Chapter 203

"Excuse me, Sage Nafis." Lansemero pushed open the door of the office, poked his head in and greeted the Life Theory Sage sitting behind the desk. "It seems that you also received a rejection letter from your disciple today. I heard that Kawaja invited you to join Azar's research project yesterday?"

"Do you know Tinari? Otherwise, how would you know that he sent two consecutive letters to reject my invitation?" Nafis put down his work, stood up, took a glass of water and handed it to Lansemelo, "I don't have anything to show for you, unlike the great sage. You mentioned the sage of the Zhilun School. Do you have anything to tell me, Lord Wumengshuwang?"

"Although I don't know him, you mention his reply to you in every class - it's strange that you can't guess it. Although I really want to say that you can just treat me as an ordinary student...but what I want to talk to you about today is definitely not an academic issue." Lansemero took off his hat and sat down in an empty seat in the office with a water cup. "I talked to Azar, and Cavaja and others will not invite you to join them again in the future."

"...May I know why you are concerned about this matter?" Nafis paused, and quickly walked to the opposite side of Lansemero and sat down to look at her. "Although I am a sage of the life theory school, I am more or less aware that the policy has changed in the succession of great sages - but when they invited me, they did not clearly state the content of the topic..."

"Do you still remember the six 'root sins' that the wise men of the Decree originally set to protect the scholars?" Lansemello turned the water cup in his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the ripples on the water surface in the cup. "All the sins in this world are caused by these six 'root sins'."

First, the matter of human evolution; second, the matter of talking nonsense about life and death; third, the matter of exploring the universe; fourth, the matter of studying the abuse of language...

"Fifth, fear God but do not perform acts of devotion; Sixth, speak of mysteries without fear." Lansemello put down the cup and looked at the wise man who had always devoted himself to academic research. "Once these six 'root sins' are touched, destruction will come - these are the six oldest decrees in the House of Decrees."

"I see. I understand what you mean." Nafis's eyes drifted uncontrollably towards the office door. He paused for a moment and brought the conversation between the two into a new stage. "Although you are not the Great Compassionate Tree King, nor the successor of the Grass God, you are consistent with the Great Compassionate Tree King in the records in terms of wisdom and kindness... Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Then please send a letter in my name to your apprentice who has become a forest ranger. As for the rest, everything will remain the same for now." Lansemello picked up the water cup again and looked at Nafis. "Also, I want to correct your evaluation of me. I am not an omniscient and omnipotent person, nor am I a kind person."

"This is nothing more than a compliment to those who still have awe for the world."

"Do you still have awe for the world..." Nafis looked at the blank piece of paper in his hand, smiled bitterly and wrote on it, "The wise men in the past formulated the first six decrees to prevent scholars who lost their awe for the world and wantonly indulged their imagination and creativity and brought disasters that they could not bear."

"Although I don't know why Lord Wumeng Tree King sent you a letter, but my disciple, Tinari..."

——Perhaps you are right, the current Sumi Castle is indeed too noisy.

Kirshtalia used rune magic to move to a sacrificial site that had been abandoned for who knows how many years - but this sacrificial site, which had obviously been abandoned for a long time, was brightly lit, and many residents gathered in twos and threes, chatting among themselves. No one noticed that there was a human who was out of place in the sacrificial site.

"The air here is really unpleasant. The color of the magic 'Mana' is still purple, but it is much more active than what I saw there before..." Kirshtalia suddenly stopped her movements when her eyes swept over the pottery jars placed on the altar. "Ah, even a magician would have a physiological aversion to this kind of thing."

Even though the contents have long since decayed, for magicians, this is still a kind of magic material after all, so even if it has become like this, it can still be recognized as its original appearance - a blood sacrifice, or a living sacrifice, it is always something left over from a similar sacrificial scene.

That is to say - the flesh and blood of the sacrifice.

——Considering that primitive worship sacrifices always carry a bloody atmosphere, coupled with the original self-introductions of those South American gods...

The sacrifices were human beings - this is an indisputable fact.

——As for why there are traces of the past here, you will have to explore this place carefully to get the answer.

"...But this has nothing to do with me." Kirshtalia raised his cane and sighed helplessly, "Now, let me borrow the space here for a while."

"Thunder is a sharp blade belonging to the sky."

"Tear apart the clouds and dispel the fog."

A golden magic circle fell from the sky to the ground - at the same time, a huge golden thunder fell from the sky.

