He changed Tiwat

Keqing picked up the broken sword and stood up straight.

The sword rings on the ground still gleamed.

Although the sword was broken and the person was injured, the opponent still could not break through her sword encirclement.

Thunderclap in the sky once again spread its wings and tensed its body.

Ke Qing, holding a broken sword, stood in front of Han Fulai, refusing to back down an inch.

Can I still block the opponent's next attack?

Ke Qing didn't know.

All she knew was that she wouldn't let anyone hurt him behind her before she collapsed.

Han Fulai walked across the silvery-white wasteland.

After immersing his consciousness into his body, he entered a state of "meditation," and then his consciousness came to this desolate space.

The so-called "Hundred-Mile Silver Plain" must be a scene like this.

If this place were by the sea, with its blue sky and clear water, the Silver Plain might resemble a beach strewn with pearls, shimmering under the sun. But in this desolate space of consciousness, the Silver Plain only evokes a sense of bleakness.

Han Fulai wandered aimlessly, humming a song softly:

"The cycle of revenge is no small matter; separation and reunion are all preordained."

If you want to know how short your life is, ask about your past life; if you are rich and noble in your old age, it is truly a stroke of luck.

Those who see through the illusions enter the Buddhist order.

Those who are obsessed with it end up losing their lives.

Like birds returning to the forest after a good meal, leaving behind a vast, clean, white expanse of earth!

The song "Birds Fly to Their Respective Forests" was certainly appropriate for the occasion, but Han Fulai was humming it not because he was moved by the scene, but because his ears were so noisy that he could only relieve his frustration in this way.

In his ears, it sounded as if countless people were arguing incessantly, men, women, young and old, and the noise was giving him a splitting headache.

He had previously paid a little more attention to discerning those sounds and discovered that they were actually prayers—prayer from the people of the Salt God to the "Salt Demon God" Heuria.

The content is incredibly diverse, ranging from requests for Heuria to make salt, to requests for wealth from Heuria, to greetings to Heuria, and even complaints and accusations of her weakness and incompetence... Moreover, it spans a wide range of eras, from prayers for the recapture of lost lands during the Demon God War to the current prayers of the Salt God's descendants for her resurrection...

So demons have to listen to so many nonsensical prayers every day? Han Fulai felt a little sorry for Heulia... No wonder most demons are a bit mentally unstable. Having someone constantly nagging in your head can easily lead to a split personality.

Of course, the demon god himself should have a similar "one-click blocking" method, otherwise he would be constantly bothered by his subjects and probably wouldn't be able to do anything, unlike Zhongli who is so carefree.

Among these prayers, the most numerous were those wishing for Heuria's resurrection to lead her people to restore their kingdom. These were likely the prayers of the salt god's descendants in Silver Plains Hall. Since Heuria was gone, the "power of their prayers" was essentially entrusted to that "sacred relic," the Salt Sorrow Spear.

Besides being a remnant of Heuria, this gun also represents the sorrowful wish of the Salt God's people over thousands of years. This is probably the secret behind the gun's power to influence the minds of others and control the pure water spirits.

When people pray to the gods, they usually worship some statues of the gods. However, Heuria did not leave any portraits, and it was impossible for them to build a statue of a defeated demon god for public worship within Liyue. Therefore, after the death of the Salt God, the Salt Spear also took on the function of a statue and received worship from the people.

Over time, the power of the Salt Sorrow Spear has increased considerably.

Judging by its status as a divine artifact, the energy contained in this Salt Sorrow is no less than that of the "national protection artifacts" made by the Rock King Emperor, and may even be greater.

Although the Rouran's continuous encouragement had subsided, the Salt Sorrow Spear's devouring power had decreased somewhat, giving Han Fulai a chance to catch his breath. However, even though Han Fulai mustered all his strength to fight against the Salt Sorrow Spear, he sadly discovered that with his current strength, he was simply unable to stop the Salt Sorrow Spear's erosion.

In terms of energy control, he had only possessed the remnants of the Salt God for a few months, so he was definitely inferior to the remnant soul of a demon god who had existed for thousands of years. He might have been alright in his prime, but in his current weakened state, he was no match for the other's power. It was like a tug-of-war; no matter how hard he pulled, his body was being pulled towards the Salt Sorrow Spear little by little.

Since he couldn't hold on any longer, Han Fulai decided to take a risky gamble.

Fortresses are always breached from within; even the strongest walls can't withstand the soldiers opening the gates to welcome the king's army.

The silver plain that Han Fulai is currently walking on is actually the interior of the Salt Sorrow Spear.

His heart was bound to the remnants of the Salt God; he and the remnants within his body were already one. Extracting the remnants from his body was equivalent to draining his blood. Since the Salt Sorrow Spear was absorbing his blood, he simply concentrated his consciousness and poured it into his blood, allowing the remnants of the Salt God within his blood to invade the Salt Sorrow Spear along with him.

