Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 514: Choosing a Day to Ascend

The early morning sun does not seem dazzling. The clouds in the sky are thin but boundless. Under the gentle sunlight, they surge slightly like clear lakes and streams in the mountains.

Famas' figure disappeared in the shadow cast by the covered bridge building. Paimon was about to ask her to stay, but the Traveler stopped her at the right time, and then quietly stared at Zhongli, who was immersed in the sunlight with his upright figure.

"Traveler, the ceremony of sending off the immortals is about to begin. I, Zhong, am honored to be the guest official hired by the Wangsheng Hall. I must preside over the ceremony and cannot stay with you for long."

Zhongli looked up at the sky and spoke to stop the traveler from asking further questions.

"After all these twists and turns, I'm sure you two still have many doubts... Now there are still two hours before the fairy is sent off. Why don't you take a break, sort out your thoughts, and consider it after the ceremony is over?"

"Whether it was resolving the crisis of the demon god's disorder in Hong Kong or acting bravely in the Golden House, you two have demonstrated your precious qualities with practical actions. The Seven Stars of Liyue will repay a favor... Perhaps Ningguang has also prepared a gift for you?"

Zhongli's eyes were gentle, and there was even a hint of humor in his tone. After the ceremony of sending off the immortal was officially over, he finally gave up the burden he had carried for more than three thousand years, bid farewell to the power that had threatened him every day, and truly experienced what it was like to be in the world.

Morax is a god. Gods have almost no weaknesses and have no real joy, anger, sorrow or happiness. But now as a mortal Zhongli, he finally has the ability to face up to the mistakes he made in the past.

Although he had a lot of questions in his mind, the traveler chose to keep silent for the time being. After nodding goodbye to Zhongli, he pulled Paimon towards the Baiju Inn in the corner of Feiyunpo.

The land prices in Liyue are shockingly high. Even the old houses in Chihuyan are unaffordable for travelers who live on commissions from the Adventurer's Association, let alone the Yujingtai complex with its carved beams and painted rafters.

Therefore, apart from sleeping in the wilderness on weekdays, poor Xieying and little Paimeng could only stay in hotels in various places.

"It would be nice to have a super big kettle like Grandma Ping's!"

Ever since seeing Grandma Ping's teapot on Yujing Terrace, every night when the night fell, little Paimeng, who was camping in the wilderness with travelers, would repeat it several times with undisguised envy, then go into the abandoned tent of the adventurer's camp and fall asleep holding the girl's arms.

Although Yingmei also wanted a magic teapot, she couldn't ask Grandma Ping to give her her belongings, right?

The traveler tried hard to put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind, walked ahead with a heavy heart, and returned to the inn with Paimon.

Tonight, she and Paimon first explored the abandoned workshop under the Golden House, stopped the Silver Hall's plan to create a god, and then met with the executive of the Fatui. She also heard so many secret stories about the past of the demons, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

If it weren't for the gradually brightening sky, the traveler wouldn't even have realized that so much had happened in such a short period of time.

However, Zhongli himself was still responsible for presiding over his own ceremony of sending off the immortals, so he obviously had no way of closing his eyes and resting.

After watching the traveler leave, Zhongli avoided the ceremonial attendants and general affairs staff who were passing by the alley, walked through the winding path to the backyard of the Hall of Rebirth, pushed open the vermilion side door, and tiptoed back to his room.

His room was still the same, without much decoration, with many wooden household items neatly placed in it. Most of them were made of Quesha wood. It was said that this kind of wood had an excellent wood quality that could withstand wind and rain for hundreds of years. One could even faintly smell a light and fresh wood fragrance.

Zhongli took out two palm-sized amber balls and was about to put them into the drawer of the table when he suddenly remembered the traditional virtue of a certain Plum Blossom Eyes Hall Master who came uninvited, so he put the canned knowledge containing the forbidden knowledge back into his arms.

He originally wanted to ask Famas about Heulia's resurrection and give him the two cans of knowledge, but the situation developed in an uncontrollable direction. When talking about the past, he and Famas were still at loggerheads, with no room for easing.

