Genshin Impact: Without the Eye of God, the Original Man Witnesses the Original

Soon, everyone came to a hall.

The salted people, the piled up books, the broken antiques, the stone altar... everything was no different from before.

But the item on the altar was a salt ruler with complex patterns, a palm width, and an embossed handle.

The tip and both sides of the ruler emit a bright white light, which is as sacred and strange as a salt cup.

"If I remember correctly, this is a measuring instrument." Wan Yan spoke after taking a look.

"That's true, but the Salt Demon God also has power here." Zhongli introduced, "Once this salt ruler is inserted into the ground, the soil will be covered with salt like flooding water."

“The deeper you go, the more grains of salt you get, in other words, a good harvest of salt.”

"Please come in, my friend!"

Jiang Yi took down the salt ruler without hesitation.

When the people present saw that he had taken another relic of the demon god, no one had any objection and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

The ruins were vast, and the group followed the main road to the next important-looking place.

The scene in this place was still the same tragic as before, with bodies turned into salt running from the corridor to the inside of the building, praying with their hands folded.

"Is this... a sword?" Wan Yan looked at the stone altar in the building.

There was a wooden base on top, holding a long sword that was broken into two parts.

There were obvious traces of white salt on the tip and edge of the sword, which seemed to have seeped and splashed out like blood.

"This is evidence!" She murmured like a demon, "Proof that the Salt Demon God resisted, but failed to withstand the murderous hand of Morax. Assassination, only assassination will not leave the power of the rock at the scene."

"Compared to the 'Salt Cup' and the 'Salt Ruler', the power of this 'Sword' must far exceed them. If we can repair this sword, we can show others the power that the 'Demon of Salt' once had."

She looked at Jiang Yi. She was not qualified to take the demon's relics.

"Master Jiang Yi, can you give me this sword?"

"This is very important to me!"

Jiang Yi looked at Wan Yan thoughtfully: "Perhaps you should make a decision after you have seen the entire ruins."

Keqing endured for a long time: "As an archaeologist, is this all you can do?"

"Ms. Wanyan, you lack the most basic knowledge of archaeology, and you don't know many cultural relics. In my opinion, your interest in the Salt Demon God itself is far greater than archaeology and cultural relics."

"Given the strength and generosity that the Rock King displayed during the Demon God War, why would he need to assassinate the Demon God of Salt?"

"If there is a reason why the Demon of Salt must be eliminated, this is not salt from the earth, but a mountain created by a rock spear."

The atmosphere was a little heavy for a moment.

Keqing's words without any respect to her showed her tacit understanding.

"Ahem! Let's hear what Mr. Zhongli thinks about this sword!" Yuhengxing was a little angry. Little Zhongli, Ying, Paimeng, and Wanyan all quieted down. Jiang Yi spoke to break the tense atmosphere.

"As far as I know, the legends about the Salt Demon God that you mentioned in Zhudian Fang are most widely circulated in 'Yinyuan Hall'..." Zhongli looked at Wanyan.

Wanyan looked at Keqing with a bit of fear, and quickly made up her mind.

The Salt Demon is willing to sacrifice his life to protect his believers, so why don’t you have the courage to face it?

As long as I can bring back... proof of my faith.

"Sir, you are indeed knowledgeable and talented!" Wan Yan said resolutely, "Yes! I am not an archaeologist. I come from one of the 'Seven Stars and Eight Gates', the 'Yinyuan Hall' that is in charge of the salt industry."

"Huh?" Keqing was slightly surprised.

"You are Qixing, so naturally you don't know a nobody like me." Wan Yan smiled bitterly. Due to the huge gap in their status, only she knew Qixing, but Qixing didn't know her.

"Ginhara Hall... Our ancestors were the people who were protected by the 'Demon of Salt' during the difficult period when the Demon War swept across the continent."

"So, allow me..." She looked at everyone with a pleading expression.

Zhongli looked into the depths of the ruins, "Like my friend said, you should see the entire ruins first."

"This broken sword is not a relic of the Salt Demon God, but... the weapon that killed her."

Ying and Paimon fell silent. "The murder weapon?"

"The Demon of Salt, Heulia, is not a powerful demon!"

"During the Demon War, the demons of the mortal world used all their strength and wisdom to fight for the continent of Teyvat."

Zhongli fell into reminiscence, "But Heulia chose to escape..."

"She was too weak, too accommodating, and too soft. She believed that as long as she gave up before the fight happened, the war would never affect her and her people."

When Keqing heard this, she knew what the outcome would be: "If you don't fight for it, you will definitely retreat again and again."

"Yes! In the endless concession, Heulia lost all her lands and was left with only the last place to stay." Zhongli knew that the latter words were a bit cruel to Wanyan, but this was the truth that the other party was pursuing.

"At the last moment, she didn't even have a weapon to raise to protect her people."

"No! Impossible!" Wan Yan shook her head, unable to accept the truth, "Don't try to lie to me!"

She ran deeper into the ruins.

"Zhongli..." Ying looked at Zhongli.

"Bullying girls!" Paimon followed up.

"Is it really okay to hide it? If she doesn't dare to face anything, she shouldn't come to investigate the past of the Salt God." Keqing had different ideas.

"Let's follow them!" Jiang Yi took the lead.

The statues in front of us, the salted people, have different postures. They are crawling, struggling, running, and reaching out their hands...

At first glance, it is shocking.

"Are these statues... running away?" Paimon carefully walked around them.

Without saying a word, everyone stepped over the salt pile and headed towards the long upward corridor.

There are statues with terrified faces all along the way.

Wan Yan stood in front of the closed door. Her figure in the light looked thin, confused and painful. She tried to push the door several times, but stopped hesitantly.

"Since you can't trust me..." Zhongli sighed and reached out to touch the door. The door emitted a golden light and opened up and down. "Everything that happened at that time and the traces left behind this door will be recorded truthfully."

Walking through the door, under the soft light, the escaped salt-transformed person is still there.

The center of the huge building is like a blooming salt flower, the power of the salt spreads outward and condenses into delicate petals.

“This is the scene.” Zhongli looked at the small pile of white salt in the center. “Heulia’s body collapsed, leaving only a few traces of salt. The scene of her death was also frozen here.”

Jiang Yi and Keqing looked at the salted person closest to the white salt pile. The person leaned forward with his hands thrust forward as if he was thrusting out with a sword, forming a sharp contrast with the fleeing statues around him.

The power of the salt penetrated his chest and formed a pillar of salt on his back that pierced him.

Zhongli explained to everyone the sequel of the story, the salt and betrayal buried there.

"Some of her people finally realized that this kind but weak demon god could not protect anyone in war."

"The demon war is very cruel. Rather than letting her suffer the torture after defeat, it is better to give her relatively easy relief."

He gazed at the statue and described its origin.

“No matter how weak a demon god is, the power lost when he dies is beyond the ability of a mortal body to withstand.”

"Those who couldn't escape all ended up like this."