Since his consciousness wouldn't be extinguished until all his blood was drained, we might as well try every possible method while he was still conscious.

He had already heard the remnant spirits within the Salt Sorrow Spear sing "Lament of the Wronged Souls" to him twice before. Whether it was a wronged soul or a lament, being able to speak meant being able to communicate and exchange ideas. And he was quite familiar with this kind of communication between consciousnesses with his old friend, the "Wishing Stone" at the bottom of the giant abyss.

—We're both civil servants of Sky Island. If I can fool "Wishing Stone" into becoming a "confidant of the Sky Island court," why can't I fool you, a piece of trash from Heuria?

So he planned to come and meet the remnant soul of the Salt God in the Salt Sorrow Spear and have some friendly exchanges.

As the acting leader of the Guhua School, renowned for its mastery of both spear and sword, Han Fulai's strongest spear is the spear of his lips, and his sharpest sword is the sword of his tongue.

—Perhaps with just a few words, he could make Heureia's remnant soul defect and surrender with courtesy. Wouldn't that be wonderful!

Perhaps it was because Heuria's remnant soul sensed his consciousness entering, or perhaps it was because the song he had just hummed had attracted her attention, but a woman's figure appeared on the vast white earth.

The figure was a hazy gray mass, like some kind of salt sculpture, with a blurred face that was not clearly visible. Only the vague outline of a woman with a nice figure and long hair could be discerned.

Not having a face doesn't prevent her from speaking.

"You... are the half of me I lost..."

Her voice was ethereal, as if it came from a very distant place.

"Who is your other half? Are we that familiar?" Han Fulai thought to himself as he politely replied, "My name is Han Fulai, and I have come to pay my respects to the Salt Demon God Heulia."

"The Salt Demon God... no, I am not the Salt Demon God, not yet... only when I gather all the lost fragments will I be the Salt Demon God..." The voice of the remnant soul of the Salt God suddenly carried a strong resentment, "Eat you, and I will be whole!"

The remnant soul of the Salt God suddenly raised its hands and grabbed at Han Fulai.

The remnant soul before them was, after all, a "malicious thought" separated from Heuria, and it wasn't so easy to talk to. As a remnant soul, wanting to complete itself and form a whole soul was an instinct.

Now that the missing fragments are in front of him, the remnant soul of the Salt God seems to have no regard for manners.

Han Fulai wasn't particularly afraid.

Based on his previous experience, there shouldn't be any fighting involved in mind communication. Besides, it wouldn't make any sense to fight anyway; even if she pounced on him, she would just miss.

He and the remnant soul of the Salt God each have their own physical bodies. Their communication is just like sending messages to each other on an online platform. Even if he were to rant and rave about the other person online, it wouldn't affect their physical body in reality. At worst, the internet connection could be unplugged and nothing would happen.

It's just that the online communication in the Teyvat continent version is a bit more advanced, like a VR space that can simulate conversation scenarios and make them appear as if they were face-to-face. For example, when Ye Mingxiang communicated with him, she materialized a scene of a royal palace, and this Baili Yinyuan should be the same thing.

However, the remnant soul of the Salt God actually grabbed his shoulder.

Those two hands were very pale, with thin, weak fingers, looking malnourished and weak—but those two hands did indeed touch Han Fulai's body.

How could she possibly run into me?

That shouldn't be the case! You can't bring physical objects into the consciousness space, otherwise he should have a big hole in his chest with a spear stuck in it... Only the image of a soul can appear in this space, so they should be two projections like "holograms", right?

Han Fulai was startled and immediately tried to break free, but failed. The remnant soul of the Salt God's hand seemed to have its own suction cups, sticking to his shoulder.

Not only that, he even felt a momentary lapse in consciousness, and the "holographic image" representing his consciousness began to blur.

This remnant soul of the Salt God can actually "eat him"?

This is why Han Fulai is not clear enough about his current situation.

Only a few minutes have passed since he was stabbed by the Salt Spear, so it's impossible for him to truly understand the current situation.

He had already merged with the remnants of the Salt God, and the Salt Sorrow Spear was still stuck in his chest, corroding his body, which could also be considered as merging with him—he and the remnant soul of the Salt God in the Salt Sorrow Spear were already one, it was just a matter of who dominated the consciousness, either the East Wind prevailed over the West Wind, or the West Wind prevailed over the East Wind.

In other words, the remnant soul of the Salt God is now truly attacking him through the internet cable...

—While he was still thinking about "debating" with the remnant soul of the Salt God, the remnant soul of the Salt God shouted "I am a barbarian!" and pounced on him!

Chapter 408 I think, therefore I am [4k]

Originally, Han Fulai and the remnant soul of the Salt God were locked in a tug-of-war through his own physical body, which could have allowed him to hold out for a while longer. No matter how broken his body was, it was still a kind of wall, capable of acting as a barrier. Now that he had willingly sent his consciousness into the Salt Sorrow Spear, it was as if he had walked out of the city gate and sent himself into the tiger's den.

