Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 523 After the separation tonight

"The Fatui have a really bad reputation...it seems like no one likes them very much."

Paimon, who was hanging far behind the traveler, panted and whispered in the girl's ear, "It seems that the Thousand Rock Army in Yujingtai ahead is about to issue a notice. I wonder how Miss Ningguang plans to explain it."

The Traveler and Paimon finally arrived at the venue of the Immortal Sending Ceremony, but were shocked by the huge crowds of people around the venue. They finally found an open position with a high line of sight and a good perspective, so that they could see the center of the venue clearly.

In the middle of the square were long tables of various sizes, and the incense burner that was usually placed in the position of the table had been moved in front of the table, but the eternal life incense had not yet been inserted. The dust-purifying bell and the night-mooring stone were placed on both sides, as if waiting for the auspicious time to arrive.

There were several plates of fruit on the altar and candlesticks on both sides, and in front of the fruit were large bowls of wine and dishes. The rising incense was filled with the aroma of the rainbow flower, its scent was gentle but lingering for a long time, like a hazy fog and a fleeting fairy fate.

On both sides of these tributes were filled with bouquets of colorful flowers presented by the people of Liyue.

Today’s neon flowers are extremely bright and vivid red, almost filling up the entire area on both sides of the table.

The non-commissioned officer of the Qianyan Army, who was in charge of propaganda, stood in the center of the round arch in front of the Yujing Terrace, holding the imperial edict and reading it aloud:

"The Seven Stars official document is hereby issued: Everyone must know that even soaring dragons and flying unicorns will eventually die; the Emperor is an immortal, with a destiny as great as the sun and the moon, and has protected the world for a thousand years. However, due to the spying of the enemy, Liyue was afflicted with the disaster of the ancient demon god. The Emperor slew the demon and eventually died of his injuries. All kinds of rumors are not true. Therefore, I hereby inform all the people of Liyue not to listen to rumors and make unwarranted assumptions..."

The notice drafted by the Seven Stars did not explain the causes and consequences of the Demon God's revival, but only explained the reason for the Emperor's death, which was something the people of Liyue already knew. After all, as long as one was not blind, anyone could see the whirlpool Demon God on the Yunlai Sea and the Emperor's dragon body falling from the sky.

There was no condemnation of the Fatui or hostile sanctions against them in the obituary; it seemed to be just an ordinary notice.

"...Ying, can you help me translate what the Qixing announcement said?"

Listening to the Thousand Rocks soldiers' preaching, Paimon's vision gradually lost focus and he completely gave up the intention of interpreting it on his own.

"The simple explanation is that the Emperor did not die from an assassination attempt, but was seriously injured while fighting against the demon god."

"Ah... Miss Ningguang actually chose this kind of rhetoric..."

Paimon could not help but click his tongue, but the Traveler felt that Qixing's explanation was a bit perfunctory. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard several ancient bell sounds coming from the direction of Yiyan Palace, which were melodious and echoed through the sky, one louder than the other.

The noisy whispers from the crowd in the square gradually died down, and everyone's eyes shifted to the neatly-lined ranks of Qianyan Army soldiers who came along the temporary wooden plank road and cleared a path to the Yiyan Palace.

The palace door opened, and the first person to walk out was Tianquan Ningguang, the current supreme ruler of Liyue. Behind her followed two figures, a man and a woman, walking side by side.

The man was wearing a snow-white robe used for sacrifices. The delicate bells in his black hair made pleasant sounds as he walked. The headband brushed across his white neck in the breeze. His wide, long sleeves were embroidered with complex, ancient gold patterns, and the red rosy color at the corners of his eyes proved his identity.

The guest scholar of Wangsheng Hall, Zhongli.

The woman was wearing a dark black hooded cloak, with a dark purple skirt underneath. A cracked, spliced-up green sword was faintly visible around her waist. The traveler was familiar with her figure, but could not see her face clearly from a distance. He could only sense her quiet and determined aura. She held three sticks of immortal incense in her hands and walked forward solemnly step by step.

It was not until a breeze blew by and lifted the hood slightly, revealing a cat-ear-shaped hair accessory, that the traveler realized that the person holding the long incense was Keqing, the Jade Star who had always opposed theocracy.

In a place invisible to the travelers, two men named Hou Zhang and Jie Hu were standing on the edge of the crowd, looking into the Yiyan Hall; Grandma Ping, who usually sold tea on the stone steps, was missing today; a young man in green with a Nuo mask tied around his waist was sitting on the edge of the cliff at the highest point of Tianheng Mountain, looking at the ceremony of sending off the immortals in Liyue Harbor from afar.

