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

"Oh~ You really dare to dream big."

Tsaritsa's fleeting thought couldn't possibly escape Noah's notice. He immediately let out a teasing chuckle, his fingers stroking her chin with deliberate intimacy.

"I-I wouldn't dare... Lord Heavenly Principle..." Tsaritsa's heart trembled at once, her voice filled with fear as she spoke, her lips trembling as she stared at the golden membrane of Noah's eyes.

The thoughts within her were instinctive. No matter how she tried to suppress them, as long as her consciousness existed, they could not be erased.

The so-called calming of one's mind, rendering it blank, only applied to beings of the same level. To higher beings, it was no different than laying one's mind completely bare.

Especially in front of Lord Heavenly Principle.

"This is perfectly normal. No need to be afraid. Everything in the universe now revolves around my will."

Noah gently brushed his fingers along Tsaritsa's chin.

"In my eyes, whether goddess or woman, their essence is female. Divinity and humanity are a unified existence, not a dichotomy of cold, emotionless laws."

"Thus, the stronger the god, the stronger the divinity—and equally, the stronger the humanity. The most powerful gods embody all that is good in humanity... and all that is evil."

He permitted the existence of humanity's evil—but only when it was under control. Otherwise, there would be no need for the Divine Seats of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Tsaritsa couldn't believe Noah's face was drawing ever closer until their lips met.

Since Tsaritsa dared to think it, Noah saw no reason to act coy. Besides, she was one of the first gods to follow him, and he had indeed neglected her for a long time.

In truth, Tsaritsa was very gentle—a goddess of love beyond dispute, even rivaling the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.

The only issue was that she loved too deeply. So much so that she'd even defy her superior for the sake of her beloved, without a moment's hesitation.

It was simply a case of letting emotion override reason. And when she snapped back to reality, she always regretted it deeply.

Tsaritsa carefully tried to wrap her arms around Lord Heavenly Principle's back. When she noticed he didn't mind, she gently embraced him.

Her mind felt as though it had gone mad. She was being too bold.

At this moment, she felt even more insane than when she had decided to rebel against Phanes.

She was holding the supreme Lord Heavenly Principle—the origin of the Great Universe.

This...

Her consciousness began to rise, detached from her body.

Planets, galaxies, cosmic structures…

Eventually, the full view of the Teyvat Universe appeared before her. The entire universe's full form.

Her vision continued pulling back. In the Dimensional Gap beyond the Great Universe, countless plane worlds orbited the universal barrier in an orderly fashion.

These plane worlds were newly born and contained no intelligent life.

Her view extended again. A massive crimson dragon, measured in light-years, flapped its wings along the edge of the universal barrier. Beneath its wings, new plane worlds were born.

Those countless worlds were created by the mere flapping of this crimson dragon's wings.

Such infinite power.

The crimson dragon sensed something and opened its golden slit pupils to glance at her.

In the next moment, knowledge of the Great Universe's entirety and the Dream Truth flooded her consciousness. Her understanding of Truth soared.

Then she realized the identity of that infinitely powerful crimson dragon.

Soaring around the Great Universe, giving birth to countless planes beneath her wings...

No god knew how long she had been flying, nor how many planes she had created.

She was one of the Four Pillars of the Universe, one of the Four Supreme Truths: Dream.

After receiving a mere glance from the True Red Dragon God Emperor, Tsaritsa's consciousness was instantly forced to return.

Outside the Great Universe, in the Dimensional Gap...

The eternally soaring crimson dragon—Great Red, the True Red Dragon God Emperor—looked inward toward the Great Universe. She had been awakened.

She had suddenly sensed a gaze, and that gaze was connected to the Heavenly Principle.

"God-King, Tsaritsa... Is she yet another god loved by the Heavenly Principle?"

Her golden slit pupils slowly closed. Compared to what was happening within the Great Universe, she cared more about guarding its outer layers.

What happened inside the universe held no relevance to her, nor would she interfere.

"Still... the quality of Dream is much lower than that of the other Truths. I wonder if Lord Heavenly Principle intends to raise its upper limit."

Among the Four Supreme Truths, only the Dream Truth had the lowest quality—it hadn't even reached standard single-universe level, merely weak single-universe.

