They all felt the fall of the sea demon and saw the sea of blood left by the northern demon, and naturally knew what Maria had done.
But no one expected that Maria herself was also entangled with unknown but dangerous patterns, and both she and the Salt God exuded the aura of exhaustion and death.
"Even the salt in the earth..."
"Yes, they were also attacked. I killed them all, but there were too many of them. I'm afraid the Yakshas will have to suffer for many years."
Maria embraced Heulia, took her hand and smiled at the gods.
"Morax, you will have to take care of the Salt People and the Dust People from now on. We will also have to trouble you to lead them to migrate. The journey is long and there will be disasters everywhere. It will be hard for you."
Morax nodded with a sad look in his eyes.
The same goes for others.
But no one spoke. Everyone was immersed in grief and didn't know what to say.
"The dust folk are fine, after all, they also believe in Morax, but the salt folk still only recognize me and Heulia. I've already told them that this is only for the short term, but it might cause some trouble in the long term... Morax, don't worry about it, just handle it according to Liyue's rules, please."
"I swear by the majestic Tianheng Mountain that I will treat the people of King Yan well."
"I'm sorry to cause you trouble... And as I told the Yakshas before, Morax, if they don't come to exchange blood, you have to bring them here even if you have to."
"it is good."
This is considered a will.
Morax agreed completely with a blank expression.
Maria felt that there was nothing more to say, so she sighed and said no more.
Although he was about to die, his eyes were exceptionally bright. He would mutter to this one and point fingers at that one.
The originally extremely sad atmosphere was abruptly aroused by her nagging, causing the gods and immortals to become impatient.
However, because of this, everyone felt relieved. At least he was with everyone at the last moment, and at least he did not leave with extreme pain, which was enough to comfort people.
Throughout the whole process, Maria was connected to the end with a blood line, looking at her with great tolerance.
It seemed as if as long as she still wanted to be with him after death, Maria would support her and keep loving him until the end of time.
But in the end, he stopped, took Maria's hand, and apologetically wiped her forehead, which was full of broken and eroded lines.
"I'm sorry, did I make you tired?"
"It's okay, as long as you are happy."
"Hey, you're so nice to me, Maria."
"There's no other way. If I don't treat you and Heulia well, who else can I treat well?"
Maria dotes on him endlessly.
After all the peaceful mutterings before his death, at this moment, facing this blinding scene, the grieving immortals and gods all felt a little bit amusing and helpless for some reason.
What time is it? Is now the time to show affection?
With grief and a sense of relief that the final moments were so perfect, the gods and immortals of Liyue finally watched the three of them walk into the final cave, and the door slammed shut.
They may have thought that this glance was a farewell forever.
But Maria had already decided that this could only be a temporary farewell, not a permanent one!
……
Thus, the era of the Salt King, whose reputation for brutality and killing once surpassed that of the Rock God, came to an end.
The story of one king and two gods can only remain forever in the hearts of all immortals and gods, and will gradually be forgotten by most mortals.
A hundred years later, Morax really held the heads of the Yakshas and walked back into the Cave of Return for the first time.
They found the peerless, graceful and elegant Salt King sitting on a wooden chair in the center of the cave. One hand was hanging down, and his wrist was cut. Blood spread under his feet, never drying up and never blending into the ground.
The Salt King lowered his head, as if he had committed suicide by cutting his wrists, or as if he was just sleeping. But even in this state, he was as beautiful and calm as a painting.
The Demon of Dust and the Demon of Salt both snuggled up to the Salt King, resting their heads on her legs intimately and tenderly. They had gentle and contented smiles on their faces, and their faces looked lifelike, as if they were just sleeping.
"They are still emitting vitality... but it is just vitality. In the last moments, the Salt King still tried his best to protect them, so that they can remain safe and peaceful in their sleep, and not become the resentment of the demon god that pollutes the land."
Morax had a sad look on his face.
Then he pointed to the bloodstains on the ground and said:
"The Salt King left instructions. You need to cut your palm and cover the blood stain to complete the blood exchange and purification. But don't go any further. Don't destroy the Salt King's last intention. Don't touch the power she left behind to protect the return and Heulia."
"..."
"What are you waiting for? She deliberately spread the blood and kept it flowing for thousands of years for the longevity of the Yakshas. She did it in this way to avoid your unwillingness as much as possible. This is worthy of a thousand thanks, but if you don't change, it will be a waste of the King of Salt's kindness! I only say this, whether you want to disappoint her or not, it's up to you to choose."
Morax had nothing to say, and his century-old grief was brought back to him, so he simply walked out of the cave.
Afterwards, the Yakshas’ eyes were still red, and they exchanged their blood after bowing three times and kowtowing nine times.
Later, the Yakshas set up an altar in front of the cave, and worshiped it every year with constant incense. At the same time, they also agreed that when not in a major war, at least one Yaksha would always stay in front of the cave to protect the peace of the one king and two gods.
The Yuhua Garden, where the Guizhong Cave is located, has gradually become a secluded place for the Yakshas, just as most immortals live in Jueyunjian.
As time goes on, many things continue to develop as they originally did, but there are also some changes that the general trend is powerless to change.
As far as the results were concerned, Anqi's experiment was a great success.