The current owner of the Yanshang Teahouse disguised himself as a Xumi explorer and mingled with the crowd of spectators. The owner of Wangshu Inn, Philgodette, and the shopkeeper Huaian did not stay in the inn for the first time, but lined up outside the Yiyan Temple to burn incense like ordinary people. Ji Fang, the owner of Wanwen Collection House, Hui Xin, the secretary of Yuehai Pavilion, Buyun, the guide of Qunyuge Pavilion, Chao Xi, the sailor of North Pier, Bi Bo, the owner of Xiguju, Linlang, the merchant of Zhidong, Ivanovich, the owner of Wanyou Shop, Bo Lai...

Countless people, familiar or unfamiliar to the travelers, came to the ceremony to silently bid farewell to the Geo Emperor who had led Liyue into its glorious era.

Ningguang, Zhongli and Keqing, who presided over the ceremony of sending off the immortals, walked to the center of the square. According to the rules passed down from ancient times to the present, Ningguang, as the leader of the Seven Stars, should kowtow reverently on the cushion in front of the altar and bid farewell to the immortals.

However, Ningguang and Keqing did not move at this time. Tianquanxing even just bent down to take the eternal incense from Keqing's hand, inserted it into the incense burner, and then retreated to his original position, looking up at the emperor's dragon body.

The ceremony of inviting the immortals is held every year, but the ceremony of sending off the immortals is not very common. It has been a hundred years since Liyue last sent off an immortal. The complicated rituals will be simplified and disappear with the passage of time. The younger generation of Liyue today has never seen the ceremony of sending off the immortals.

But Ningguang was obviously not ignorant of etiquette, but was unwilling to kneel to welcome the era of humans.

"In the king's Liyue, he climbed the high mountains; he fell down the mountains and the clouds looked like a green river; he spread under the sky, collecting the time's match! He extended to the seven stars, matching the sky; the three sects held the mirror, and the world was clear; he gave birth to a good seed, to coordinate a hundred rites; he brought these auspicious blessings, and the emperor lived for ten thousand years!"

Ningguang turned around and looked around, reading out a passage in the obscure ancient language of Liyue that puzzled many Liyue people. At the moment Tianquanxing's voice fell, a familiar fluctuation of immortal power came from the crowd watching the ceremony, and was quickly suppressed by another peaceful and neutral force.

By the time the people reacted and wanted to see who dared to use force during the Emperor's ceremony of sending off the immortals, the two immortal powers had completely disappeared. People looked at each other, and no one knew what was going on.

The people who were closer to the source of the fluctuations heard a few words of reproach, like "How dare you, a young Seven Star, claim to be worthy of the heavens and give birth to a noble race?" and "Hou Zhang, stop talking, where have you cultivated your Qi-cultivation and breathing skills..."

Ningguang seemed to have anticipated this sudden commotion. After offering incense in front of the Immortal Ancestor Fa Tui, she stepped aside and nodded to signal Zhongli to continue the ceremony.

The delicate fragrance of neon flowers lingered at everyone's nose. Zhongli sighed slightly, picked up the dust-cleaning bell beside the table and shook it rhythmically. The ceremonial attendants standing on all sides of the hall played their instruments. Ancient and passionate hymns echoed in the air, and one could even faintly hear the harmonious sounds coming from the Tianheng Mountains in the distance.

That was the singing of all the spirits of Liyue. The plant elves, mountain monsters, and even the mountains of Liyue were whispering along.

From the moment Zhongli rang the Cleansing Bell, a force of faith so huge that it was difficult to look directly at surrounded the winding body of the Fa Tu dragon. Its size was even greater than the Flesh Thanksgiving held in the Golden House in the Silver Origin Hall. It could even be said that the two were not comparable at all. The overflowing faith turned into a golden Mora shape, falling continuously from the sky.

"Mora! So many Moras!"

Little Paimon excitedly slapped the traveler's arm, attracting the attention of others.

The torrent of faith is not something that ordinary creatures can see, and the people of Liyue naturally cannot see the golden sea in the sky. They just feel an inexplicable sense of relaxation when listening to the chanting of Zhongli Keqing and the ceremonial attendants of the Wangsheng Hall.

"Does Paimon like this funeral so much? How about I help you organize one too?"

At this final moment of witnessing the power of the gods, the Traveler and Paimon both felt a burning sensation around them. A familiar young boy's voice sounded faintly, and Paimon was so startled that he immediately grabbed Yingmei's arm.

"Oh my...long time no see, Paimon is still so cute?"

Then came a joke as warm and gentle as the south wind, a green figure appeared in the traveler's mind, and the two men turned around abruptly.

What came into view was Famas standing side by side with a reluctant look on his face, and Wendy with an innocent smile on her face.