Seeker of Teyvat

The two of them just sat like this, basking in the sun for a while.

a long time,

Only then did the old dean speak again: "Are young people today already so patient? If I don't ask, why don't you take the initiative to ask?"

A smile appeared on Wang Daoyi's face: "Since the emperor asked me to come to you, it must be that you have something to tell me. For existences like you and the emperor who have lived for thousands of years, although I pride myself on being smart, I don't think so. I can outplay you."

That's right, when Wang Daoyi heard that Zhongli asked him to come over and see the old dean, he knew that the other party must have something to do with him.

Otherwise, why would Zhongli talk to Wang Daoyi about the old dean for no reason?

Just because the old dean is dying?

It's ridiculous. Zhongli has experienced the death of many important people in his life. The old dean may be very important, but to Zhongli, it is just that.

It must be because the old dean had mastered something and was only prepared to tell Wang Daoyi that Wang Daoyi was allowed to see the old dean.

"If I were half as sensitive as you, maybe everything would be different."

Looking at Wang Daoyi, the old dean shook his head slightly.

Then he continued: "I'm going to die, and some things need to be inherited, so I chose 豼."

Wang Daoyi's face was calm, without the slightest surprise or surprise.

Now he is the Lord of Red Sand, and even more so the Lord of Mysteries of Inheritance.

It's not like I'm surprised by the inheritance of a person who is the ultimate human being.

"Why me? There are many good young men in Liyue. Among others, Xingqiu, Chongyun, and even Hutao, they are all very good young people."

Hearing Wang Daoyi's question, the old dean shook his head slightly: "It's different. Just like me when I was young, they all 'succumbed' to fate, and my secret is not allowed to be known by fate."

"? What do you mean by 'destiny'?" Wang Daoyi grasped the key point.

"The Eye of God." The old dean said a term, and then continued, "As a former member of the Rock, you may know something. The Eye of God is not a gift, it comes with a price."

"When a person's desire reaches a certain level, the gods will cast their sight. This is the origin of the Eye of God known to the public."

"But in fact, you should also understand that although the Seven Gods can affect the distribution of some God's Eyes in their own domain, in essence, this power comes from Sky Island."

"The sight behind the Eye of God is not the Seven Gods, but the [gods] on Sky Island."

"So, I don't want my secret to be caught by Sky Island's sight."

After listening to the old dean explain his reasons,

Wang Daoyi frowned, a little confused. He reached out and picked up a gem-like Eye of God from his waist, which was his own Eye of the Rock God.

"But, old dean, I am also a person with the eyes of God."

Wang Daoyi not only has the Eye of God, he is also the best holder of the Eye of God. Before he obtained the power left by the Red King, most of his combat power came from the gift of the Eye of God.

The old dean raised his eyelids and glanced at the Eye of God in Wang Daoyi's hand, and then slowly shook his head: "You are different."

"What's different about me?"

"After you accept my gift and light up your own destiny star, the Eye of God will no longer be a constraint on you. Moreover, when you take that step, you will see what is behind the Eye of God."

"At that time, you can decide for yourself whether you still want to hold this Eye of God."

The old dean's voice was slow and powerful. He looked at the Eye of the Rock God in Wang Daoyi's hand, with some memories in his eyes.

Wang Daoyi became even more confused. He always felt that the old dean also had the potential of the Riddler.

No, according to his age, this old dean may be the ancestor of the Riddler.

With a trace of doubt, Wang Dao opened his mouth and said: "You mean, there is a huge conspiracy behind the Eye of God?"

"No, it's not a conspiracy, kid. Conspiracy is a bad word, and the Eye of God does not exist for bad things. Therefore, there is a deeper story behind it, but it is not a conspiracy."

"Okay, I understand." Wang Dao nodded. Since it is not for bad things, it is for some necessary things, even if it may go against the wishes of the holder of the Eye of God.

"Ha, you can see these things yourself when you get to that position. Now let's continue talking about whether you want to take over my secret."

The old dean waved his hand slightly, stopped talking about the Eye of God, and turned his target back to his secret.

With some piety, Wang Daoyi nodded very naturally: "Of course, my divine way has destined me to be incapable of resisting unknown secrets, especially the secrets of an ancient person like you."

Upon hearing Wang Daoyi's answer, a smile appeared on the old dean's old wrinkled face.

One hand was slightly raised, and a wind barrier appeared, covering the small courtyard.

Wang Daoyi casually looked at the barrier.

I recognized the many runes on it, most of which were runes for protection, isolation, hiding, and secrecy.

"I'm used to being vigilant, but it makes you laugh."

"No, in the face of knowledge that may bring danger, no matter how vigilant you are, you should do it."

Wang Daoyi didn't mind the old dean's vigilance, or in other words, if he was the one to spread the secret knowledge he knew to others, he might add a few more layers of protection.

"That's good. If you have this idea, it means you are really suitable to be [His] custodian." Looking at Wang Daoyi, the old dean became more and more satisfied.

Wang Daoyi realized that what the old dean was about to tell him was unusual, he straightened his face and said seriously: "Please speak frankly, old dean."

The old man looked at Wang Daoyi's serious face, then stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards his chest.

"Morax always thought that I could live for so long because of the blessing of [Time], but in fact, even [Time] itself is no longer active in the world. How could the trace of favor left by him allow me to survive?" A strong man can survive for a thousand years."

The old dean's right hand glowed slightly, and half of his palm was already buried in his chest.

A strong breath of life echoed within the wind barrier,

"The reason why I can survive this thousand years as a mortal is not only because of the blessing of time, but also because my biggest secret is the [original] secret."

The old dean's hand had completely disappeared into his chest, as if he had grabbed something and wanted to pull it out.

"You need to remember what I say next, it is the first secret of the world." There was a trace of pain on his face, but the old dean's voice did not tremble at all: "The year of holding a branch, the eternal life in the sky. The throne came, made four shadows, defeated the master of the old world, became the new god of the world, and began the creation of heaven and earth."

"The blood of the giant Pangu turned into rivers, Purusha's body was cut to nourish all living beings in the universe, and Ymir's brain became the sea of ​​clouds in the sky. These three gods are the 'original people' in various legends."

"Together with the shadow of [life], the original throne created birds, beasts, and water fish, and together they created flowers, plants, and trees. Finally, they created humans."