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

Noah grinned and stretched out his hand. "Come."

The Void Realm Force System, freed from Phanes's seal, slowly descended from midair in the temple into Noah's palm. As soon as his hand touched the system, countless black and purple runic chains emerged from the orb of light, threading their way into his body.

These chains, composed of runic text, represented the Chains of Abyss Order, the manifestation of the Abyss system itself.

As Noah gradually gained control of the Void Realm Force System, he could sense the full power of Teyvat's other side—its darkness, its corruption, its filth, and the hatred borne by humans, elemental creatures, and all things.

Simultaneously, regions of Teyvat he had previously been unable to perceive became clear in his mind. The vast Abyss Moon Sky beneath Teyvat's surface now vividly unfolded in his thoughts. Every place touched by abyssal energy or the world's shadow was revealed to him, just as the Human Realm Force System and Light Realm Force System had previously allowed him to view the world's positive aspects.

The countless whispers he once couldn't comprehend now became clear, deciphered in his ears. It was the collective voice of every darkness within Teyvat—a cacophony formed by all the world's shadowed thoughts.

A projection of Teyvat materialized in his hands, but this one was an ominous black and purple image. In his other hand, a golden, sacred projection of Teyvat emerged. Finally, a white projection of Teyvat floated into view.

These three projections represented the entirety of Teyvat's governing authority:

• The Light Realm Force System, embodying the world's positive aspects.

• The Void Realm Force System, representing the world's shadow.

• The Human Realm Force System, embodying the destiny of the world.

When the three converged, they constituted the entirety of Teyvat's governing framework.

The golden, black-purple, and white projections began to merge into a multicolored projection of Teyvat. Encircling this combined projection, a radiant golden halo appeared, representing the Supreme Order, the framework dictating the trajectories of all three worlds.

Noah's face lit up with satisfaction. "Finally, everything in Teyvat is under my control~."

He could now clearly feel that the life and death of every Abyssal being in Teyvat rested on his whim.

Abyssal beings were inherently born from the energy, matter, and rules of Teyvat's shadow. It bore a resemblance to Tiamat's black mud from the Moon Type world, which birthed creatures like Lahmu.

As he reveled in his newfound power, a playful smirk curled on Noah's lips as he looked toward a specific direction.

With the Void Realm Force System fully activated, the Abyss Moon Sky had become the definitive Abyss of Teyvat. As its creator, Noah could naturally sense every ounce of the Void Realm's power.

This meant that the Abyss Prince Aether, too, had now become his subordinate in the truest sense. Noah could strip Aether of his Void Realm Force at will, just as he could revoke Aether's Light Realm Force through the Light Realm Force System.

In short, Aether, the so-called Abyss Prince, was now no more than clay in his hands, ready to be molded however Noah saw fit.

Noah grinned mischievously as he strolled toward the Abyss Moon Goddess's throne. With the Light Realm Force, he restored the throne to its former glory, then sat down, crossed his legs, and rested his face against his palm, awaiting the arrival of a certain someone, ready to surprise him.

With the activation of the Second Throne, the exterior of the Crimson Moon was swarming with countless Abyssal creatures, a dense sea of them. They howled and roared in Abyssal tongues, worshiping their creator with fervent devotion.

These creatures, devoid of intellect, instinctively regarded the Second Throne as their creator.

Aether had also arrived outside the Crimson Moon. As someone who already wielded Void Realm Force, he was considered the natural "child of the creator." The Abyssal creatures, lacking direct orders, dared not approach him and instead parted to form a path leading directly to the Second Throne.

Among the Abyss, only humanoid Abyss Heralds, Abyss Lectors and Abyss Mages possessed intelligence. The Abyss Heralds and Abyss Lectors, second only to the Abyss Prince in status, were few in number despite the vast hordes of Abyssal creatures. Even fewer among them had the honor of serving the Abyss Prince directly.

Each Abyss Lectors or Herald's strength varied drastically. Besides Enjou, renowned for his archaeological prowess, only two Lectors—known for their combat abilities—were close enough to the Abyss Prince to serve as his immediate attendants.

These two, the Violet Lightning Agnarr and the Fathomless Flames Egill, were nearing god-like strength. However, without recognition from the creator, they could not truly ascend to divinity. Now, they proudly followed behind the Abyss Prince, singing his praises.

"It's been over six millennia," Agnarr began, his tone reverent. "Ever since the Second Throne was sealed by the tyrant, it's finally seen the light of day again."