Therefore, her power was also the weakest among the Four Supreme Gods.

Though she was only weak single-universe, as the embodiment of Truth, she remained far stronger than the Four Almighty Gods.

...

Tsaritsa returned to herself and found that Lord Heavenly Principle had already vanished.

Her slender, snow-white fingers touched her lips in a daze. She had been overwhelmed by the full view of the Great Universe. Just a second of seeing it had been too much.

And she had been glanced at by a Truth, receiving the gift of the Dream Truth.

"Lord Heavenly Principle..." Her fingers slowly lowered from her lips to rest over her chest.

Witnessing the full scope of the Great Universe had granted her the potential to ascend to a Primordial God.

The most crucial step in ascending from Supreme God to Primordial God was witnessing the full view of the Great Universe and imprinting its knowledge and information onto one's consciousness.

Only then could one forge the authority to create a small universe.

The gift of Dream would allow her to ascend more smoothly and swiftly.

Was this what it meant to be loved by the Heavenly Principle?

Was this the happiness of being cherished?

Gods loved others, but gods also longed to be loved.

To be loved by others, by the will of the universe, by the Heavenly Principle.

"I will not betray your love, Lord Heavenly Principle."

Tsaritsa placed both hands over her chest, her cheeks faintly red, her gentleness glowing with happiness.

...

Fontaine.

The style of Fontaine was completely different from that of other nations.

At this moment, Fontaine resembled a civilization from an interstellar age.

Beyond divine magic, the most striking aspect was the endless presence of technological constructs: countless floating star-ring cities as large as planets, orderly moving starships, neon lights, and holographic projection screens hanging everywhere.

All kinds of advanced robots and numerous linked star-ring cities formed hollow, star-like formations.

It was entirely the cultural core of a futuristic high-tech civilization.

And that description was not incorrect. Fontaine had become the universe's technological nation, a holy land revered by scientists across the cosmos.

Scientists from all over the universe had gathered here, and in just a thousand years, Fontaine had transformed into a world of the future.

At the center of the Court of Fontaine, in the main divine temple—

Furina was experiencing unprecedented terror.

Ever since she had invited a true conceptual god born during the Great Universe merger—the God of Doubt, Holou—she'd been on the verge of mental collapse.

Furina stared blankly at the girl floating in the void before her, seated atop a giant ink bottle about the height of a person, resting her face on one hand. The girl looked no older than twelve or thirteen.

"What do you want to ask me again? I've already told you—even if my other half is a Supreme God, that doesn't mean I know everything."

Despite her words, the girl asked with the same emotionless tone as always:

"Question: Since the heart reflects life's experiences and emotions, and also represents intellect, then—sorrow, joy, sadness, hatred... what determines the change of a being's heart?"

"Ugh..."

Furina clutched her head, shaking in distress as she heard yet another round of bizarre questions tossed at her without warning.

"Why was I so nosy back then?! Why did I meddle so much?!"

A thousand years ago, during the merging of the universes, she had happened to stumble upon Holou. At the time, she had been ecstatic.

A conceptual true god born from the Great Universe's laws.

Conceptual true gods represented specific cosmic concepts and could naturally grow to the level of Primary Gods—and even ascend beyond.

Holou had already reached the strength of a Primary God surpassing the norm, with combat capability approaching galactic level. If she ever received a Truth's gift, she would be guaranteed to become a God-King.

Her extraordinary growth was largely due to the unique nature of her domain: the concept of Doubt and Exaggerated Hope.

Whether it was skepticism or desire, rejection or hope—all these fed Holou's power.

Furina also discovered that Holou was the creator of the Ex-Machina, a mechanical species.

Naturally, she happily accepted the Ex-Machina into Fontaine.

With that, Fontaine's technology skyrocketed.

But her joy lasted only a few years before the nightmare began.

At first, when Holou asked her questions, she casually answered, thinking it was a sign of friendship.

But the questions grew increasingly profound. Many of them left her utterly baffled. When she replied that she didn't know, Holou refused to believe her.

Holou insisted that as a Supreme God, a bearer of the universe's secrets, Furina ought to be able to answer everything.

Well, sure, she could figure it out with effort. But who had the energy to discuss deep academic questions all day, every day?

"Question:..."

Holou started another query, but Furina cut her off before she could finish.

