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

Keqing frowned.

In his view, no matter how despicable the Salt God is, he is still a protector and a benefactor to his people.

What right do the people have to decide Heulia's life or death?

“The Salt God’s people who had not experienced this disaster left her territory and went to Liyue to seek the protection of the Rock King.” Zhongli continued, “Their descendants were afraid of the demon remnants left by Heulia, and were afraid that she would curse them forever…”

He looked at the clean, resentful remains.

"They risked their lives to return here, break the sword and enshrine it, hoping to appease the anger she left behind."

"But they...are actually doing too much."

"How could this demon god, who never resisted until the very end, be angry with his own people?"

Jiang Yi looked at the remains of the Salt God, and took the ring of the salt ruler and salt cup with his left hand.

“I…I…even if this is the case, I won’t accept it…” Wan Yan’s eyes were filled with tears as she ran away angrily, “It’s fake, everything is fake, it’s a scam, it’s fake history.”

"Don't try to shake my faith!"

"Crying..." Paimon and Ying looked at each other, "Few people can bear such a blow!"

Keqing softened her heart, "I hope she can face reality!"

"I'll follow her and see if she..."

Keqing stared at Wanyan from a distance.

"You are all too familiar with the fate of the Salt Demon." Ying said to Zhongli.

"Well, a long time ago, the story of Heulia was also a warning to me." Zhongli said softly, "There is really no benefit in believing in a dead god."

"Whether it's faith in Heulia or faith in Morax, it's the same."

Ying nodded and said, “The people of Liyue will understand one day.”

"Yuhengxing will take over here later, you can take a look around at will!" Zhongli said, looking at Jiang Yi with his golden pupils.

Jiang Yi took out his camera and recorded the scene.

"Mr. Zhongli, I have inherited the relics of the Demon God of Salt. I want to hold a funeral for him and bury his remains."

“That’s fine!” Zhongli looked far away. “The immortals have handed Liyue over to mortals. Heulia’s time is a long time ago. The ‘Salt Lamp’ and ‘Salt Ruler’ she left behind should not be returned to Liyue Harbor.”

"You are not from this world, wandering between the human world and the immortal world. You are the demon god who saves the dead. This miracle and the remains of the god are in your hands."

"I will invite Master Hu and Mr. Zhongli with a large sum of money." Jiang Yi bowed, "Without further delay, I will go and invite Master Hu to come."

He walked towards Keqing.

"I didn't expect the truth to be like this." Keqing sighed slightly. Curious about the death of the Salt Demon God was one of the reasons why she came here. "How do you feel?"

"Learn from history!" Jiang Yi responded, "Peace and tranquility are won through force."

"I'm going to hold a funeral here!" He told Keqing his decision.

"Well! If you need my help, don't hesitate to ask." Keqing glanced at Wanyan who was squatting on the stairs. "Ms. Wanyan has been calling the Emperor Morax all the way. That rare way of addressing him has already shown her faith. Wait, invite her to join us!"

"I will!" Jiang Yi nodded and handed the camera to Keqing.

"In my hometown, archaeologists use photos, videos, paper... and many other methods to record history. They also place antiques in museums and invite staff to explain history to tourists."

"You can use this camera. Try to take as many photos of the original appearance as possible! I will take some things away. I will leave the statues here as punishment. After the archaeological work is completed, you can set up a seal outside and have people guard it."

After Ying and Paimon heard about this, they also took out their cameras and said they would take pictures together to record history.

"Record it!" Zhongli looked at them and pondered on the spot.

……

The cyan-gold sword flew over Liyue Harbor. Jiang Yi landed in front of the archway and rushed towards the Hall of Rebirth as fast as the wind.

"The master is not here!" The ferry girl spread her hands, "Maybe he is somewhere writing poetry!"

Jiang Yi was instantly in mid-air, overlooking Liyue Harbor. He scanned with his spiritual sense and eyes and found Hu Tao reciting poetry on the roof of a house.

With a whoosh, he stood on the eaves.

"I'm so scared!" Walnut patted his chest, "Why are you so elusive? You interrupted my thoughts on writing poetry."

"Miss Hutao! I want to hold a funeral for the Salt Demon God?" Jiang Yi opened his mouth with explosive news, "The best home, the best tombstone, and the tombstone carver."

"Here's the reward!" He took out a Mora bag and paid a large sum of money.

In fact, if it weren't surprising, the Fatui would invite Zhongli to go on an archaeological expedition together, and the Wangsheng Hall would receive a large sum of money in the near future.

But the Fatui archaeological team was disbanded by themselves.

Although it's a bit unfair, it can be regarded as returning this huge sum of money to its original owner.

"Wait, can you say that again?" Hu Tao felt that she didn't hear clearly. Who was Jiang Yi going to hold a funeral for? The Salt Demon?

Such a big job makes me feel energetic.

"Go find the ceremonial attendant to prepare the ritual items. After collecting the remains of the god, bury it in my outdoor cave." Jiang Yi has already begun to circle half of the scenic island as a tomb.

"Outside...scene...cave...sky?" Hu Tao stared at Jiang Yi.

"It's the gourd on your waist!" Jiang Yi pulled Hu Tao up and took her to the Hall of Rebirth. "Don't make a fuss."

"It's an outdoor cave! The immortal cave! Why am I making such a fuss? And your cave is actually in a gourd." Hu Tao explained. Does this guy have any idea?

The people in Liyue Harbor looked at the two people running hand in hand like the wind. The rumors were true!

Jiang Yi quickly explained the experience of the salt in the earth and asked Hu Tao to decide which kind of funeral ceremony should be used for the "Salt Demon".

"That's such a weak demon!" Walnut's plum blossom eyes blinked, "The demon has no resentment left to hate the world. When he tried his best to suppress death, the power exploded uncontrollably."

When she arrived at the Hall of the Dead, her expression gradually became solemn and she began to summon the ceremonial attendants.

An hour later, Jiang Yiyu used his flying sword to lead everyone to the salt in the ground.

The funeral attendants never thought that this funeral would be so exciting. They rode on flying swords to the sky, entered the ruins to hold a funeral for the demon god, and saw a bunch of people turned into salt.

After seeing the scene, Hu Tao said to Jiang Yi, "Since you are the heir of the relics, you will be the one to collect the remains and send them to the cave!"

"At the funeral of the demon god, mortals only need to participate in the first half."

Jiang Yi followed Hu Tao's instructions, lit candles and burned incense for the Salt Demon, and took his salt remains away in a coffin.

During the funeral, Wanyan's eyes were hazy. Although she was crying, she seemed to have accepted it.

She watched Jiang Yi, Hu Tao, Zhongli, Ying, Paimon, and Keqing walk into another hall, which was no longer the territory for ordinary people.

The cave opened and everyone landed on the hillside of a fairy island.

Without paying attention to the scenery of the fairy island, everyone watched Jiang Yi bury the coffin and erect the stone tablet. Zhongli stepped forward and carved the inscription on the tablet.

"In the era of the Demon God War, the standards for determining good and evil, right and wrong were different from today."

"As I am now, I hope you can be born in a gentler era."

After carving the inscription, Zhongli said this in his heart.

Finally, everyone left, leaving Jiang Yi to sprinkle some wine of this era in front of the tomb.

"I don't know if you can drink it."