“…Although it’s only temporary, this should be enough.” The mana in her vision stopped agitating, and the purple color of lightning faded. Kirshtalia quickly set up a communication base to contact Chaldea in the shrine where all the illusions disappeared. “Although I don’t have unrealistic hopes for our communication system, I still have to do the routine work.”

The magic pattern in the communication camp flashed blue for a while, and then turned red, indicating a disconnected state, as Kirshtalia had expected. The communication problem in Chaldea was a major challenge that all technical professionals and servants were trying to overcome, but every time they swore that the connection would not be disconnected again, the connection would be disconnected again.

So much so that before each lepton transfer, the first priority plan is always to complete the task alone without being able to contact Chaldea - perhaps only the technical team and the deputy director Lanser Mello have not given up on updating the lepton communication system to a version that can communicate normally even across many worlds.

“…Is it because the system is so prone to failure?” Kirshtalia stroked her chin, dismantled the parts used to build the communication base, and then skillfully used magic to destroy the traces. “Forget it, the Cave King’s spiritual base is in normal condition now, so there’s no need to call him over.”

"Let's go to another place and summon a Servant to assist us."

Kirshtalia glanced at the blue sky that was temporarily free of dark clouds and mist, and decided on his next course of action - he once again drew the rune of teleportation in the air, and disappeared into the sacrificial field where the ancient tribe had once offered living sacrifices to a being that controlled the power of nature.

Then the dark clouds gathered again, and the fog once again isolated the island from the outside world - as if the golden thunder had never appeared.

Tai Gongwang appeared in an empty wasteland - it couldn't be called a wasteland - it was a beach with very little life, and right in front of him was a blooming flower with blue and white petals; turning his head, he saw the Sibu Xiang, which had transformed into a mount, standing silently beside him.

“Is that an immortal?”

"It's really strange. I've never seen an immortal like this before - nor have I seen a guy with such humans around him... Forget it, just come with me and take a look."

"Master Liuyun!"

Then, Taigong Wang heard the sound of a crane flapping its wings - he turned around and saw a green crane landing on the stone behind him, and a blue-haired girl with double horns on her head was standing half a step behind the crane.

"Ahem." The green crane cleared its throat, spread its wings and spoke in human language, "I am the Immortal Master Liuyunjiefeng. May I ask which immortal passed by here?"

Tai Gongwang received the gaze from Sibu Xiang, smiled and walked forward to talk to Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng: "My name is Lu Shang, and I am the attendant of Xianjun Xiaokong Zhuyue. The Xianjun was just born not long ago, and he left the cave without knowing the situation in the outside world - that's why we came here."

"Excuse me, both of you, where is this place?"

"This is the Guiliyuan in the Qiongji Wilderness of Liyue, the Rock Country." The blue-haired girl answered Tai Gongwang's question, "My name is Ganyu."

At this time, Sibuxiang grabbed Taigong Wang's sleeve and wanted to leave. Taigong Wang stood still like a mountain, blocking Ganyu and Liuyunjiefeng Zhenjun's sight towards Sibuxiang. However, he couldn't help but gently hit Sibuxiang with the magic whip hidden in his wide sleeves as a warning.

"Now that we have exchanged our names, the Master I serve also wants to leave here—" Taigong Wang looked at Ganyu and Master Liuyun Jiefeng with a smile, but he had already started to retreat following the actions of the four-legged beasts. "When Master wants to go out again, I will bring him to Liyue to pay a visit to the two of you. Well, let's say goodbye here!"

"Why--"

Before Master Liuyunjiefeng could finish his words, the immortal and his attendant in front of him had already run away. In order to get rid of the two residents of Teyvat, Taigong Wang not only used the running skill that all the champions had mastered after the story of Merlin chasing Chaldea for thousands of miles spread, but also released the real name of the Four-Beast, which is one of his treasures, after running far enough.

"Giryushinjyu Shifusou, the Mystical Dragon Beast! !"

The four-legged creature, with dragon-shaped magic wrapped all over its body, carried Taigong Wang in the sky and finally landed on the top of a cliff somewhere. It was already night, and the night sky of Teyvat was hung with stars that were no different from those in other worlds. No one could tell that the sky above their heads was not showing the real scene.

"The wind here is so comfortable." Taigong Wang touched the four-legged creature that had returned to its normal form, and sat cross-legged on the cliff, looking up at the countless twinkling stars in the dark night. "The sky of Teyvat - although it is not real, it reflects the fate of the world just like our world..."

"Everyone has his or her own constellation, even the demon god is no exception - then, let me find out which constellation is yours."