"Aaaaaah! Holou! Have mercy! I'm your superior god! I don't want to hear any more of your questions! Go find Neuvillette! He's the Dragon King who commands the authority of water across the universe, and he's a proper Supreme God!"

"If you ask him, he can definitely answer all your questions. Yes! Every single one!"

"Or go to my divine persona, Focalors. Focalors is a genuine Supreme God too!"

As she spoke, she hastily tossed over her notebook that listed Neuvillette and Focalors' locations.

And with that, she vanished from Holou's sight.

Let others deal with this disaster—Neuvillette, Focalors, she left Holou to them. As far as Furina was concerned, she was merely a persona and had no need to shoulder this 'blessing.'

Fontaine, unlike other nations, had only one official Community that enforced the law: the Court of Fontaine.

At the center of Court of Fontaine, in the Palais Mermonia, Neuvillette had finally completed all state affairs and now had the leisure to sample waters from across the universe.

"Hmm... This glass is from Earth's Antarctic spring in Universe-Spacetime No. 37. Aged for hundreds of millions of years—such flavor lingers."

The small universes had been catalogued with standardized numbers by a coalition of pantheons.

Currently, Teyvatian worlds were classified into two types: small universes, which were defined as spacetime entities, and those in the Dimensional Gap, which were defined as plane worlds.

"Hm?"

Neuvillette's expression turned serious as he looked toward the God of Doubt standing before his desk.

"Holou, God of Doubt. Are you here to pose another question? Just as well, I happen to have some time. I will answer if I know."

Even Neuvillette found himself helpless before Holou.

When she had first arrived in Fontaine, she had caused chaos everywhere—approaching anyone at random with a question. Many had been driven to despair, filing endless complaints to the Palais Mermonia.

Holou had once been lectured sternly by Focalors, but it had no effect. In the end, she was detained under public disturbance laws for several months.

Yet once released, she resumed disturbing the public—and worse, the Ex-Machina began mimicking her behavior, randomly stopping people to ask questions.

At one point, Neuvillette's office was flooded with complaint letters.

With no other choice, Focalors had to establish a special Gift Game to regulate Holou and the Ex-Machina.

They couldn't ban Holou from asking questions outright, as that would be unreasonable. So they instituted a rule: Holou could only ask questions of those who consented to answer.

Since then, complaints decreased—though not entirely.

Thus, Holou became the nightmare of the Fontaine Pantheon—a god feared by all.

However, because of Holou and the Ex-Machina, Fontaine's technology advanced by leaps and bounds, turning it into the scientific sanctuary of the entire universe.

At that moment, Focalors, posing as an ordinary god while watching a play at the Opera Epiclese, wiped the cold sweat from her brow and sighed in relief.

"Whew... thank goodness she went to find Neuvillette."

Her fear of Holou was equal to Furina's.

Could one even imagine the horror of Holou asking different questions for decades on end? How many questions had Holou asked back then? Ten billion? Twenty billion?

After successfully escaping from Holou, Furina appeared on a bustling street.

Though Fontaine was a scientific sanctuary, it was far from cold or lifeless—in fact, it remained vibrant and lively, much like in the past.

Furina patted her chest and exhaled deeply. "Finally escaped. Holou is just too terrifying."

"I should go play cards with Tet."

Back during the universe merger, the planet Disboard had first emerged in Fontaine. As a result, most of Disboard's gods and species remained in Fontaine.

Fontaine's tech boom owed much not only to Holou but also to Ocain, the God of Forge.

Meanwhile, the God of War Artosh was currently studying in Fontaine, learning from the gods of Teyvat how to maintain autonomy rather than be swayed by concepts.

Furina blinked out of existence and reappeared in a game parlor.

This wasn't just any card room—it was a social venue for well-known gods of Fontaine. Only deities with fame were allowed entry.

As she arrived, a shrill cry rang out.

"Royal... Royal... Royal Flush!"

"Ahhhh! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

Tet crossed her legs, leaning back as she watched the Flügel girl glued to the table, eyes locked onto her hand of cards. Tet spread her hands with a playful grin.

"What's so impossible? I'm Tet, the God of Games. Unless your rank exceeds mine, not a single god of equal tier can beat me at a game~"

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