Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

The dark palace was filled with the smell of dampness and mold. In the white pile of salt, there was only a hideous "statue" made of humans and a pile of salt scattered on the ground in front of the murderer's body.

No matter how weak the demon god is, the power lost when he dies is beyond the endurance of a mortal body.

Those who failed to escape were all turned into statues.

And the last bit of sad and helpless consciousness that Heulia had left in the world, as she gently took Shen Qianluo's hand, it turned into pure faith and was injected into the boy's body, and completely disappeared.

Until her death, she never blamed her people.

There is no need to hold a grudge against anyone. It was all because of her own weakness and the killing game cruelly set by God.

Everyone is just a piece on the chessboard.

Without stopping any longer, the young man, dressed in spotless white, walked past the dishes and stoves that Heulia loved to study during her lifetime, passed the salt piles and statues that were whimpering sadly in silence, and finally turned back to glance at the statue of the Rock King that he had left here. He raised his hand and sealed the ruins with tremendous divine power.

The bamboo flute on his waist flashed a flash of light, and he didn't look back.

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When Shen Qianluo rushed back to Liyuan, the moisture in the air seemed to be even thicker.

"Every time I see a demon god I've never met die, I feel deeply moved."

After much hesitation, Gui finally accepted the people who had fled from the Salt Demon God Heulia. In such a chaotic world, they might have done something wrong, but they could not survive only because of the weakness of the gods.

Maybe there is no real right or wrong.

Everyone is just trying to survive.

"Let them pay for their betrayal with hard work in the future."

Shen Qianluo nodded, made the final judgment, and then looked at the girl, "So, you are afraid of death?"

After hesitating for a moment, Gui Zhong whispered, "Actually, I know. I am just a weak demon god, very different from Morax. But humans are also weak creatures, and I have wisdom, so I want to protect them."

"I... am afraid of death. But I don't want to see my people showing grief. I think it is with this awareness that I came to this land and became the people's faith."

"Is that so?" Shen Qianluo nodded, glanced sideways at the war-torn land of Guiliyuan, and said nothing.

Gui Zhong suddenly asked: "What about you, Qianluo, are you afraid?"

Shen Qianluo's existence always gave people a sense of wonder. He was gentle and cheerful, and seemed to always complete his work the fastest and most perfectly. He was frivolous and disdainful, but he was not annoying.

In fact, people always have the illusion that Shen Qianluo is actually very powerful and reliable, and is a genius who is no less than anyone else.

"That depends on how you and I define death." The young man smiled faintly, his eyes flickering under his hair. "I think that being forgotten by everyone in the long river of history is the real death."

"Born in this world, each of us should die a worthy death. In this way, even if we only become the topic of conversation for others after dinner, and are the focus of attention and admiration, it can be regarded as a meteor that streaks across the hearts of countless lives, leaving behind a great shock in their entire lives."

As he spoke, he turned around and smiled, "But who knows, maybe death is just a different kind of departure. Please believe in me and miracles for now. At the end of our life journey, perhaps, we will meet again in the most unexpected way."

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After reaping the faith of returning to the end, Shen Qianluo passed by his residence, glanced at the small house where he had lived for a long time, and did not step into it. Instead, he quickened his pace.

He always had the habit of carrying all the important things with him and was always ready to leave.

The blooming colored lilies in the garden did not stop him, but he finally turned around and took a look at them at the last moment before leaving.

Morax's residence was next to his, and the ancient wood was silently immersed in the mist, as if they were looking at each other.

"Where are you going?"

However, he was unexpectedly spotted by Morax's follower, Xie Yue.

"I feel something is wrong. Let's go west." Shen Qianluo's mouth was still as warm and calm. Xie Yue looked at him and hesitated for a moment, "Do you need me to go with you? Ming Hai was just injured, and everyone is busy taking care of him."

"…Is the injury serious?"

"It's hard to say... But there's no danger to his life."

"Well, that's good. Go ahead and do your work. The war is almost over and many demon gods will make a desperate struggle. The situation will be fierce. Ali will be back soon. I just need to be careful."

"Do you have to leave?"

"Well, it's an emergency."

"Qian Luo..."

The departing figure paused, Shen Qianluo's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

He met Xie Yue's complicated expression, but after a moment, it was covered up by the latter's calm face: "Master cherishes you very much... Maybe something happened between you, but I still hope that you pay more attention to your safety."

"…Nothing happened. He will be back in a few days. Don't worry."

"Hmm... I hope my feeling is wrong."

"You'd better study more."

While talking and joking, Shen Qianluo waved his hand behind him, lowered his hood, and quickly disappeared into the dark forest.

The drizzle of rain fell from the sky, taking away the last bit of warmth around me.

A thread of chill descended upon the earth.

The end of the Demon War is approaching, and the messenger from Sky Island has come to the world.

He finally decided to leave.

Just like old friends finally leaving.