For a god, tracking the origin of a group of refugees was hardly a difficult task.
Following the deep and shallow ruts and footprints that stood out vividly against the snow, he headed north.
Soon, the outline of a ruined, desolate human village appeared in his field of view.
Most of the low stone-and-wood houses had collapsed, half-buried under the snow.
What caught his eye even more, however, was a bizarre plant growing unnaturally in the center of the village, its massive branches and leaves sprawling wildly.
“Hmm?” Moh paused, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
“A Cryo Regisvine? It actually made its way from Mondstadt all the way to this border buffer zone.”
Seeing this demon monster, both familiar and strange, memories from his past life as a gamer involuntarily resurfaced.
He still remembered his “joyful” days as a complete noob, using Amber with a Training Bow to slowly chip away at this big guy’s health bar…
And the utter chaos when Barbara, the internal traitor of his team, put a water ring on him and got him frozen solid.
Later on, as character power inflated, all sorts of absurd skills and ridiculous damage numbers appeared—Butterfly’s Embrace, Endure Like the Moon, Hear the Roar of the Sun.
The Cryo Regisvine had degenerated into something easily one-shot, no better than a dog by the side of the road.
Of course, the Teyvat of reality had no same-element immunity mechanism like in the game, nor did it have any poise bar.
To an Archon who had emerged victorious from the Archon War’s “battle royale,” such a pure elemental lifeform was essentially just a big, somewhat distinctive live target.
Before Monomakh’s uninhibited divine aura, the Cryo Regisvine—which had been quietly rooted as if absorbing cold energy from the ley lines—jerked awake.
Its giant flower head snapped in Moh’s direction, the elemental core at its center flashing violently.
Its thick roots rapidly pulled out from the frozen soil, attempting to dive into the ley lines and slip away.
Yet its movements were still far too slow.
In front of a god who had intentionally locked onto it, escaping was a pure delusion.
The first thing to visit its big, broad face was an ice-blue beam of light traveling far faster than sound.
It was a throwing spear formed in an instant out of pure Cryo element, less than two meters in length.
Compared to the Cryo Regisvine’s massive body, it was as slender and inconspicuous as a toothpick.
Yet it was this little flying stick that plunged straight into the elemental core in the very center of its flower head.
*Crack—*
A sound like breaking ice echoed out.
The terrifying kinetic energy contained within the spear uprooted the Cryo Regisvine’s massive body, lifting it entirely off the ground.
Like a stone cast by a giant deity, it flew backward, crashing with a thunderous boom into a low snow-covered hill behind the village.
Snow mixed with frozen earth and rocks collapsed and sloughed down, raising a vast cloud of white snow-fog, as if a sudden blizzard had struck.
Monomakh stood where he was, without even making a throwing motion with his arm.
He looked at the billowing snow-fog, his heart largely unruffled.
During the war, this move had pierced through countlessly powerful monsters and rival gods.
Using it on a Cryo Regisvine was truly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
As the snow dust gradually settled, he casually raised his hand and gave a gentle wave.
The fluttering snowflakes seemed cowed by a sovereign’s will, altering their trajectory and parting to the sides to swiftly reveal the buried scene.
The small snow hill had been nearly leveled by more than half.
The previously fierce Cryo Regisvine had completely wilted, its massive body shrinking and degenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its ice-blue leaves lost their luster, curling up, and its thick stem rapidly thinned out.
In just a few breaths, the giant plant that previously required several people to encircle had regressed to its most basic form—
A trembling Cryo Whopperflower, barely half a person tall, dropping loot with a series of pops as three Hoarfrost Cores rolled onto the snow.
The Whopperflower hugged its head tightly with its thin leaves, shaking like a candle in the wind under the gaze of a superior being.
Its pitiful intelligence could not comprehend at all why it had attracted a dimensional strike from a sect-ancestor-level entity.
Moh grabbed the leaf on top of the Whopperflower’s head like pulling a radish, lifting it out of the snow pit.
The Whopperflower was so terrified that its leaves went stiff.
Moh held it up at eye level, examining this shivering little monster at close range.
A sinister smile, reminiscent of an evil Tom the Cat, spread across his face.
The displeasure in his heart from seeing humans displaced transformed into flat words that nevertheless made the monster shudder with fear:
“So it was you bullying those humans, huh?”
In his previous life, Moh was human.
In this life, whether gathering stories as a Memookeeper, wandering the starry sea as an Attuner, or making companions as a Trailblazer…
Deep inside, he always identified with and upheld certain human principles and emotions.
What’s more, the gods of Teyvat generally possessed an inherent attribute of “loving humanity.”
Seeing a monster like this that destroyed human homes and forced the elderly, weak, women, and children to flee through the freezing snow, he naturally wouldn’t give it a good expression.
The only reason he didn’t crush it on the spot was that he felt this thing had other uses.
Holding the Whopperflower in one hand, he beckoned across the air with the other, and the three Hoarfrost Cores flew into his palm.
