Yubi, No. 21 Swordfighter Puppet boss fight

Yubi, No. 21 Swordfighter Puppet

A "Vessel-class" Swordfighter Puppet with bladed lower legs, built from material harder than refined iron and crafted with exquisite precision. Bi Taotao’s former features still linger in its face, her black hair flowing as before, with a pair of Stormswords in hand, wind and thunder following their strikes. Taking charge of the Baishan Sect feels like only yesterday. Back then, she cast aside her timidity and vowed to weather every storm for the sect and restore it to its former glory. When word came that Huangxing was pushing Perfect Transcension, Bi Taotao rushed to the Mandate Encampment overnight to demand an explanation. Instead, she walked into a trap that closed in from both sides. She believed they still honored the rules of the righteous path. She believed compromise could protect her disciples. In the end, nothing was saved. Her treasured memories were drawn out one by one, leaving her hollow before she was forced into a puppet’s body. The Stormswords remained in her hands, but only emptiness remained within. The wreckage on the training ground fills her with sorrow, only for her to quickly forget why she feels sorrow at all. In the end, she knows only that she has forgotten something deeply important. Even as she suffers from that loss, that memory too is suddenly taken from her.

Yuzan, No. 3 Musician Puppet

A "Vessel-class" Musician Puppet guarding the puppet testing grounds, Yuzan looks almost like the Chord’s twin. She plucks her pipa, turning its haunting notes into razor-sharp blades. But techniques learned through imitation are never flawless. Precisely parrying her sound waves and blue sound blades causes them to strike back at her. Her creator sought to build a puppet that could rival or even surpass "Vessel Zero," and Yuzan was one product of that endeavor. She stood out among countless puppets carrying the consciousness of Village of Lu residents, but still failed to truly satisfy her creator. Her desire to live and strength of will allowed her to endure the agony of Soul Displacement. But a lack of talent and martial foundation could never be overcome. In the end, imitation was all she excelled at. As her creator's patience wore thin, the punishments grew harsher. Yuzan could only practice the pipa harder, hoping that one day she might... might what? Become "Vessel Zero"? She can no longer remember what kept her going this long. And the longer she practiced, the more clearly she understood that she could never become "Vessel Zero."

Yuding, No.12, Crescent Blade Puppet

A "Vessel-class" Crescent Blade Puppet guarding the training ground at Mirage Estate. Tall and imposing in ornate armor, with white hair streaming behind her, she wields an extremely heavy, long-handled blade carved with Loong motifs. Her techniques combine cleaving, sweeping, blocking, lifting, twisting, and thrusting. Once she catches an opening, she locks the blade around her opponent’s neck and circles them. Blue light whirls along the blade, gathering into a powerful gust as the shaft swings behind her before crashing down. Before the Herald turned her into a puppet, she possessed exceptional martial talent and was fascinated by the heroic generals of the stage. Her master placed the blade in her hands: the back of the blade was Heaven, the edge Earth, the tip the sovereign, and the shaft the master. From then on, the weapon became her whole life. Her skill continued to grow until, eventually, no one could give her a worthy fight. When the Herald turned her into a puppet, she felt little pain, and afterward, little seemed to have changed. It was as though those falling beneath her blade had simply changed from people to puppets. She still cannot understand the anger of those on the righteous path. Why do they condemn her for cruel slaughter, when few condemn the Maskwalkers for doing the same? Nor does she care to understand their anger. Only those capable of defeating her are worth understanding.

Yucong, No. 34 Twisted Puppet

The phantom realm fades, and Sha-Chi spills forth. The Mirrorwood is sealed in ice and snow, all sound swallowed by the frost, leaving the forest quiet and still. The tree where Bai Chilian once dwelled now stands empty, replaced by the Chaos Puppet that appeared that day in the Rift Estate. This bitterly cold place is the perfect refuge for her, as one of the puppet’s consciousnesses fears heat and craves the cold. The puppet’s three faces bicker without end, yet the moment they wield that bone-chilling Chaos Blade, they act as one. The three faces take control of the body in turn, the blade at times cloaked in frost, at times wreathed in Chaos Flames, and at times gleaming like steel. For a moment, it is as if they have returned to twenty years ago. They too once walked the Wulin side by side, swords in hand, full of youthful spirit. Then one became timid, while another fell into a sleep from which she never awoke. In the end, the three fused into one, enduring unbearable agony without a moment’s peace. They fled here hoping to escape the Herald’s control. Yet now, as they fight, the burning pain within the body becomes unbearable, and the feeling of being bound grows ever stronger, as if the Herald had hidden some mechanism within them, now clamoring to tear the three of them apart...