It should be said that the rich results made them feel burdened and they could only praise Maria with vitality:
【?！ ！ ！】×N
Chapter 127 Not necessarily a bad thing
[World Tree, World Tree? How do you feel? ]
[I want to know now, why can't this place connect to the Domination Theater!!!]
From the Angel Network, there was a sound of gnashing teeth from the World Tree individuals.
Without a dominance theater, there would be no secret and convenient party venue that can be entered and exited at any time.
Moreover, there are only a few clones in the Teyvat division slot at present. If only a few people are developing it, the World Tree individuals who have been plundered to this extent will be very unhappy!
[I'm sorry...]
【Shut up!!!】×N
Maria was yelled at by all the Angels.
Maria's clone disrupted the plan, ignored the burden of the Angels, and enjoyed himself. His crime is extremely heinous!
But what can we do?
They are all their own people.
The Angels really didn't feel sorry for Maria, but they couldn't bear to see such a lovely girl like Heulia suffer. Seeing Maria's synchronized memories, the two cute little demons melted their hearts.
Therefore, we can only support them as much as we can.
……
The beautiful scenery of the Qinghua Garden ends in front of the gate of the cave.
The Water Yaksha Fanan and the Fire Yaksha Yingda, who were hiding and guarding here, were the first to notice the surging blood energy in the cave and the earthquake that was shaking in all directions.
They rushed to the door and looked at each other.
"Sister Fanan, what is this?"
"I don't know. I didn't feel the explosion of the devil's resentment. It shouldn't be the vitality protected by the Salt King that dissipated, so the Dust King and the Salt God fell... I, what I felt was boundless blood."
"Could it be that Lord Salt King has awakened?"
"But we have been in there many times, and there is no doubt that there is no hope for survival. Can the one who wakes up now still be the real Lord Salt?"
Fanan and Yingda looked at each other with sad expressions on their faces.
No one understands the feeling of being entangled in karma better than Yaksha.
The Salt King used his corpse to absorb the filth they had been infected with for thousands of years, saving the Yakshas from madness. This continued to accumulate... The Salt King's corpse bore the consequences for the Yakshas and turned into an evil spirit, and the Yakshas occasionally thought about this situation.
In fact, this was also the reason why the original Yakshas resisted exchanging blood with the corpse of the Salt King.
They would rather go mad and die than let the Salt King's body bear the cost.
"Yingda, if that's the case, are you ready?"
"Well, Sister Fanan, let us repay the Salt King's kindness."
"Are you scared?"
"What's there to be afraid of? We just need to be together."
The two sisters held hands, smiled at each other, and then stood at the door, each taking out their weapons.
"You guys, what are you doing?"
A strange deep male voice came from behind.
Yingda and Fanan were startled and turned around to see a handsome young man with a graceful figure.
The face was unfamiliar, but the power as heavy as a mountain emanating from him made the two Yakshas understand at once.
"Emperor!" ×2
The two sisters breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, although the Yakshas are brave and good at fighting, who is the Salt King? She is a Valkyrie who has been slaughtering people all her life. In the last half day, she killed three demon gods and made Ogihuazhou and the salt of the earth flow with blood.
In today's Liyue, the only one who has the confidence to stop the Salt King is the Emperor of Rock, whose military achievements are equally impressive.
"Don't be nervous, it may not be a bad thing."
Zhong Li is much stronger than the Yaksha sisters, so what he feels is clearer.
The blood was thick, exuding the cold murderous intent unique to the king of hunting.
Just like the competition back then, dangerous, sharp, but pure and not crazy.
So, could this be a reunion of long-lost friends?
I remembered Guizhong's mischievous smile. I also remembered Maria's elegant and beautiful cold smile when she swung her sword under the moon. And Heulia, although they were not close friends, always sat next to Maria at every banquet and quietly poured wine for everyone.
Zhong Li's mood was disturbed.
"boom!"
After a while, the last vibration came from the cave, and then it returned to silence.
"Emperor?"
Fanan and Yingda looked at Zhong Li together, waiting for his instructions.
Zhong Li took a deep breath, calmed himself, and walked forward to push open the heavy stone door.
"Sister Guizhong, what are you doing?"
"Ahaha, it's okay, nothing, just fix something, just stand there and don't move!"
When I entered, the familiar elf-like little sister was floating in the corner of the cave, busy repairing some magic circle mechanism and other things. Heulia blinked her big watery eyes and waited obediently beside her.
"Is there any special hidden mechanism in the Guizhong Cave? I never noticed it before."
But when he thought about the ending of a person with a quirky personality, Zhong Li felt normal again.
However, the most eye-catching thing in the cave is the elegant figure sitting on the wooden chair with a calm face, as if he is sleeping.
Zhong Li saw that the blood shed by the Yakshas on the ground seemed to be slowly returning to the body of its owner.
He walked up to Maria, hesitated, and slowly extended his hand.
"Snapped!"
Maria stretched out her hand like lightning and pulled the unsuspecting Zhong Li over, her bloodshot eyes slowly opening.
"Corpses should rest in peace... I was going to say that, but now I'm not a corpse anymore. It's been three thousand years since the Great Dream, Morax."
"Yeah, it's been a while... huh!?"
"Scream!!!"
The blood blade hit Zhong Li's side and collided with the rock gun that Zhong Li had transformed into, creating sparks from the friction.