Zhongli rolled up his sleeves and took off his gloves, revealing his covered arm. If one ignored the cracks all over it, this arm looked as if it was carved from the finest amber.

The gentle rock elemental force slowly wrapped around his arms, smoothing out the fine cracks.

"The nature of the Dark Sea is unclear, and its name represents darkness and being nowhere to be found. The physical form of the sea can only be illuminated by the glow after the Demon God burns out. There can only be seven rulers in this world, and the rest... will be expelled." Zhongli still remembered the decree of the Maintainer when he pronounced the fate of the defeated Demon God. When the seven gods entrusted with power were silent, only FAMAS raised the sword of rebellion and responded with practical action.

Unfortunately, everyone misjudged Tianli's control over order and his determination to suppress the power of the ancient dragons. The anger of the sky manifested itself in various forms, and Munatar finally met its end.

Sunlight shone into the room from the window of the Hall of Rebirth. Zhongli tapped lightly on the edge of the wooden table and turned his thoughts back to the canned knowledge in front of him.

We still have to find a way to deliver these two time bombs to FAMAS.

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Zhong raised his hand and injected the elemental power of rock, which symbolized the contract, into the canned knowledge, sealing this knowledge that did not belong to this world again. Rock patterns engraved with the ancient text of Liyue appeared and then slowly faded away.

The attendants and staff from the General Affairs Department who were busy outside the Hall of Rebirth also noticed the bright light coming from the crack of Zhongli's door. The ferryman who was directing everyone to bring out the magic tools quickly ran up the corridor on the second floor, came to the outside of Zhongli's bedroom, and knocked on the door hastily:

"Mr. Zhongli? Are you in the room? Is it convenient now? The ceremony of sending off the immortals is about to begin..."

The waiter outside the door was not surprised by Zhongli's sudden appearance. After all, although their guest official was low-key in daily life, he was also a real holder of the Eye of God. It was not difficult for him to wander around like the knights in the Liyue novels.

It is common knowledge on the continent of Teyvat that elemental power can do things that ordinary people cannot do.

What's more, the business of the Wangsheng Hall is one that operates at night and is dormant during the day, and the people they come into contact with on a daily basis are ghosts and gods that ordinary people avoid or even feel afraid of, so the children in the hall, both male and female, have much better acceptance abilities than ordinary people.

"Yeah, later...I'll be right there."

Zhongli put away the ball containing the canned knowledge, stood up and walked to the door. After making sure that there was nothing missing or inappropriate, he slowly opened the door.

"Ah! It's you, Mr. Zhongli. You're finally back! Hurry up... the Immortal Sending Ceremony will begin in just over an hour."

"Could you please check the specifications of the prayer flags and other instruments? Should the dust-cleansing bells be rung seven times or nine times? How many feet and inches should the incense be long..."

The ferrywoman, wearing a black pleated skirt and with beads of sweat on her forehead, seemed to have finally found support. She grabbed Zhongli's arm and walked downstairs, fearing that the guest gentleman would suddenly disappear and leave her alone to face the people on Yujing Terrace and the majestic Seven Stars of Liyue.

"This is a serious matter, why doesn't Hall Master Hu show up?"

Zhongli was dragged to the dragon head statue in the main hall. He looked around before frowning and asking.

Although the Wangsheng Hall had hosted many ceremonies for True Lord Jueyun, this was the first time that it was hosting the farewell ceremony for Emperor Yanwang. The ceremony attendants were totally unsure and seemed to have completely forgotten that their Master Hutao had also been away for a long time.

"Master Hu said that he would go to Wuwangpo to investigate the resurrection of the deceased. Calculating the time... it is already the third day."

The ferryman explained very quickly, and Zhongli then remembered that after Hu Tao was poisoned by the ointment, she ran to the border of life and death in a daze. The journey was long, and it seemed that she would not be able to come back in time to preside over the ceremony.

Zhongli sighed. He was not worried about Hu Tao's safety. After all, the Eye of God on the girl's back was not just for decoration.

As a last resort, the retired emperor could only personally organize his own ceremony to send off the immortal, and follow the ceremonial attendants to Yujing Terrace to welcome the immortal ancestor Famei.