I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [226]

Stepping out of Albedo’s laboratory, Guizhong remained animated, chattering excitedly around the Traveler.

She seemed particularly fascinated by how the golden-haired girl, Lumine, could leap such great distances with ease.

Zhongli, however, remained unfazed.

After all, the Traveler was a being capable of traversing worlds—an interdimensional voyager. While her abilities might involve some tricks, in terms of raw power, she likely wasn’t much weaker than Guizhong or Fu Hua, who, despite their strength, remained bound to their respective worlds.

Covering a distance of several hundred meters in an instant? That was hardly surprising.

"Where are we headed now?"

Fu Hua, trailing at the back, directed her question to the Traveler and Guizhong, who led the way.

"Are we heading straight into the depths of the snowfield?"

"Exploring." The Traveler, ever succinct, stated her goal plainly.

Paimon, acting as her ever-reliable external voice, immediately picked up where she left off. "Yep! We’re here to explore the snowfield. The main goal is to search for Lumine’s brother, so it makes sense to check everywhere!"

"Lumine heard that Abyss Order activity has been spotted here, with a lot of Hilichurls around, so she thought—maybe her brother might be here too. After all, the diviner Zhongli hired last time said there was a chance he was in their hands."

"Perfect timing, then." Guizhong smiled. "Before coming here, I studied this place thoroughly. I know exactly where to find traces of the Abyss Order."

"Follow me."

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BOOM!

A deafening crash shook the ground as the Ruin Guard lost its balance and collapsed. A moment later, a single, clean punch shattered its head completely.

Yet before being destroyed, the machine emitted an eerie, unintelligible sound:

"@#！@#￥！@"

Fu Hua slowly withdrew her fist, her entire form still cloaked in unseen Honkai energy. She exhaled, warm breath condensing into mist before being carried away by the howling wind.

The white vapor dissolved into the vast, snowy expanse.

"What are these Ruin Guards even saying?" Paimon crossed her arms, looking serious. "I’ve never seen ones outside the snowfield ramble nonsense before they shut down."

"Zhongli, do you know anything?" She squinted at him. "I bet there’s a huge secret behind this!"

This time, Zhongli didn’t dismiss Paimon’s speculation.

He gave a slight nod. "These Ruin Guards do, indeed, belong to a civilization that was destroyed five hundred years ago."

"Haha! See?" Paimon grinned triumphantly. "I knew it! I bet this is a major secret. Maybe it even ties into why that civilization was wiped out!"

"What kind of secret could it be?" She tapped her chin in thought. "Maybe an unstoppable natural disaster? A war that engulfed the whole civilization? Or perhaps… they discovered some forbidden weapon that the gods disapproved of, so they were destroyed?"

"If we unravel this mystery, we might find an incredible treasure—maybe even the last remnants of that lost kingdom!"

"Come take a look at this."

Guizhong’s voice called from not far away, cutting off Paimon’s train of thought.

"There’s an inscription here," she said. "It might be helpful."

The group quickly gathered around.

"…With the soul as its will, and star silver as its bones… Only those who can wield it may cleave through ice and snow. Imunlaukr…"

Guizhong read the inscription aloud.

"It appears to be a record," Fu Hua observed.

"Hmm…" The Traveler nodded slightly.

"If I had to guess," Paimon said, raising a brow with satisfaction, "this is saying that an outsider named Imunlaukr obtained a weapon—one with star silver as its core, capable of cutting through ice and snow!"

"That much is obvious," Guizhong remarked bluntly, unimpressed by Paimon’s attempt to sound insightful. "If my research is correct, there are a total of eight such inscriptions hidden throughout this mountain."

"Wait, really? People have explored these before?" Paimon blinked in surprise.

"Yes," Guizhong confirmed. "But no one has ever recorded the full contents. Adventurers aren’t particularly interested in them, and serious historians rarely venture into such a harsh environment.

"If you’re interested, Traveler, we could be the first to fully document these inscriptions."

Lumine’s golden eyes sparkled as she nodded earnestly—she loved the thrill of uncovering the unknown.

At that moment, Fu Hua, who had remained mostly silent, suddenly spoke.

"How long ago do you think this inscription was carved?"

"Roughly two thousand years," Guizhong replied, though she sounded uncertain. "According to historical records, this mountain only became a snowfield around that time. Before that, it was a flourishing land."

"Then…" Fu Hua turned to Zhongli. "I recall you’ve lived for thousands of years."

"Indeed, over six thousand," Zhongli confirmed with a nod.

"In that case, you should remember how this mountain changed, shouldn’t you?" Fu Hua asked plainly. "It’s right next to Liyue. You must have seen it happen."

