Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

"Perhaps Morax really did whitewash history, perhaps all so-called history is 'false,' and you are right—"

In the twilight's glow, he calmly said:

"But perhaps the truth of that story is different from what you think, or it's just your imagination."

"I..." Wan Yan wanted to say something, but was interrupted.

"The truth will only be known once you see it for yourself."

Zhongli remained calm. "Practice makes perfect."

He said that.

"Go deep into the salt flats and perhaps we will understand the truth."

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P.S.: Whew, this chapter is a hundred words longer than the last one. Bookke charges for every five hundred words, so adding a hundred or so extra words would have been enough to charge more, but Sigu didn't. It's not because Sigu is a lazy bum, but because Sigu has a conscience and doesn't want to cheat everyone out of their money. Remember, it's definitely not because he's lazy!

Huhu.

Volume 1: Chapter 84 "And I'll Take Responsibility to Save You" (Chapter 2.5)

It's raining.

Today's rain is quite rare.

Fushe slowly opened his eyes.

It seems that the salt in the earth receives very little rain, even though the place is adjacent to the sea.

Every day during the flood season, the waves rise to the shore rocks, and as the moon recedes, the next day's sunlight licks away the remnants of the previous day's waves, leaving a faint shimmer on the trails of the tide—this is how sea salt is born.

Salt in the Earth – what an interesting place name!

The novel *Hear the Wind Sing* also mentions the salt of the earth, with the lines, "You are the salt of the earth," and "If the salt fails, take something else in its place." These are two difficult and obscure dialogues.

The origins of Haruki Murakami's novel, *The Salt of the Earth*, can be traced back to the Old Testament of the Bible.

The salt in the earth symbolizes hope, so these two sentences are easy to understand: the salt is dead, hope and tomorrow are shattered, so mankind has to seek new hope, or a new destination.

But summer salt is dead; what can replace it?

Nothing tastes as salty and bitter as salt. It's like expired salt, irreplaceable by anything else. Those who have left will probably never forget the taste of salt.

[Remaining lifespan: 40 days]

As death drew closer, Fushe found himself thinking about all sorts of inexplicable things.

He needs to relax his mind, otherwise he will feel very uncomfortable.

The light rain pattered on the beams of the wooden house, the raindrops striking the cypress wood with a crisp tapping sound, breaking into tiny splashes of water that bloomed one after another in front of the floating house's window. Looking out through that simple window, one could see the distant sea.

He barely managed to settle down here.

The area of ​​Salt in the Earth is vast, and most of the area is wasteland with almost no human habitation, making it the most ideal burial ground for the floating dwellers.

Despite being in the most remote Salt Flats, Fushe chose the most secluded corner of Salt Flats, living a life almost completely isolated from the world.

Fushe knew that he was a menace at this moment, and he did not want to implicate anyone.

No one would accept him anymore; he had long been an outcast.

Aside from secretly returning to Liyue once a month to devour karmic burdens, Fu She has never left the house again.

To his relief, it seemed he was on the verge of victory in this long and arduous war.

[Nuoyou Progress: 99%]

With just one or two more rituals, Fushe will be able to completely remove the karmic obstacles from Yaksha's heart, and then he can leave in peace.

Fushe knew that he couldn't win on his own.

As he gazed at the swirling drizzle, his mind grew increasingly muddled, and the karmic burdens that had been building up in his chest began to stir again.

A clear, melodious song drifted through the thin mist of rain. The voice was soft and gentle, blending perfectly with the misty drizzle. It was a very peaceful song. Fu She clicked his tongue softly, opened a bamboo umbrella, and went out.

“Heureia,” he said.

He raised the edge of his umbrella and looked at the graceful girl sitting on the top of the cypress tree. She was barefoot, her smooth, white feet swaying up and down in the fine rain, the drizzle tapping on her delicate skin—she wasn't using an umbrella, just bathing in the rain, softly singing a song.

“Fushe.” Leah lowered her body slightly, tilted her head to look at him, and moved as lightly as a kitten: “Hello.”

“I told you,” Fushe said in a deep voice, “don’t come looking for me.”

In fact, Fushe had moved several times. This wooden house was not the first one he had built, but no matter how many times he moved, Heureia could always find him a day later.

Is this goddess just bored and has nothing better to do?

"That's a really rude thing to say." Heureia blinked her bright amber eyes, crossed her arms, and made an "X" gesture in front of her chest. "It's very impolite to talk to a young girl like that!"

