Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Chapter 838 The Dawn of a Rose (5)

"Is that so? It just so happens that today's Flower God's Birthday Festival is almost over."

Nilu walked slowly forward, her light footsteps seemed to be stepping on the quiet galaxy, and finally stopped in the center of the stage.

She slowly turned around, her eyes casting a gentle moonlight towards the audience, a peaceful smile on her lips:

"Since we are in a dream, can the final 'Dance of the Flower Goddesses' bloom even more magnificently?"

Ying clapped lightly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, and said with a smile, "I've been fascinated by this. Please dance to your heart's content. Let us witness this miracle at this moment."

Paimon floated in mid-air, his smile as bright as the dawn. "Finally, I get to witness a complete Flower Goddess Festival with my own eyes! The perfect ending belongs to you, Nero. Enjoy this brilliant moment that belongs only to you!"

Arata Ichito raised his thumb generously, his voice loud but sincere: "Well done! I've been waiting for your dance, Miss Dancer, let me see Xumi at her most beautiful!"

Jiuqi Shinobu nodded slightly, his tone calm and firm: "Dreams will eventually dissipate, and waking up is a new day. As the final chapter of the Flower God's Birthday Festival, leave no regrets, and make every moment worthy of your conscience."

Yuan Xi scratched her head, a warm smile spreading across her face. "We, and every audience member watching you, are all looking forward to it. This time, there won't be any more interruptions—come on, sister, and perform the most perfect dance in your heart!"

Everyone left the stage one by one, their figures quietly falling under the stage, leaving the entire stage unreservedly to the only protagonist of the night -

Nilu.

They stood quietly outside the light and shadow, using their eyes as lights and their hearts as companions, ready to devoutly witness this dance of soul and beauty.

Nilu stood alone on the stage, the night breeze blowing her skirt like petals trembling in the breeze.

She took a deep breath and let the memories come flooding back, recalling all the ups and downs she had experienced tonight.

Once upon a time, she thought that the sudden interruption of the great sage would make all her efforts go to waste, like a flower that suddenly withers before it is halfway through its bloom, destined to leave an unhealable scar in her heart.

When countless pairs of eyes looked at her expectantly, the heavy expectation almost bent her back.

If she fails to achieve everyone's ideal, the subsequent disappointment will cover her like frost and freeze her completely.

It was under such heavy pressure that she relied on an inextinguishable obsession and persevered until this moment.

However, the appearance of the great sage ultimately shattered her beliefs and all her fantasies of a perfect performance.

From that moment on, she understood: if she stood on this stage again, the scenes of the past would flash before her eyes like a kaleidoscope - doubts, interruptions, freezing, silence... Those scenes were enough to make her unable to dance anymore.

So, ironically, she was actually glad that the celebration came to an abrupt end, as the stage was sealed in ice and snow.

At least, that kind of cold silence is easier to bear than the dead silence after failure.

But this moment is different.

This is a dream.

If it was a dream bestowed by the Little Auspicious Grass King, it meant that the gods were still waiting for her dance and expected her to offer the most sincere praise.

She should try her best to look her best.

If this dream wasn't woven by divine will, then she had nothing to fear—there were no mistakes in dreams, and failure wasn't a failure. She could cast off all her shackles and dance a truly authentic dance on this illusory stage.

A "Dance of the Flower Goddess" without any regrets.

Thus, Nilu's heart became calm, like a lotus pond under the moon, without any ripples.

This time she no longer feared losing her footing, worried about what others might see, or carried a heavy burden. She could simply follow her heart and dance with her dreams.

In this holy temple built of dreams, she will dedicate her dance to the Little Auspicious Grass King, to the lights of thousands of homes in Xumi City, and to all those who have believed in her.

bring it on--

Let the petals fly to the beat and let the moonlight crown the melody.

Let this night be a truly complete and timeless birthday celebration for the goddess of flowers.

Nilu gently raised her hand, as if holding up a piece of moonlight, and a green grass crystal butterfly fluttered its wings as bright as starlight and landed on her fingertips.

It trembled slightly, and then responded to her wishes. As its wings moved, it transformed into a crystal clear emerald green pistil, like the most exquisite creation of nature.

She held this essence of life devoutly in her palm. In an instant, the brilliant light of life burst out from between her fingers and spread out like ripples.

As she slowly raised her hand, countless streams of light poured down from the stage like fireflies, cutting through the night and rushing to every corner of Xumi City.

That little bit of light quietly illuminates the silent theater and dispels the deep darkness.

At this moment, all the residents of Xumi City raised their heads at the same time, following the wonders in the night sky.

A female voice, as gentle as a spring breeze and as clear as the sound of a spring, gently echoed in everyone's ears: "Sorry for the wait, everyone."

