"Where is this place?"
He stared at the endless yellow sand, countless sand dunes, and steep mountain walls.
Paimon almost stuck out his tongue to dissipate the heat.
"And…how long will it take to cross this sea of sand?”
She had been flying all this time, but she felt even more tired than Ying and Luo Chen.
It couldn't be helped. Under the scorching sun, even the air was slightly distorted.
The little thing had never encountered such a harsh environment on its journey, and its eyes began to feel dizzy.
"Soon, we will reach our destination after passing through the Great Crimson Sand Sea.”
Luo Chen replied perfunctorily. At this moment, everything in front of him was a golden world. The occasional breeze blew up the sand.
After leaving Meru City, the three of them were heading to the Eternal Oasis above the Crimson Sand Sea.
Or rather, the place where the Eternal Oasis once existed.
During the Divine Era, the entire land of the Midland was divided into three regions.
The Life Rainforest where the Great Compassion Tree King was, the Crimson Sand Sea where the Crimson King was, and the flower nursery where Luo Chen and the Flower God were resting.
"Wow! What's that over there? What a magnificent building!”
Not long after entering the Great Crimson Sand Sea, the sickly Paimon suddenly became spirited. He widened his eyes and looked at the magnificent building in the distance that seemed to connect heaven and earth.
It was a huge building that looked like a pyramid. Above it was an inverted triangular platform that ignored the laws of physics.
Just looking at it, he felt a sense of grandeur and desolation from ancient times.
Luo Chen looked over at the same time, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
"That is the Mausoleum of the Crimson Emperor, a relic left behind by the ancient Demon God who once ruled this desert.”
Looking at the mausoleum, he recalled the scene of Ahmar being buried in the abyss in front of him.
The lofty king had intended to open up a new era for his son, but he had taken a wrong path and fallen into the trap of fate.
Ying could clearly sense that Luo Chen's emotions were a little strange, but she didn't ask any further questions. She only remembered the Crimson King Ahmar in her heart.
It was probably like the Salt Demon God and the Whirlpool Demon God of the ancient Glass Moon.
You know that fiendcelestial very well?"
Since they were on a journey, Ying decided to ask him about the ancient history of Xumi to pass the time.
Everyone in Liyue knew about Luo Chen's erudition. Even Xu Mi should know some of his secrets.
"Do you understand…hehe."
It was not as simple as understanding.
From the time when the people of Ahemar built Gul City, giving rise to the city-states of all countries, to its eventual destruction, he had seen the entire era.
If even those who had experienced it themselves were not clear about it, no one would know.
"Since you want to know, some knowledge might be useful in the future, so I'll tell you.”
"Let me think, where should I start?”
Luo Chen sorted out his thoughts and put away the restless thoughts of coming to his old place. He began to slowly tell the story of that era.
" Legend has it that a thousand years ago, before the foolish king had hidden himself in the sand dunes, there were many short-lived city-states scattered across the broken and boundless Gilded Land.”
" In an era where kingdoms stand tall and buildings crumble like sand, heroes descend and disappear like meteors, there are narrative poems of the sea of sand scattered everywhere…"
Luo Chen's voice became low as if he had returned to the ancient era.
The aged tone that was mixed with the vicissitudes of time instantly attracted Ying and Paimon's attention.
Just like that, while they were telling the legends, the three of them crossed the Great Crimson Sand Sea and gradually headed toward the Eternal Oasis, which had long been forgotten by the people of Xumi.
It was not much different from listening to a story. From time to time, Paimon would interrupt and ask about topics of interest.
For example, the followers of the Demon Gods.
"Kindred?"
"The subordinates of the owner of this sea of sand are the constructs that you saw in front of the mausoleum of the Crimson Emperor. They have been wandering for thousands of years without stopping.”
"What about the Grass God?"
"Didn't you meet when you first arrived in Xumi?”
Hearing this, Ying and Paimon were stunned.
They really couldn't remember when they had seen the Grass God's followers.
"Are you lying to us?”Paimon stared at him suspiciously.
" The living being that you called Mushroom on the first day was a descendant of the Grass God, a forest elf born from the Jue King Tree. His name was Lannaro." Luo Chen smiled and said calmly.”
"What? That little thing was the Grass God's Kindred?!”
Paimon was shocked and felt a strange sense of absurdity.
The appearance of a god's subordinate didn't seem dignified at all. If one had to say, there was a sense of beauty in being ugly and cute.
"You're not much older than Ranaro.”
"Hey! Don't compare Paimon to them!"
After protesting strongly, the white floating spirit was still muttering that it was not that strange.
Ignoring his bewitched companion who was talking to himself, Ying took the initiative to ask,"
"Xu Mi only has these two Demon Gods?"
"Of course not. There's also the last God of Flowers.”
"Flower God? Are we going to a place related to her?”
It had to be said that Sister Ying was very smart. Even though Luo Chen didn't mention it, she could vaguely guess it.
He turned his head and met the blonde girl's gaze. He did not answer and kept her guessing.
"It won't be long before you know, including the followers of the God of Flowers. I'm sure you'll be able to witness it with your own eyes.”
Ying was speechless.
I hate riddlers like you the most! This was too detestable!
Why couldn't he finish his sentence in one go? Why did he have to keep people in suspense?
"We're here!"
Before they could recover from their depression, Luo Chen's reminder made Ying and Paimeng subconsciously look ahead.
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