Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 433 The Lessons History Taught Humanity
Wan Yan's fleeing figure quickly disappeared at the end of the passage, while Famas walked in with the others holding a broken sword.

Passing through the long and narrow passage, towering stone stairs appeared in front of the young man. There were many fixed-frame salted statues around the stone steps. The expression on his face was extremely frightened, as if he had seen a blasphemous murder before he died.

Clearly, there is something big ahead.

At the end of the stone steps is a thick gate carved with simple and simple patterns. Wan Yan stood in front of the stone gate. She touched the stone gate with trembling hands and kept muttering to herself.

"What was... all along the way? What did they see and do? 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, let's move on." Zhongli lowered his head slightly, watching Wanyan who was in a daze, "Everything that happened at that time, the traces left behind this door will be recorded faithfully."

Just as Zhong Li was about to push open the stone door, Famas raised his leg in disgust and kicked the door open.

Behind the stone gate are still traces of salt and salt statues made by believers.

To be precise, it is the salt slag radiating to the surroundings and the salt statues of believers fleeing in all directions. Although it is quiet and silent, it seems to be able to hear the wailing of those people with distorted expressions...

At the center of the palace is a large beach of spreading salt, and whatever was there is now just a field of salt flowers.

There is a special human salt statue closest to the salt flower. He wears a simple crown on his head and seems to be holding some kind of weapon in his hand, posing in a forward stabbing posture.

"This is the scene," Zhong Li truthfully stated the cruel history, "Heulia's body collapsed, leaving only a little trace of salt... The picture of her dying is also frozen here."

Famas held the broken long sword and inserted the hilt into the palm of the salt statue.

The hilt of the broken sword fit perfectly with the palm of the salt statue, as if the sword should have been there in the first place.

"Someone of Heulia's people finally realized that this kind but weak demon god can't protect anyone in a war. The war of a demon god is too cruel. Instead of letting her suffer the torment of defeat, it is better to give her Relatively easy relief."

Although Zhongli's words were very cryptic, everyone present could hear his metaphor.

Heulia was not killed by Morax, but by the betrayal of the mortals she protected.

Rather than giving Heulia a relatively easy relief, it is 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 about it.

"But... what about these statues?"

Paimon hid behind the traveler, asking in a sad whisper.

"No matter how weak a demon god is, the loss of power when he dies is beyond what an extraordinary human body can bear... Those who failed to escape all became like this."

Zhongli's gaze was fixed on Yantu's former "King of Human Beings", and there was an emotion that ordinary people could not understand in his gilt eyes.

"The people of the God of Salt who escaped the catastrophe left this land and went to Liyue to ask for the protection of the Emperor Yanwang."

"And their descendants were afraid of the demon god residue left by Heulia, afraid of the eternal curse she would cast on them, so they returned here at risk, broke the long sword and enshrined it, hoping to calm Heulia The anger before dying..."

"But they are actually unnecessary. How can this demon god who has not resisted until the end be angry with his own people?"

Zhong Li shook his head regretfully, Wan Yan's mental state seemed unstable, and his face was as pale as those salted statues.

"This is the truth, Miss Wanyan, the ancestors you are proud of are out-and-out betrayers, and today, thousands of years later, you and Miss Ning Lan... have also betrayed the Emperor Yan Wang."

The traveler looked at Wan Yan's face full of disbelief, and felt nothing but pity in his heart.

But all of this is just Wanyan and Yinyuan Hall's own fault.

"Even so, I can't accept it..."

Wan Yan spoke word by word in a slow and deep tone, as if she wanted to consolidate her obsession that was on the verge of collapse.

"Scam...false history..."

"Everything is...false, don't try to shake...my belief..."

Wan Yan stumbled and ran towards the direction where the crowd came. She didn't even notice that the precious salt ruler fell out of her arms. She just fled in despair, as if she thought that she could escape the cruel truth by staying away from this place.

Paimon hurriedly flew over to pick up the salt ruler on the ground, looked at Wan Yan's figure running away, puffed up his face and complained.

"Well... this time, Zhongli really didn't show mercy..."

Zhong Li 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's not a good thing."

"Looking at her appearance, I'm afraid she will continue to waver for a while. Even if she can't let go, it's not bad to be able to recognize the reality."

The traveler stared at Famas who was playing with the broken sword and Zhongli who was lost in thought.

She has been suspicious since entering the ruins.

"Mr. Zhongli, you are too familiar with the experience of the Demon God of Salt and the route in the ruins."

"And Famas... You obviously met the Demon God of Salt, but you kept it secret from the start of the adventure."

Famas didn't answer, but just spread his hands innocently, quickly grabbed the salt ruler from Paimon's hand, and knocked the little mascot on the head with the ruler.

And Zhongli nodded with a smile, with a little inexplicable emotion in his eyes, and looked at the cave deeper in the ruins.

"It's really sharp, but it's only because I live longer."

"A long time ago, Heulia's story was also a warning to me."

Zhongli's tone was low, his eyes seemed to pass through the overlapping rock formations in the ruins, through Dihuazhou and Wangshu Inn in the far distance, and condescendingly watched Liyue who had grown independently.

"There's really no good in believing in a god that's gone."

"Whether it's the belief in Heulia or the belief in Morax, it's the same."

Yingmei didn't seem to expect that Zhongli would say such a thing, she tilted her head and thought for a while, then stared at him puzzled.

And little Paimon is still competing with Farmas for the ownership of the salt ruler.

Morax, the rock god, is powerful and decisive. He is the victor among the seven rulers in the world. He has no similarities with the situation of the demon god of salt. Why do you take the story of Heulia as a warning?
Such a story should have no reference value for him, unless Zhongli had already started thinking about Liyue after the death of Yanshen a long time ago.

Perhaps it was because the traveler's eyes of seeking knowledge were too enthusiastic, Zhong Li spoke helplessly.

"The times are developing, and the gods will eventually withdraw from the stage of history. This is not a plan after I think about it, but an inevitable result of history. What I think about is how to better send Liyue into the age of godlessness."

"From the moment Yanlong fell from the sky, the existence of the Emperor Yanwang has ended in Liyue's history."

"Belief in the dead gods can be a spiritual guide, but the pace of human beings cannot be stopped because of this."

"Liyue has the ability to create the history of human beings. This is my trust in Qixing and all Liyue people, just as they once believed in me."

Having said that, Zhong Li looked at Famas who was holding a broken sword and a salt ruler.

"I also think that Liyue, who has learned lessons from history, will not repeat the mistakes of some ancient countries."

(End of this chapter)