—This time, it's not that they've turned against him, it's that he's offering them food and drink... It would be a shame if the remnant soul of the Salt God didn't accept it, given how proactive he's been.

A tidal wave of sorrow seemed to tangibly assault Han Fulai's consciousness, making him increasingly disoriented and his mind increasingly blurred.

This impact was far more intense than the one he had experienced underwater before. Previously, Shen He's ice feathers had protected his consciousness, but now he was completely unprepared.

The remnant soul of the Salt God was not only eroding his consciousness, but also assimilating it.

The pursuit of assimilation is an instinct of the soul, while the desire for revival is to fulfill the wishes of the people.

The remnant soul of the Salt God, yearning for completeness and revival, not only wants to replenish his soul but also desires to possess his physical body.

The Salt-Stained Spear could devour his blood, thus devouring his consciousness and soul, and of course, it could also take over his body.

No demon would willingly reside in a gun, especially a demon with evil intentions—with a big house, who would want to live in a pigeon coop?

Even for the sake of the tragic wishes of those people, Heureia's remnant soul needs a suitable body.

They are like two personalities in one body, and one of them always has to be dominant.

Han Fulai's soul was placed in front of the remnant soul of the Salt God. By swallowing his soul, the remnant of the Salt God in his body became ownerless, and there was no longer any resistance to swallowing it.

In terms of soul strength, the remnant soul of the Salt God, which has existed for thousands of years, seems to have no reason to lose to a young man whose two lifetimes combined amount to only a mere twenty-odd years.

This is a battle between souls.

Han Fulai is now facing a true spiritual shock.

Endless sorrow assaulted his soul, and a woman's voice sang softly and mournfully in his ear:

"What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death? Joy and sorrow, all return to dust."

"Pity the people of this world, for they suffer so much; pity the people of this world, for they suffer so much..."

His consciousness was almost completely consumed by this sorrow.

Yes... living is so hard...

With so many things to do, so many shifts to work overtime, and so many troubles I can't get rid of, why should I suffer in this world?

Why should I live?

It would be better to die; then it would all be over.

Death is the true destination for everyone.

Since everyone is going to die sooner or later, what does it matter if it happens sooner?

No, I still have things to do, I still have... things to worry about...

What do I care about...? Whom am I caring about...?

...By the way, who am I?

The remnant soul of the Salt God is slowly pulling Han Fulai's soul toward itself.

At the same time, she was also using her own consciousness to challenge Han Fulai's consciousness.

Each impact caused him to lose fragments of his memory, and his soul grew weaker.

The concept of the soul has a somewhat ethereal and abstract feel to it—what does the soul look like? How big is it? How heavy is it? Where in the body is it usually located?

These are questions that no one in Han Fulai's original world could answer.

As a modern person, Han Fulai only truly came into contact with the so-called soul after time travel.

The soul formed from the records within the ley lines, the soul of the remnants of a demon god, the soul of the Black Serpent Knight, and even his own soul...

If Han Fu were to answer the question "What is the soul?" today, he would say, "The soul is actually memory."

A person's personality is shaped by their past experiences.

While humans possess instincts, many things cannot be accomplished solely through instinct. For instance, the ability to master language requires learning; it is not innate. The fact that souls can speak and communicate proves that they have at least gone through a language learning phase.

—Speaking of which, there are many legends about the souls of the dead on the continent of Teyvat, but there has never been such a thing as an "infant spirit." Even the well-informed "Hall of Rebirth" has never seen the ghost of an infant, and infants do not appear in the leyline records.

Do babies have souls? In the horror novels and movies of Han Fulai's world, there are often stories of baby souls seeking revenge, but there are no such stories on the continent of Teyvat, where souls exist.

—Because stillborn babies have no life experience. Without life experience, how can there be a life, how can there be memories, and how can the earth's veins record anything?

What shapes a person is their unique life experience.

Two different people often have different views on the same thing, precisely because different life experiences form different perspectives.

You can't talk about ice with summer insects, because insects that only live through one summer never see the ice and snow of winter; the concept of ice and snow doesn't exist in their world.

This distinction in life experiences may be formed by memories of a person, an event, a book, a sentence, a movie, or some seemingly insignificant but real past experiences.

These memories, when added together, constitute a person's soul.

People often compare "amnesia" to "losing one's soul," and this analogy isn't entirely without merit. Memory is the most crucial element in shaping a person's personality and unique soul.

If you forget your past experiences, are you still the same person?

No, it's not.

Losing one's memory is like losing one's soul. Every memory a person has is a part of their soul.

On the continent of Teyvat, this process of soul loss is called "wear and tear".

The most prominent feature of "wear and tear" is the loss of memory—whether it's a demon god, a fairy, a human, or a hilichurl... no one can escape "wear and tear".