm. "Lady Saiguu, what are you saying? I only happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Kitsune Saiguu's smile was radiant, imbued with maternal warmth. "You're as stubborn as ever."

At that moment, Noah turned his attention to Ayato and Ayaka Kamisato, smiling as he addressed them.

"And what about you two? Speak your wishes now. If you remain silent, I'll assume you have nothing to ask for."

Ayaka's delicate face turned a bright shade of red. Flustered by the idea of missing her chance to receive the Celestial Lord's favor, she stammered.

"I—I want… I want to revive my mother. Please… please…" Her nervousness caused her words to stumble, her excitement almost overwhelming her.

Noah nodded, having already anticipated their request. After witnessing such miraculous power, it was only natural for the Kamisato siblings to yearn for the return of their parents. After all, this was the greatest regret of their lives.

Kamisato Ayato stepped forward, his usual composure unwavering, though a faint trace of excitement could still be heard in his voice.

"Lord God, my wish is to resurrect my father."

After he spoke, the two siblings exchanged a glance. Words were unnecessary; with just a look, they understood each other's thoughts.

Each person could only make one wish—only one individual could be resurrected. They were certain that the god before them would never allow anyone to exploit loopholes, nor would they ever dare to try.

If Ayato had requested to resurrect both of their parents and asked Ayaka to wish for something else, it would surely bring down the crushing weight of fate upon them.

Facing a benevolent deity, one must not succumb to greed; otherwise, divine retribution would be inevitable.

As the saying goes: "When virtue does not match one's station, calamity will follow." The Kamisato siblings had understood this truth since they were very young.

The opportunity to make a wish of this magnitude, one so generously granted by a god, was already a stroke of unprecedented fortune.

Noah chuckled. "You two are truly refreshing."

The Kamisato siblings shared another glance, exhaling in relief. Their cautious approach had paid off, and they had even received praise from the god himself.

Above, twelve stars in the heavens began to shine brightly.

Today, the world of Teyvat was rife with peculiar occurrences. Almost all of these phenomena were good omens, and even the ones whose outcomes were uncertain brought no harm. Yet the sheer strangeness of it all unsettled many hearts.

In the Sumeru rainforest, Mona stood by a dirt path, nibbling on a Zaytun Peach. Her expression twitched as she glanced skyward.

"Again? Seriously, does it never end?"

Tossing the peach aside, she patted her growling stomach and muttered to herself, "I'd better hurry up and retrieve that old hag's box. With all these bizarre happenings, I'm bound to get caught up in something unlucky!"

With that, she quickened her pace, heading toward Mondstadt.

Meanwhile, in a room in Fontaine City, a silver-haired, red-eyed girl gazed at the sky through a window.

"Someone has repeatedly disturbed the Loom of Fate, yet the Heavenly Principles has not unleashed divine retribution. What in the world is going on?"

Skirk frowned deeply.

Centuries ago, her master had sent her to Fontaine to help resolve the nation's prophecy. To prevent the waters of the Primordial Sea from flooding the land, they had even placed the All-Devouring Narwhal within the Primordial Sea to slow the impending deluge.

The prophecy of Fontaine was nearing its fulfillment, yet now these inexplicable anomalies kept cropping up, events so unprecedented that even Skirk couldn't decipher them.

Fortunately, most of these occurrences seemed to bode well.

Even so, they left her utterly at a loss.

"This goes far beyond the prophecy foretold by the seer Vedrfolni," she muttered, rubbing her temples in frustration. "If even the seer's predictions can fail, what's the point of me overthinking this?"

Sighing, she leaned back and resigned herself to the inevitable.

"Whatever. I'll just stick to the original plan! If anything goes wrong, I'll just blame it on the seer."

The ceremonies awarding those who had contributed to Teyvat had come to a close. As Noah prepared to take a leisurely stroll through Inazuma City, he suddenly froze, overcome with elation.

"Haha! Istaroth, I've finally found you in that time shard!"

Before the stunned gazes of Raiden Ei and the others, Noah's body dissolved into shimmering motes of light, vanishing with a soft pop.

Drawing upon the authority of time, Noah entered the Interstice of Time.

Unlike a flowing river, the timeline of Teyvat resembled a fragmented mirror—a countless array of shards pieced together to form a cohesive whole.

One could imagine it as a riverbed filled not with water, but with countless shards of broken glass.

Thus, altering the past in Teyvat was extraordinarily difficult without the complete authority of time. It would be easier to battle the Heavenly Principle itself than to change history.

Noah arrived within the time shard that housed Istaroth. The sight before him left him momentarily speechless.

Standing there was a tiny figure, no taller than his forearm. She had short white hair, a cloak adorned with the starry cosmos, and a blue crown resting atop her head. Her doll-like dress was trimmed with blue lace, giving her the appearance of a miniature royal figure.

"Blue Paimon?" Noah muttered incredulously.

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