"Fool! It's not seeing the light of day—it's seeing the Abyss," Egill corrected.

"Ah, you're right. My apologies—my tongue's been tainted by human habits. Yes, it's seeing the Abyss once more."

"Once the Abyss Prince ascends to the Second Throne, we, as his most loyal subjects, shall also rise to become equals to the Seven Archons. When the Abyss floods the surface, I will personally present the head of the strongest Archon, Morax, to our prince."

"And I shall offer the head of Barbatos, the second oldest among the Archons, to our prince."

Watching the two adept sycophants, Enjou quickly joined in. "Though my strength pales compared to you both, I will effortlessly claim the head of Inazuma's Beelzebul."

Aether, exhilarated at the prospect of claiming the Second Throne, basked in their flattery, his ego swelling. He failed to notice the peculiarity of the Void Realm Force System: though it had been activated, it no longer resonated with him. He chalked it up to the system's inherent nature, dismissing any concerns.

"Let's go," Aether declared, confidence radiating from him. "The Seven Archons are nothing. My true enemy is the Heavenly Principle of Celestia." With that, he strode into the temple that had once sealed the Second Throne.

"Indeed," Agnarr and Egill chimed in unison. "The Seven Archons are beneath the prince's concern. Leave them to us—we'll bring their heads to you!"

"Count me in. I'll be the first to claim an Archon's head!"

"Me too!"

As Aether entered the temple, his brow furrowed. Something felt off.

Why couldn't he sense the Second Throne anymore? Just moments ago, the Void Realm Force within him had stirred, resonating with its summons.

Where was the Second Throne? It should be here!

Aether's mind reeled. I had a massive Second Throne—where did it go?!

Suddenly, he felt a tangible gaze pierce through the space. His head shot upward.

What he saw made his heart sink: seated atop the highest point of the temple, on the divine throne, was a man resting his face against his hand, his expression full of amusement as he looked down on him.

The Abyss Prince's heart skipped a beat. A chilling sense of foreboding raced from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Cold sweat dripped uncontrollably from Aether's forehead, his mind blank and spinning with dizziness.

Who was this person? Why was he here? How could he be here? What had happened?

This was the place where Phanes had sealed the Second Throne, a location inaccessible unless the throne itself had torn apart Phanes's seal from within.

A terrifying thought crept into Aether's mind.

Could Nibelung not have perished? Was the First Elemental Dragon King merely sealed?

But Nibelung had been a primordial dragon, not a humanoid figure. Yet, Aether could faintly sense a trace of Light Realm Force emanating from this being.

As Aether stood frozen, drenched in sweat, the two Abyss Lectors behind him stared dumbfounded at the figure seated on the divine throne.

As Abyssal beings, they could unmistakably feel the aura of the Creator radiating from the figure. Just a glance at him stirred an almost uncontrollable urge to prostrate themselves before the supreme Creator.

The three Lectors exchanged panicked looks.

Having lived thousands of years in the Abyssal Sky, they were among the oldest of Abyss Lectors and knew well that the original Creator had long since disappeared.

What was this new Creator-like presence?

Or worse—was the erosion of the Heavenly Principle finally descending upon them without their awareness?

Aether managed to calm himself, though sweat continued pouring down his face. He forced out a question: "Who are you?"

Whoever this was, Aether was sure of one thing: the Second Throne had already been claimed by him.

He was too late—someone else had seized the prize.

Noah looked at the tense, near-hysterical Abyss Prince and chuckled. "First time meeting you, traveler twins of another world. Relax, don't be so nervous. After all, you could even be considered my senior."

Although his words seemed friendly, a wheel of dark purple light appeared behind him, slowly rotating.

The aura of the Second Throne emanated from him—profound, mysterious, and supremely sovereign.

Aether's eyes widened in disbelief. "You… You know me? Senior? Could it be… you're a descender who arrived after my sister and me?!"

"Wait!"

As if struck by realization, Aether's face began shifting through a kaleidoscope of expressions like a chameleon.

He thought back to the string of unfathomable events that had unfolded in Teyvat over the past few months—the transformation of Teyvat into a sealed planar world (a.k.a: dimensional world) enclosed by the Infinite Serpent.

His heart pounded wildly.

No way! Are you telling me this was all done by someone?

And the culprit was standing right before him.

Beads of sweat rolled down his face like a stream.

