Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 495 To Yantu’s Mother

Who is the most powerful person in Liyue?

If before this dinner party started, Traveler and Paimon would have said the name of Ningguang Rich Woman without hesitation.

But when the two of them were in the banquet hall, they realized that Ninglan's power and connections were equally astonishing.

The bright light refracted by the crystal chandelier reflects the splendor of the night to every corner. The night falls outside the venue, but the lights here are bright. The precious and beautiful Xumi roses are placed in the vase with style, and the beige falls in layers. The colorful drape looks like a flawless mural background against the backdrop of gorgeous lighting.

The exquisite long table, snow-white tablecloths, square statues and crystal cups shone finely in the soft light.

Cooked meats, fine wines, seafood, beauties… a noble style that seems familiar yet full of the smell of money. Ignoring some of the messy tableware and the Qianyan Army surrounding the booth, this place seems like a reproduction of a precious oil painting of Fontainebleau.

If we put aside the positions of both parties, and just from the perspective of etiquette and specifications, Zhongli may have to admit that this carefully arranged feast is impeccable and fully worthy of Ninglan's status as the "Head of the Eight Sects".

"Mr. Zhongli, are you sure we don't need to do anything?"

Ningguang asked the guests around him with an indescribable emotion, but his eyes stayed on the ceremony booth where the light became more and more dazzling.

"Yes, there is no need to add instability to an already destined outcome."

Zhongli's voice was equally low, and his eyes were still as calm as a winter stream in the brilliant lights, filled with brilliant brilliance but without waves, neither arrogant nor gentle, as if there was the most beautiful thing between them. The right distance, safe and comfortable.

At this moment, the ceremony has reached the final moment. After receiving the order, the Qianyan Army closed its arms and stood ready. The Qingqing sword stood horizontally, and the Ganyu bow was ready to be released. The salt wind with a sense of dehydration from the salt of the earth seemed to be blowing here. The entire banquet hall looks like a steep, bottomless salt well.

The ups and downs of memory fragments, the generosity of the King of Man in dying, and the unwillingness of the priests on the verge of death, turned into the sharp blade that pierced the Salt God thousands of years ago, and the countless emotions that burst out intertwined and merged into a torrent directed at the same person.

"For the purest salt flower in this world..."

“Look, mother, the fire and the wood are here, and the lamb for the burnt offering is here.”

Ning Lan seemed to be smiling, her voice was not aggressive, but when the first syllable came out, the surrounding air was still for a moment, so that no matter how bright the light was, it could not penetrate the booth, and only the amber pair could be seen. Such gentle eyes.

At that moment, countless cracks appeared on the statue of Heulia, and the floor of the banquet hall continued to shake, as if some huge existence was about to emerge from the earth's veins. The ground paved with gold and jade had been destroyed, and it could only be seen in the corners. Everywhere you look, you can see a little bit of remaining decoration that has not been worn away by the years.

Most of the tall beams and columns had been damaged in the previous battles, and only a few were still standing majestically, supporting the remaining gorgeous dome of the banquet hall, leaving some space for the statues below.

"Qianyan Army! Arrange!"

The elemental power emanating from the center of the statue made Feng Yan, who did not have the Eye of God, feel depressed, as if the surrounding air was distorted, like the refraction of light caused by a surging heat wave, with a flickering and strange light.

Some impulse seems to lie beneath their skin, in their texture and blood.

That is the awe and fear of the birth process of gods.

Anxiety and restlessness are always boiling in his body and can never be satisfied. The surging passion is surging and rolling all the time, burning them, destroying them, and also reshaping them.

Gods cannot be looked directly at.

The traveler and Paimon opened their eyes wide at the same time, staring at the gradually cracking statue of the god. The majestic pressure and fear seemed to fall from the sky, shaking everyone present out of breath.

Even Pantalone in the seat was affected, and the right hand holding the chiseled silver cane trembled slightly, but the banker didn't pay too much attention, and even raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. His appearance seemed to be extremely anticipated. .