“A girl who is several hundred years old?” Fushe asked.

"That proves I'm a seasoned young woman with profound knowledge and experience," she said smugly.

"Don't come looking for me."

Fushe stared intently at her, his deep purple eyes now only dark, gloomy and sinister. "One day, I will kill you."

“I just wanted to sing a song. And you’re a great listener.” Leah swayed her pale legs beneath her white dress. “Can you manage without me?”

Can you manage without me?

Despite wanting to refute it, Fushe knew that what the girl said was true.

Her singing voice... has a calming power; just listening to those voices can gently soothe restless karmic obstacles.

Fushe should have gone mad long ago. Twenty days ago, it was only because of the song of the Salt God that he persevered and continued the Nuoyou ritual.

Whenever he was on the verge of collapse, the song of the Salt God would always appear nearby, soothing his frantic soul.

“Have you ever thought,” Fushe looked at her, “that if one day your singing can no longer overpower me, the first thing I will tear apart is you, the one singing beside me?”

He made it very clear.

"It doesn't matter. I trust you won't kill a highly skilled and experienced young woman."

Heureia, resting her delicate chin on her hand, stared intently at Fushe, fine raindrops sliding down her wet, pure white hair.

"not to mention."

“You helped us before, and you saved me before—even though you don’t remember, and I know that you have something to do now, though I don’t know what it is. The only thing I’m sure of is that it will be a great battle.”

"Consider it returning a favor."

"Fushe, you are in great pain right now."

The Salt God laughed:

“I fled the Demon God War, but this time I want to stay and help you. I am a weak and incompetent god. Helping you and helping Liyue win that war is the only thing I can do.”

"You are responsible for saving everyone else, and I am responsible for saving you."

"The division of labor is very clear, isn't it?"

Fushe looked up at her. The rain was getting heavier, the raindrops weaving across the sky in layers. He tossed her the bamboo umbrella.

"Idiot. Remember to bring an umbrella when you get back."

This is an invitation to leave.

After doing these things, he turned and left, pushed open the door, closed it, and went back into the bamboo house.

Before she could even sit down, the bamboo door creaked open again, and the girl, still damp with sweat, walked in. Her bare feet pattered on the wooden planks, and she began to complain:

"It's raining so hard, and my speech was so moving and sincere that even I was touched—and you still want me to leave?!"

That idiot.

A fool rushing to his death.

There was clearly a cliff in front of them, and you told this idiot to rein in her horse at the edge of the cliff, but instead, she spurred her horse on, singing and dancing, "The horse-taming man is mighty and strong," rushing towards the edge of the cliff a hundred meters away, as if only in this way could she demonstrate her might and strength!

Fu She's face was covered with faint black lines. He stared at her with some distress, but found that he really had no way to deal with this guy.

This is the land of the Salt God, and according to the law, only Fushe is a guest.

Heureia entered the bamboo house, her footsteps light and soft. She casually placed her wet legs under the kotatsu (heated floor stove), exhaled a few puffs of steam, rubbed her hands, and added a few more pieces of charcoal to the stove.

"Phew... It's so cold on rainy days."

The fireplace crackled and popped, its warm light illuminating Leah's delicate profile. She comfortably squinted her eyes and lazily said:

"Fushe, Fushe, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

"You're really pushing your luck." Fu She sighed helplessly.

"A seasoned beauty like me naturally needs to eat."

She said,

“Fushe, you should eat something too. You always think of yourself as some kind of monster or evil god, but you're not. You're just a human. Humans should eat. How long has it been since you ate with someone else?”

How long... Fu She paused, taken aback.

One year, two years...maybe ten years.

Since he began absorbing karmic burdens, he has secluded himself on the mountain.

There's just no way to deal with this guy.

"There are no more ingredients left, only... um, two sardines. I also don't have any seasonings, no peppercorns, scallions, garlic or anything like that, so I can't cook."

He explained, "Your expectations may have been dashed."

"Sardines are also delicious."

Leah smiled; she really loved to smile. Her bright golden eyes shone in the firelight. "Seasoning... I have seasoning, I have salt."

She proudly took out a piece of ruler and a small jar, like a cat showing off how many dried fish it had.

"This is a salt ruler, and this is a salt container. When the salt ruler is inserted into the ground, the soil will be covered with salt, and an inexhaustible supply of salt can be extracted from the salt container."

She joked:

"If I'm gone in the future, these two treasures will be yours. You must find them."