Wanyan's fleeing figure quickly disappeared at the end of the passage, while Famas walked in with the others with the broken sword.
After passing through the long and narrow passage, the young man saw a towering stone staircase. There were many frozen salt statues around the stone steps. The expressions on their faces were extremely horrified, as if they had witnessed a blasphemous murder before they died.<
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Obviously, something big is happening ahead.
At the end of the stone steps was a heavy door carved with ancient patterns. Wanyan stood in front of the stone door. She touched the stone door with trembling hands and kept mumbling to herself.
[In view of the general environment,
"What was... along the way? What did they see and what did they do? And then... what happened?"
The salted statues on both sides of the road impacted Wan Yan's cognition. These statues were too weird and unusual for her to ignore and dare not think about them.
"Since Miss Wanyan can't trust me, then move on." Zhongli lowered his head slightly and stared at the lost Wanyan, "Everything that happened at that time will be truthfully recorded in the traces left behind this door."<
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Just as Zhongli was about to reach out and push open the stone door, Famas raised his leg in disgust and kicked the door open.
Behind the stone gate there are still traces of salt and salt statues made by believers.
To be precise, it was the salt residue radiating around and the scattered salt statues of believers. Although it was silent, it seemed that the people with distorted expressions could be heard wailing miserably...
The center of the palace is the salt stain spread across the large beach. Whatever existed here, now only a field of salt flowers remains.
There is a special human salt statue closest to the salt flower. He wears a simple crown on his head, seems to be holding some kind of weapon in his hand, and is in a forward thrusting posture.
"This is the scene," Zhong Li stated the cruel history truthfully, "Heulia's body collapsed, leaving only a few traces of salt... The scene of her death was also fixed here."
Famas held the broken sword and pressed the hilt into the palm of the salt statue.
The hilt of the broken sword fit perfectly into the palm of the salt statue, as if the sword should have been there.
"Someone among Heulia's people finally realized that this kind but weak demon god could not protect anyone in the war. The demon god's war is too cruel. Instead of letting her suffer the torture after defeat, it is better to give her
A relatively easy relief."
Although Zhongli's words were very cryptic, everyone present could understand his metaphor.
Heulia did not die from Morax's murder, but from the betrayal of the mortals she protected.
Rather than granting Heulia relatively easy relief, it would be better to say that these people who kept saying they believed in her killed her with their own hands.
But Heulia was killed by the people she protected, but she didn't complain at all.
"But...what's going on with these statues?"
Paimon hid behind the traveler and asked in a sad voice.
"No matter how weak a demon is, the power lost during death cannot be endured by a human body... Those who failed to escape all became like this."
Zhongli's eyes were fixed on the former "King of Men" in Yantu, and there were emotions in his golden eyes that ordinary people could not understand.
"The people of the Salt God who escaped the disaster left this land and went to Liyue to ask for the blessing of the Rock King."
"Their descendants were afraid of the demonic remnants Heulia left behind and the eternal curse she would cast on them. So, they risked their lives and came back here, broke their swords and enshrined them, hoping to appease Heulia.
The rage before death..."
"But they were actually unnecessary. How could this demon god who never resisted until the end be angry at his own people?"
Zhongli shook his head regretfully. Wanyan's mental state seemed unstable, and her face was as pale as those salted statues.
"This is the truth, Miss Wanyan, your proud ancestor is an out-and-out traitor, and today, a thousand years later, you and Miss Ninglan... also betrayed the Rock King
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The traveler looked at Wan Yan with a face full of disbelief, and felt no more boredom than before, only pity left in his heart.
But all of this is just Wanyan and Yinyuan Hall’s fault.
"Even if this is the case, I can't accept it..."
Wanyan spoke word for word in a slow and low tone, as if she wanted to consolidate her obsession that was on the verge of collapse.
"Scam...false history..."
"Everything is... fake, don't try to shake... my faith..."
Wan Yan stumbled towards the direction where everyone came from. She didn't even notice that the salt ruler, which she regarded as a treasure, fell out of her arms. She just ran away in a hurry, as if she thought that by staying away from this place, she could escape the cruel truth.
Paimon hurriedly flew over and picked up the salt ruler on the ground. He watched Wan Yan running away and complained with a small face.
"Well...this time, Zhongli is really merciless..."
Zhongli didn't think there was anything wrong with revealing the truth, and just nodded calmly.
"This is the price she has to pay, but it is not a good thing."
"Looking at her appearance, I'm afraid she will continue to be shaken for a while. Even if she can't let go, it's good to be able to recognize the reality."
The traveler stared at Famas who was playing with the broken sword and Zhongli who was deep in thought.
She had doubts since she entered the ruins.
"Mr. Zhongli, you are too familiar with the encounter with the Salt Demon God and the routes in the ruins."
"And Famas... you obviously met the Salt Demon God, but you kept it secret at the beginning of the adventure."
Famas didn't answer, he just spread his hands innocently, quickly grabbed the salt ruler from little Paimon's hand, and hit the little mascot on the head with the ruler.
Zhongli smiled and nodded, with some indescribable emotions in his eyes, and looked towards the cave deeper in the ruins.
"It's really sharp, but that's just because I live longer."
"A long time ago, Heulia's story was also a warning to me."
Zhongli's tone was low, and his eyes seemed to be looking through the overlapping rock formations in the ruins, passing through Dihuazhou and Wangshu Inn in the distance, condescendingly looking down at Liyue, who had grown up independently.
"There is really no benefit in believing in a dead God."
"Whether it is faith in Heulia or faith in Morax, they are the same."
Yingmei didn't seem to expect that Zhongli would say such words. After thinking for a moment, she tilted her head and stared at him in confusion.
Little Paimon is still competing with Famas for the right to own the salt ruler.
The rock god Morax, powerful and decisive, is the victor among the seven rulers of the world. His situation is not even remotely similar to that of the Salt Demon God. Why would he regard Heulia's story as a warning?
Such a story should have no reference value to him, unless Zhongli had already begun to think about Liyue after the death of the Rock God a long time ago.
Perhaps the travelers were too eager to seek knowledge, so Zhongli spoke helplessly.
"The times are developing, and gods will eventually withdraw from the stage of history. This is not a plan after my thinking, but an inevitable result of history. All I consider is how to better send Liyue into a godless era." p>
"From the moment the Rock Dragon fell from the sky, the existence of the Rock King Emperor has ended in Liyue's history."
"Belief in the dead gods can serve as spiritual guidance, but human progress cannot be stagnated."
"Liyue has the ability to create history that belongs to mankind. This is my trust in Qixing and all Liyue people, just like their faith in me."
Having said this, Zhongli looked at Famas, who was holding a broken sword and a salt ruler.
"I also believe that Liyue, which has learned lessons from history, will not repeat the mistakes of some ancient countries."