Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

(Missing character, will be added later.)

(I just finished catching up on the previous chapters, and I really don't have time to finish this one.)

The instrument slowly started up, and the holographic projection quietly unfolded—it was the ultimate truth that the high priest, who had been sleeping deep underground, had personally sealed away and left to posterity at the end of his life.

As one after another ancient portrait, shimmering with a faint light, slowly emerged, the composed smiles on the faces of Rahman and his trusted generals vanished inch by inch, like sand flowing through an hourglass.

Then came a pause, a stiffness, and finally an incredulous shock—as if witnessing the collapse of a divine altar and the overthrow of faith.

Because what is engraved in the images is not the "orthodox history" that they have read since childhood and passed down through generations, but a cruel record that has been deliberately buried and sealed for thousands of years.

In the oral narratives passed down by all the desert people and all the devout followers of the Red King, the Red King perished in resentment because he was betrayed by the Great Tree King—a tragic, awe-inspiring, and divinely inspired tale.

However, the truth revealed in the interplay of light and shadow at this moment is entirely different:

With his supreme will and forbidden ambition, the Red King forcibly introduced "forbidden knowledge" from the abyss beyond the heavens into the land of Teyvat.

That knowledge spread like wildfire: scholars burned away their reason in their mad ramblings, and the bodies of ordinary people were covered with gray-black scales, their cries of agony never ceasing.

The fertile soil dried up and cracked, the oasis turned into a desolate desert, and the once glorious Red Sand Civilization collapsed in the backlash of knowledge.

If it weren't for the Great Tree King deep in the rainforest resolutely pouring out all its divine power, and the Heavenly Phoenix Demon God spreading its wings from the eastern sky, bringing with it a clear radiance—using its divine body as the foundation and its life as the guide, to jointly build the Temple of Suppressing Calamity, this calamity that swept across the desert would have been irreversible long ago.

The two gods paid a heavy price to barely contain the spread of forbidden power, allowing the embers of civilization to struggle to maintain a glimmer of light beneath the sand dunes of Aru Village.

But this is ultimately a case of drinking poison to quench thirst—divine power without a source will eventually dry up, and a disease without an eradication will never be cured.

As long as that forbidden knowledge exists in the world, calamity will follow like a shadow, waiting for an opportunity to reignite.

Therefore, after realizing the truth, the Red King resolutely chose to annihilate himself—using his divine essence as fuel and his flesh and blood as a sacrifice, just to sever the root of the calamity he had sown with his own hands.

The high priest who was buried here dedicated the rest of his life to protecting the temple after the fall of the Red King.

Until his final moments, when the candle of his life was about to go out, he did not reminisce about the glory of the Red King, nor did he mourn the power of the past.

The one I remember most vividly is the Great Tree King, who willingly exhausted his divine power and degenerated into a frail, childlike figure, yet always stood at the forefront of the calamity.

And that Heavenly Phoenix Demon God, whom I had never met before and had no connection with, yet who descended gracefully from beyond the sea of ​​clouds to protect all living beings with his wings.

In the final chapter of his eulogy, written on his deathbed, he solemnly inscribed his immortal words with gold dust as ink and a stone tablet as paper:

"Children of the desert need not remember hatred; but please always remember this kindness, which is heavier than the red sand and deeper than the abyss."

The image slowly fades out, its lingering charm dissipating into the air like smoke.

Dixia stood frozen in place, her fingertips trembling slightly, and murmured, "What...what were those images just now?"

The voice was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing the lingering phantom.

Al-Hysen lowered his gaze to the silent skeleton, his tone calm and clear, without any ripples: "This is its memory from its life—a true echo that has been sealed away for a thousand years."

Rahman, standing to the side, suddenly staggered back half a step, his face ashen, his lips moving as he repeatedly murmured, "No...no—this is impossible!"

His voice was hoarse, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

The two trusted confidants following behind also stood frozen in place, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads, their hands unconsciously clenching their sleeves, shaking their heads repeatedly—

That wasn't a questioning, but rather an uncontrollable tremor deep within the soul when the foundation of one's faith crumbles.

At this very moment, the sacred texts, vows, and glory that the Red King's followers have upheld for generations, along with the spiritual dome they have built with their entire lives, cracked inch by inch and collapsed silently under the intense light of the truth.