In the center of the stage, Nilu stretched her body, striking the dance pose she had practiced a thousand times and memorized. Her skirt lifted slightly, her eyes gleamed, and her voice was clear and resolute:

"Let me offer the Dance of the Flower Goddess to the gods!"

After she finished speaking, she slid lightly into the center of the stage like a petal lifted by the spring breeze and began her dance.

The light rippled slightly, as if moonlight was pouring down, giving her a hazy and holy halo.

Her arms stretched out slowly, like a newly blooming night-blooming cereus quietly opening in the quiet night; her toes tapped lightly, like a dragonfly skimming across the lake, without disturbing the waves but leaving ripples.

Her dancing is extremely graceful, her figure is as light as a feather, every turn is like a cloud passing through the sky, and every glance back is like a star shining in the deep sky.

As light as a startled swan, graceful in its swiftness; as graceful as a swimming dragon, powerful in its flexibility.

The ups and downs of the limbs and the rhythm of breathing are perfectly integrated, interpreting the rhythm of life vividly.

It is a tribute to nature, a chant of the soul, and a poem interwoven with time and space in dance steps.

Nilu was completely immersed in this small stage, freely displaying her dancing skills that were the result of her talent and hard work.

Her movements are smooth and fluid, combining both strength and flexibility, seamlessly blending the divinity of the flower goddess' dance with the beauty of humanity.

Every movement of the hands and feet is not only a display of skills, but also an outflow of emotions, a pious tribute to the origin of life.

In this perfect posture, the true meaning of the Dance of the Flower Goddess is finally revealed.

Below the stage, the crowd held their breath in concentration, with only the breeze brushing past their ears.

Paimon couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow!"

Ying stared at Nilu's graceful dancing figure on the stage, her skirt fluttering like a lotus blooming in the moonlight, and her toes tapping like stars falling in the long river.

However, in the midst of this beautiful dance, her thoughts drifted away unconsciously, and the gentle yet tough face appeared in her mind - Dina Zedai.

"I didn't get to see Nero's Flower Goddess Dance with my own eyes. It's a pity."

The sound of her whispering that day still seemed to echo in my ears, so clear that it made my heart tremble.

That was her deepest wish and her most sincere attachment to the culture of her hometown.

But now, the scholar who was both wise and elegant could only lie on his sickbed due to the torture of the demonic scale disease and was unable to attend this grand celebration in person.

Thinking of this, Ying couldn't help but feel a surge of regret and sadness in her heart.

Indeed, her figure seemed to appear in the audience seats where light and shadow were intertwined.

But that was just an illusion woven by dreams to make up for the shortcomings, a puppet with only form but no soul or heart.

The real Dina Zedai is now lying quietly beside the little auspicious grass king, receiving the blessing of healing.

Just as Ying was immersed in her thoughts, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a hazy shadow not far away.

She was a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and with elegant temperament. Her every move showed the aristocratic style - it was Dina Zedai!

What is even more touching is that her eyes closely follow Nilu on the stage, with a focused and smart light flashing in her eyes, as if her soul has truly descended here.

"This...how is it possible?" Ying's heart was shocked, confusion surged like a tide.

At this moment, a gentle and smiling voice came from the void, like a spring breeze blowing through my heart:

"Since my people are so eager to see the Dance of the Flower Goddess, how can I bear to disappoint them?"

"Narcida?!"

"Where are you?"

Ying and Paimeng looked around, but only saw the movement of light and shadows, but no trace of human figures.

That familiar voice sounded again, with a hint of playfulness and mystery: "I'm preparing a surprise. Right now—look, the stage!"

The two immediately turned their attention to the center.

In an instant, sparks quietly ignited from the edge of the stage, as red as clouds, but not scorching. Instead, they exuded a warm and vigorous breath of life.

Flames rose layer by layer, and amid the exclamations of the crowd, a magnificent crimson phoenix slowly spread its wings and took shape.

Its wings are like flames, its eyes are shining, sacred and solemn.

He gently lifted up the astonished and delighted Nilu on the stage, spread his wings and took off from the Zubair Theater deep in the Grand Bazaar, soaring into the night sky outside.

"Ah! It's Iya!" Paimon jumped up excitedly, his voice full of incredible joy.

Iya, transformed into his original form, carried Nilu and traveled across the skyline of Xumi City.

They flew over the brightly lit markets of the Grand Bazaar, over the Academy's towering buildings, and through the city where ancient ruins and green vines were intertwined.

Nilu stood on the phoenix's back, her clothes flowing freely, her dance steps never pausing. Every turn she made, every lift of her sleeve, merged with the radiance flowing around her, as if the stars danced with her, the moonlight paving her way.

The dazzling light and the leaping fire on Yiya's body complement each other, as if heaven and earth are celebrating together and all things are rejoicing together.

Suddenly, two completely different long roars cut through the sky and leaped up from deep within the city.

