I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [231]

With the crunch of snow beneath her boots, the Traveler and her companions arrived once again at the cave halfway up the mountain—the very place they had left not long ago.

The massive, spiral-shaped door loomed before them like an ancient glacier, its frigid aura piercing to the bone.

Standing in front of the door, the Traveler retrieved three small boxes from her backpack, taking them out one by one. A fleeting sense of wistfulness crossed her expression as she murmured softly,
"I hope you can rest in peace."

With those simple words, she placed the three boxes where they belonged.

Click—!

A mechanism shifted.

The ground trembled ever so slightly beneath them as the door before the Traveler slowly opened.

The ruins of the Entombed City—Ancient Palace welcomed her inside.

Yet, instead of stepping forward immediately, the Traveler turned to Zhongli and asked,
"If we go in now, we won’t miss my brother, right?"

"No," Zhongli replied with a light shake of his head.
"They are headed here as well. Based on my estimation, they should arrive soon. There is no need to worry—we should enter and take a look inside first."

"Alright," she nodded.

Without hesitation, the Traveler stepped into the ancient palace.

The moment she entered, her gaze fell upon the murals on the walls.

In this land of white snow and blackened earth, the paintings depicted rare hues—vivid greens and fiery reds.

The palace shimmered with an eerie blue glow. After unlocking the three ornate chests within, the Traveler stood still, momentarily lost in thought.

She couldn’t help but turn back to Zhongli and the others, voicing her curiosity.

"Mr. Zhongli, what do you think the princess and that foreigner, Imunlaukr, were thinking in the end?"

"Did the princess resent him? Did Imunlaukr feel helpless and despairing? Why is there so much tragedy and sorrow in this world?"

"Why must those who entrust their hearts to each other always be forced apart?"

The words tumbled out, completely unlike her usual self. A shadow of melancholy clouded her expression.

"This is not something I can answer for you," Zhongli said calmly. "You must find the answer yourself."

"The answer I give you would not be the one you seek. Deep down, you already know how to respond."

"...."

The Traveler fell silent for several seconds before giving a small nod—she agreed with Zhongli's words.

Just as she was about to speak again—

BOOM—!

A deafening explosion suddenly echoed through the mountain. Even from within the palace, the terrifying sound rang out loud and clear.

"Huh??"

The Traveler snapped her head toward Zhongli.

Zhongli met her gaze and, as if stating the obvious, nodded.

"Yes, just as you suspect—that was caused by your brother."

"They should be at the summit now. They’ll be here soon."

"We can use this time to prepare."

His face remained composed, utterly unshaken.

"Prepare? Besides mental preparation, what else do we need?" Paimon, who had been unusually quiet until now, finally spoke up.

"Preparation for battle," Zhongli replied, glancing at Paimon before turning back to the Traveler.

"If your brother has been coerced or deceived into turning against this world—what will you do?"

The question caught the Traveler off guard.

But she didn’t hesitate.

"Of course—I'll knock some sense into him!"

Her voice rang with unwavering determination.

"....."

Zhongli neither affirmed nor denied her answer.

He simply remained silent.

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A massive Geovishap roared furiously.

Its claws dug into the ground, channeling an immense concentration of Geo energy, forming a colossal boulder between its talons.

BOOM—!

With a thunderous crash, the monster hurled the massive rock skyward, aiming straight at the Skyfrost Nail.

The boulder tore through the air with a terrifying explosion, the sound reverberating across the entire snowfield.

Yet, despite the force of impact, the Skyfrost Nail merely wobbled slightly—remaining unscathed.

"...Was that really necessary, Gold?"

A sorceress sighed, spreading her hands in exasperation.
"Destroying the Skyfrost Nail won’t affect us. It won’t affect the floating island, either. You’re just venting your frustration."

"Hmph—!"

The Alchemist of Gold snorted, snapping her fingers.

In an instant, the massive Geovishap dissolved into pure elemental energy, vanishing into the cold air.

"Let’s go."

She spoke curtly.

"Where to?"

The golden-haired prince asked.

"The Entombed City—Ancient Palace," the alchemist replied.

"It’s one of the most likely places where time distortion could occur. Have the mages search for an entrance."

"That palace should still be sealed. Its door has a distinctive spiral shape—it’ll be easy to recognize."

"Hm."

The golden-haired prince gave a brief nod.

Without further words, he commanded the Abyssal Cryo Mages around him to scout ahead.

A few minutes later, his brows furrowed slightly as he turned to the Alchemist of Gold.
"We’ve found it."

"But… something is off."

"Hm?" The alchemist turned her cold, blue-green gaze toward him. "What’s off?"

"The door is already open."

The prince’s voice was steady, but a hint of sharpness lay beneath.

"And there are people inside."

"Looks like the adventurers who lifted the mountain’s seal," the sorceress mused, raising an intrigued brow.

"They’re quite good at solving puzzles…"

"Perfect," the alchemist said indifferently. The situation neither surprised nor concerned her.

Glancing at the prince, she continued,

"This saves us the trouble of unlocking it ourselves. Let’s pick up the pace—if there are traces of time distortion inside, we can trap the adventurers within the ruins and prevent them from taking anything out."

"Understood, teacher."

The golden-haired prince didn’t argue. Without hesitation, he increased their marching speed.

It took less than fifteen minutes.

The prince, the sorceress, the Alchemist of Gold, and a host of Abyssal Cryo Mages arrived at the entrance of the Entombed City—Ancient Palace.

Without hesitation, the prince led the mages inside.

Then, a sudden, familiar voice—clear and trembling—called out to him.

"Brother??"

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T/N: i fixed some of the names

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