Famas, who was sitting on the sofa opposite Pantalone, sighed and stood up slowly. Zhongli, who was standing in the corner of the banquet hall, glanced at Traveler and Paimon, who were shocked by the pressure of the gods, and raised his legs gently in the same movement. , took half a step forward. When Famas stood up straight, Zhongli's footsteps also fell at the same time, and the pressure of the gods caused by the ritual disappeared instantly.

But at this time, the statue of Heulia was already covered with cracks, and there was a faint sound of wind rising from under everyone's feet.

At that time everything was silent.

The evergreen trees cover the shadows hidden in the statues, the color of salt flowers silently mourns the death of the soul, the heart made of rock is constantly beating, and the blooming flowers form the organs, exuding strong vitality.

The ever-flowing earth veins remember everything, and the gushing elements turn into spiritual bodies, reappearing all the old dreams and nightmares of the residents in the salt, just like a mother who lost her child, trying to find all ways to recover from the past, unintentionally The earth's veins shape the figures of the past residents over and over again, repeating every baby's cry, every old man's sigh, repeating every comedy or tragedy, just like the song of the sea beast, unconsciously seducing all unauthorized persons. The intruding soul.

Everyone in the banquet hall only watched the past figures become transparent, and gradually lost the ability to see in those almost countless replayed memories.

Where no one was paying attention, Zhongli quietly clenched his fists, and then sighed softly.

Just like the unyielding sky, the high-hanging earth, the flowing smoke of the world, and the endless streams in the mountains, they remain unchanged as before, and are forever pushed by time. History is submerged by huge waves, gods are blinded by the world, the turbulent time is always so ruthless, and the principles of the world maintain all this.

There is no possibility of resurrection of the dead demon god.

And the ending of this ceremony was just as Zhongli expected.

When the colorful vision in the banquet hall gradually faded, everyone including the guests at the banquet regained their consciousness and eyesight. The first thing they did when they regained their senses was to look at the broken statue on the booth. Powdered idol.

Heulia was not resurrected through the statue of the god, and there was only Ninglan in the center of the banquet hall with her hands raised in a sacrificial posture.

The inexplicable emptiness around her made her actions seem quite ridiculous.

"Mother?"

Ning Lan looked around at a loss, and then looked down at the location where the statue of the god was originally placed, but now there were only powdery snow-white salt flowers there, proving that a blasphemous ceremony had indeed been held here.

"No...impossible!"

Ning Lan seemed to realize something, her white teeth could not help chattering, and she gasped like a drowning person trying to get oxygen from the bottom of the sea. Then she knelt down next to the powder turned into powder by the statue of Heulia, trembling her hands and wanted to I picked up the snow salt, but I couldn't do it because I couldn't believe it.

Her burgundy velvet dress was stained with dust, and her eyes were rounded with fear and sorrow. Even the Eye of the Rock Elemental God attached to the root of her thigh flickered due to the excessive emotional fluctuations of the holder. Ninglan's wish seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Faced with this situation, even the most stupid person can see that Yinyuan Hall's plan to seek the gods has failed. Ning Lan, the mastermind and instigator, cannot accept the reality and is lying on the ground like crazy.

The conspirators hidden in the shadows moved quietly and sneakily approached the hole blasted out by the final machine and the side door of the banquet hall, only to find that all exits of the Golden House were guarded by a large number of Qianyan Army soldiers.

The traveler and Paimon watched this farce that ended hastily with mixed emotions. They didn't know whether they should be grateful that the other party did not cause more serious consequences, or sympathize with the person they had never met before, and perhaps would never meet again in this life. Heulia, Goddess of Salt.

Because the traveler suddenly realized in a daze that the salt flower in the center of the banquet hall and Ning Lan kneeling on the ground were very similar to the scene where the Salt King of the Earth assassinated the Demon God thousands of years ago.

But at that time, the king of salt earth had turned into a pillar of salt, and Ning Lan still had a chance to repent for what she had done.