Monomakh turned and returned to the camp.
The setup of the temporary camp was nearing completion.
The human refugees were settled inside several newly pitched large tents.
Although their faces still looked pale and malnourished, they had at least temporarily escaped the biting cold wind, and the panic on their faces had subsided slightly.
Moh walked straight toward a smaller tent reserved for him and instructed the guard who came up:
“Guard the outside. No one is to disturb me.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Although the fairy guard was a bit curious, he executed the command without hesitation.
Several large buckets of clean water and a few clean wooden basins were brought into the tent.
Moh waved for everyone to leave and lowered the tent flap.
“Alright, time to get to work.” Moh rubbed his hands together excitedly.
First, he used Cryo elemental energy to quickly shape a half-person-tall ice cauldron “growing” right out of the ground in the center.
Then, he walked to the corner and picked up the Whopperflower.
Amid its token, feeble struggles, he tossed it into the empty cauldron with a *thump*.
Whopperflower: “???”
Next, the three Hoarfrost Cores were also thrown in, landing right beside the Whopperflower.
“The materials are ready, but it’s still missing a ‘primer’ and a ‘catalyst’…” Moh rubbed his chin in thought.
He closed his eyes and sank his consciousness deep into his mind, where his abilities as a Memookeeper quietly activated.
Soon, a bright memory filled with a “sweet taste” was extracted.
That was a “Memory” recorded back in Penacony when pioneering alongside his companions from the Astral Express—a joyful time spent drinking SoulGlad.
Sucking out a strand of the “Elation,” “satisfaction,” and “sweetness” carried within that memory, he carefully condensed it in his hand into a Light Cone, which he gently placed into the cauldron.
*Borrowing the great hand of Harmony!
Mix it all together!*
“The materials are ready. Begin tuning!” Moh cheerfully brought out a violin in his hands.
He began playing a famous BGM from a certain cooking anime that played whenever a dish lid was opened to reveal golden culinary light—
“Dun dun→ dun↓ dun↑ dun→ dun↓ dun↑——”
Invisible ripples wafted out from his fingertips and the body of the violin—that was the power belonging to the Path of “Harmony.”
In his previous life, Moh had heard plenty of music.
Whether in the Honkai: Star Rail universe or in Teyvat, performing these tunes could release the power corresponding to the music.
For instance, this dish-serving insert song from *Chūka Ichiban!* was perfect for crafting food-related alchemy products.
If an alchemist saw him refining things like this, they would let out a sharp screech, go insane, and stress—”Alchemy doesn’t work like this!”
Alchemy required considering temperature, vessels, timing, and various other factors before beginning.
Meanwhile, Moh’s method was equivalent to pressing one-key synthesis on a crafting bench in a game.
The materials had no connection or relevance whatsoever; it relied entirely on the power of “I think, therefore it works,” borrowing higher-dimensional Path power to pinch out whatever he wanted.
Of course, Moh wouldn’t use this to craft things that were too outrageous, like the famous Lady Rhinedottir, who created lifeforms like the evil dragon Durin or the Golden Wolflord.
The light inside the tent seemed to warp for a moment, accompanied by countless tiny hums in the air.
Inside the ice cauldron, the Whopperflower discovered in horror that it hadn’t been killed; instead, it was enveloped by a force brimming with vitality, undergoing a drastic transformation that it couldn’t comprehend in the slightest.
A brilliant golden light erupted within the cauldron, resembling a classic scene from a cooking anime.
The strange humming inside the tent reached its peak, then abruptly subsided.
A rich, thick sweetness—blending honey and ripe fruit—burst violently from the ice cauldron!
At almost the exact same moment, everyone outside the tent felt a distinct tremor in the ground beneath their feet!
“What’s happening?!” “Your Majesty!”
The guards outside the tent changed expression dramatically and immediately wanted to charge in, but then remembered His Majesty’s orders.
Anastasia also whipped her head up, looking toward the small tent.
However, before they could move, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.
*Bang!*
The sturdy top of the tent was ripped apart from the inside out by a powerful force!
A tree trunk shot up from the center of the tent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its canopy spread like a grand canopy, swaying gently in the still-chilly northern air.
A strange tree boasting a warm honey color and lush, vibrant green leaves grew to nearly twenty meters tall in just a few breaths.
Even stranger, among the dense canopy, crystal-clear golden “fruits” began to condense, rapidly plumping and ripening.
Then, as if reaching a critical threshold—
*Pitter-patter.*
*Pitter-patter-patter-patter—*
From the sky, a rain of golden-orange fluid, emanating an enticing sweet fragrance, began to fall.
Golden drops trickled down from the tip of every leaf on the canopy, drawing silk-like glimmers through the air as they fell onto the ground, the tents, and the people and fairies gazing upward in dazes.
A warm, sweet rain filled with an abundant aura of energy.
A refugee licked a golden raindrop that landed on his cheek.
“That’s… it’s sweet!”
The others followed suit, tasting the falling rain.