To reshape Teyvat—a broken and fragmented world—into a fully-fledged planar realm… just how powerful would one have to be?

Even in the vast cosmos, such a feat would mark someone as an apex existence, a being standing at the very pinnacle of the pyramid.

A thousand versions of himself combined wouldn't be enough to fend off someone like this.

Noah watched Aether's shifting expression with amusement and spoke with a playful tone. "You just asked me who I am, didn't you? Well, since you're my senior, I suppose I should properly introduce myself."

"My name is Noah, the Fifth Descender, the Lord of the Eternal Throne, the current First and Second Throne—the Heavenly Principle—the Abyss Sovereign—and the master of Teyvat."

As Noah finished speaking, the Primordial Law Ring appeared behind him. Slowly, he rose from the divine throne and descended the stone steps.

"I'm not particularly interested in fighting you, Senior. Honestly, if I flicked you with one finger, I'd probably end up begging you not to die. And frankly, you're Lumine's brother—if you die, it'd make things rather complicated for me when dealing with her. So, I'd much prefer for you to eat well, drink well, and happily be my friend."

Noah's face bore with a smile full of sincerity, but the supreme aura emanating from him grew heavier by the second.

Aether stared at this man, who claimed to want friendship yet exerted oppressive pressure on him all the while. His mind raced with a string of expletives from Earth.

Shameless! You're threatening me, aren't you? What the hell is this—forcing me to kneel and obey?

Behind Aether, the three Abyss Lectors were already groveling on the ground, their foreheads pressed firmly against the floor.

At this point, they would have to be absolute fools not to understand what was happening.

This Fifth Descender, whose power eclipsed the Fourth Descender by an unimaginable margin, had not only taken down the tyrant but also seized the Throne of the Heavens. And now, here he was, claiming the Abyss Throne as well.

To the Abyssal beings, the Abyss Throne was the embodiment of the Creator—the supreme, inviolable authority. Kneeling wasn't just necessary—it was inevitable. And it wasn't enough to kneel with their bodies; their minds and souls had to prostrate as well. Anything less, and the Creator's displeasure could erase them in an instant.

As Noah strolled leisurely toward Aether, radiating an aura of dominion, Aether's face twitched uncontrollably.

He couldn't move. The space around him had been locked. Stay calm… stay calm…

No, I can't stay calm! He could crush me with a single finger!

Noah stopped in front of Aether, still smiling, and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure you wouldn't deny me this small courtesy, right, Senior Aether?"

Aether swallowed hard. Courtesy?

Do you even hear yourself? You've got me frozen in place. If I don't give you 'courtesy,' are you going to rip my head off right here and now?

Realizing that he was completely outmatched and with his life in this man's hands, Aether decided to be pragmatic. As a traveler who had journeyed across countless worlds, he knew when to bend.

"Of course, of course! How could I refuse you? There's no grudge between us, after all. Please, don't call me Senior—I don't deserve it. Just call me Little Aether."

In an instant, Aether's expression transformed into a radiant smile, completely masking his earlier panic and cold sweat.

Noah nodded, still grinning. "Ah, but that wouldn't feel right. After all, we're both Descenders. Calling you 'Little Aether' might be seen as impolite."

He then glanced toward the three Abyss Lectors behind Aether. The Lectors caught on immediately.

Enjou scrambled forward, groveling as he said obsequiously, "Lord Sovereign, who here would dare criticize you? We're nothing but your loyal dogs—woof, woof!"

"Exactly, Lord Sovereign! You're the ruler of the Abyss, and Aether is merely the Abyss Prince. You could even call him 'son' if you like!"

Aether's face involuntarily scrunched into a grimace, a mix of complex emotions swirling in his mind.

Just moments ago, these three buffoons had been showering him with flattery. Now, they had turned on him, metaphorically stabbing him in the back without hesitation.

For a fleeting moment, he found himself understanding his "useless" sister Lumine's disdain for the Abyss. What kind of ragtag group is this?

But then…

Aether glanced at the smirking Fifth Descender, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. It reminded him of his sister. The sheer audacity, that shameless grin—it was uncanny.

Wait a second.

Didn't he mention my sister earlier?

Wiping the cold sweat from his face, Aether cautiously asked, "Lord Noah, just now… did you say something about my sister, Lumine?"

Noah's smirk deepened, his tone dripping with amusement. "Not 'just now.' I did, in fact, mention her, Brother-in-law."

Aether couldn't stop himself. "What the hell?!".

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