Steel Yucong

In those days, the three sisters each excelled in a different art. They devoted themselves to honing their skills, each mastering her chosen art. She chose that dark-iron steel blade, a symbol of her resolve. She practiced drawing and striking day and night, until her mastery reached the point where she could split mountains and cleave stone. Yet no mastery of the blade could save her two younger sisters: the second was trapped in the frozen realm, while the third was corrupted by ghost-fire, leaving both forever changed. When the three awoke in one body, she realized that she had fallen into the Herald’s scheme. She was the one who coaxed the second sister into drinking the medicine, and the one who poured it past the third sister’s lips. What began as a desperate attempt to save them had instead poisoned them all, dragging the sisters into the abyss. Now imprisoned in a single body and tortured day and night, she was consumed by regret. The Herald once promised that if they killed Soul, they could be divided among three vessels, each with a place of their own. Now, with Sha-Chi surging through her, she seeks only to atone for the sin of that day and escape the torment of sharing one body. Gripping the steel blade that can split mountains and cleave stone, she strikes with resolve, determined to fight to her final breath.

Frost Yucong

When that steel blade is in her hand, frost covers the edge and ice hangs from its ridge. She summons wind and snow, driving the blade into the earth to raise a towering wave of snow. A sweep of cold freezes anything it touches in an instant, locking blood and meridians in ice. As the second sister, she was clingy by nature, relying on her elder and younger sisters for everything. She loved ice from childhood. Its surface was clear as a mirror, reflecting her pure eyes. The ice never scolded her; it only listened. She gradually came to fear the world, yet never the ice. Following its cold glimmers, she entered the frozen realm and became one with the ice. From then on, she feared every warmth in the world. Later, she overcame her fear for the first and only time, drinking the scalding medicine in hopes of reuniting with her sisters. She made a three-headed cloth doll, each head smiling, the three souls as one, just as they had vowed never to part. Her words became prophecy. Somehow, the doll became the grotesque creature it is today, and for twenty years, the sisters have been unable to separate. Her younger sister’s fire burns her skin without cease, driving her deeper into madness and fear. Three sisters who once complemented one another—how did becoming one body turn their bond into such torment?

Chaos Yucong

Chaos Flame burns around her body and coils around the blade in her hand. Years ago, seeking the power of Chaos, she used her own body as fuel and drew the flames within. Ever since, she has been trapped between uncontrollable madness and endless sleep. But she gained the power she sought, unmatched and at the very pinnacle of martial skill. People are often like this. They spend everything chasing the height of martial mastery, only to long for the peace and warmth of ordinary life once they reach it. When she drank the “Three Souls as One” medicine, she did not feel nothing. Sometimes she wonders if that brief moment of hesitation was what ultimately left them as they are now.

Aberrant Three-faced Puppet

Beyond the fissure in the Lady's statue lies the courtyard of a long-abandoned manor. Tattered sedan chairs, opera costumes, and performing puppets crowd its corners. Half a puppet hangs above the central doorway. An Aberrant Three-faced Puppet guards this place. Its masks seem to house three distinct minds. Steel Mask is forceful and decisive. Frost Mask is timid and hesitant, startled by every shadow. Chaos Mask still sleeps. When Soul intrudes, Steel Mask invokes the Herald's promise and attacks. Her fierce swordplay draws upon the Discordance to vanish and shift in an instant, each strike swift and savage. When pressed, she unleashes a powerful assault and forces Soul out. The strength of the other two faces remains unknown. Learn this puppet's weaknesses, and a future encounter may end in her complete defeat.