A fairy beast came walking on the clouds, its entire body covered with soft sky-blue fur, its body sleek and agile, with a pair of dark red horns on its head shining brightly - it was the fairy beast Qilin, a symbol of benevolence and auspiciousness.

The other one was completely snow-white, with wings on its back, four steady legs, a tail like a cloud, and two crystal clear horns - it was the mythical beast Bai Ze, who knew all spirits and could predict good and bad luck.

Two legendary spirit beasts circled the night sky, dancing slowly around the crimson phoenix. Beneath the galaxy, the three converged, creating a spectacle never before seen: the phoenix led the way, the qilin praised virtue, and the white lake prayed for blessings, all guarding the flower goddess' dance dedicated to the gods.

At this moment, the entire Xumi City seemed to be holding its breath.

The wind stopped, the lights came on, and my heart became intoxicated.

This transcendental dance not only pays homage to the goddess of the rainforest, but also embodies a young girl's unfulfilled dream and a god's most tender response to his people.

The night sky of the Flower Goddess' birthday is eternally bright because of this dance.

The dream began to crumble, and the Xumi City built by illusion slowly melted away in the misty light of the morning. The bricks, stones and columns turned into fireflies, drifting away in the wind, as if the entire city was being gently erased by memory.

A whisper could be heard among the afterimages in a corner of the city.

"You invited me here specifically to do this kind of thing?"

The seventh Fatui executive officer, the lady, gazed at the Flower Goddess' Dance, which was about to end on the Phoenix's back, a hint of unconcealable astonishment in her tone.

The dancing posture is like the flowing moonlight, and the last petal is falling quietly.

"It's not just you." Caesar raised his hand and pointed to the side of Phoenix. The figures of Qilin and Bai Ze were looming. "Ganyu and Mingyuan were also invited up by me."

"So, I'm just here to add icing on the cake?" The lady chuckled, a hint of self-mockery curling up her lips. "Is it worth it? It's just an illusory celebration."

Caesar paused slightly, his gaze fixed on the fading lights. "Isn't it worth it? Little King Jixiang Grass doesn't get such a grand birthday celebration every year. Such a grand spectacle is rarely seen even in real life."

"In reality, it was rudely interrupted by those annoying beings."

"But in this dream, why can't regrets be fulfilled and beauty be perfected? Is this also a sin?"

The lady shook her head slightly, a helpless smile in her eyes: "It's really hard to imagine...you and the doctor, you have such a relationship."

She thought it over again and again, and finally sighed, "Well, I'll do you this favor. Consider it a way to establish a good relationship between our Ice Queen and the little gods of Xumi."

Caesar smiled, gratitude flashing in his eyes: "Thank you very much."

As soon as the words fell, both of them raised their hands at the same time.

In an instant, Caesar's ice-blue divine eyes and the lady's cold icy evil eyes complemented each other, releasing a refreshing chill.

The cold lights interweave, like frost and snow dancing together, weaving the last ray of tranquility in the afterglow of dreams.

The night spreads out like velvet, and beneath the sky, an invisible rhythm quietly awakens.

In an instant, countless streams of ice-blue light rose into the air from all directions like the frosty breath exhaled by the polar regions.

These ice elements spiraled upwards following some ancient and mysterious rhythm, pulling and entwining each other in the sky, like millions of crystal silk threads woven by invisible hands.

They gather and condense deep within the clouds, reshaping their forms layer by layer—angular ice crystals grow and stretch in the void, outlining the contours of petals;

The veins formed by the cold air spread like life, forming the skeleton of the flower stems and leaves.

In the end, a magnificent bouquet of ice sculptures towered over the sky, crystal clear, as if carved from a whole piece of moonlight. Each "petal" reflected the faint light of the stars, and the silence contained the power to bloom.

At this moment, Nilu, flying on the wings of a flaming phoenix, stood on its back.

She slowly stretched out her arms, her fingertips tracing the night wind, completing a "knot dance" posture that symbolizes the return of all things to their origin and the cycle of life.

The movement was gentle yet contained the power of law, as if it was a secret message delivered to heaven and earth.

With her last gesture, the bouquet of ice sculptures in the sky suddenly "bloomed"!

A silent roar resounded deep within everyone's soul—millions of meticulously carved ice crystal petals bloomed simultaneously, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.

Then, countless ice crystals as tiny as stardust and pure as teardrops fell from the sky, fluttering down like a reverse meteor shower, or like diamond snow presented by the God of Winter for the celebration.

They shine between the lights and the moonlight, gently brushing people's hair and shoulders, bringing a refreshing coolness.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. The dancing ice crystals not only illuminated the night sky but also brought the Flower Goddess Festival to its most glorious conclusion.

This is not only a visual feast, but also a resonance of the spirit of nature and the beauty of life. Using ice as ink and the sky as paper, we write an eternal poem belonging to this day.