"Hmm… From a purely logical standpoint, you are correct." Zhongli shook his head, rejecting the notion. "However, as adventurers, there is something uniquely thrilling about exploring an abandoned kingdom buried in snow. I imagine the Traveler would agree."

"If I simply revealed the full story now, wouldn’t that take all the excitement out of it?"

"Mm!" The Traveler nodded enthusiastically—she couldn’t agree more.

As a voyager from another world, one of the few pleasures she had in Teyvat was unraveling its many historical mysteries. Well… that, and admiring the beautifully unique legs of its various female inhabitants.

"I think so too," Guizhong chimed in. "I love anything that feels like solving a puzzle—it reminds me of my days as the God of Wisdom."

Fu Hua, though she still found it somewhat unnecessary, chose not to argue. She wasn’t oblivious enough to ignore the mood.

The group wasted no time and quickly resumed their search for the remaining inscriptions.

It took them about four days, but at last, they had gathered all eight stone tablet records.

“…With the soul as its will, and star silver as its bones… Only those who can wield it may cleave through ice and snow. Imunlaukr…”

“…Tried to heal the leylines, but the tree had already withered. After the princess was given a simple burial…”

“…No response, no results. Faruhi ascended to the peak…”

“…Blizzards swept across the heavens. A pillar from the skies shattered into three…”

“…Fleeing ice and war, we arrived at this verdant paradise. Here, we erected this monument and established our capital, naming it Shar——fen…”

“…Dreamt of an all-consuming black dragon, blotting out the sun. A terrible omen. That same month, a foreigner…”

“…led the way to the pale tree deep in the mountains. That same month, the underground waterway…”

“…Gone. No longer any need to keep records. My greatest regret is that I will never see her finish the mural in the great hall…”

Even with all the inscriptions collected, the fragmented content made it difficult to piece together a complete narrative.

Even Guizhong, as meticulous as she was, couldn’t fully decipher their meaning.

There simply wasn’t enough information. Guessing blindly at this stage could lead to wildly inaccurate conclusions. And Guizhong, being the thorough person she was, refused to make careless assumptions.

However, while she wouldn’t offer her own conjecture, she could nudge the conversation toward Paimon—encouraging her to use that wildly creative imagination of hers to come up with a theory.

"Paimon."

"Hm?" Paimon frowned, deep in thought. "Don't bother me, I'm on the verge of figuring something out!"

"Paimon-sensei, why don't you share your thoughts?" Guizhong smiled, thoroughly entertained by the little floating companion’s serious expression.

"Ahem, ahem!" Paimon cleared her throat dramatically. "Alright then, listen up!"

"Go ahead, go ahead," Guizhong urged with a playful grin.

"This is actually pretty easy to understand!" Paimon adjusted an imaginary pair of glasses, assuming the air of a scholar.

"A long time ago, there was a kingdom called Shar——fen. To escape war and the freezing cold, they settled here. Back then, this mountain wasn’t a snowy wasteland—it was lush and thriving, a paradise on earth."

"But their peace didn’t last long. One day, someone in the kingdom dreamt of a massive black dragon so huge it blocked out the sky. Everyone took it as a bad omen. That same month, a foreigner named Imunlaukr arrived."

"For some reason, the kingdom was soon buried in snow and ice. A great pillar from the heavens shattered into three pieces."

"And then…" Paimon’s expression grew sorrowful. "It was the classic ‘hero saves the princess’ story, except… in this one, the princess wasn’t saved. She died. The Snowy Mountain Kingdom was swallowed by the blizzard and turned into this desolate wasteland."

"A real tragedy."

As she spoke, Paimon’s voice quivered slightly, and she wiped at the corner of her eyes. "So sad… Just imagining the people of that kingdom, growing more desperate as the blizzards worsened, freezing to death one by one… I feel like crying already."

Guizhong clapped her hands in admiration.

The Traveler, standing nearby, was also surprised—she hadn’t expected Paimon to construct such a well-organized and logical theory.

Even though… she wasn’t entirely convinced it was correct.

"An impressive deduction," Zhongli praised. Then, he offered a gentle reminder: "However, inscriptions alone may not reveal the full truth of the kingdom’s downfall. We need more clues. My apologies, Paimon."

"Mm~~! Zhongli’s right," Paimon agreed, nodding firmly. "I think so too!"

"Then," Zhongli asked softly, "where do you all believe we should search for these clues?"

The Traveler’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, she declared, "The summit! The very top of the mountain!"

"Indeed. The summit may hold the answers we seek. However…" Zhongli paused, smiling slightly. "We’ve been out here for several days now. Our food and water supplies are nearly depleted, and we are all growing fatigued. I suggest we return to rest and resupply before making our way to the peak."

"What do you think?"

No one objected to the proposal. After packing up their things, the group began their journey back down the mountain.

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In a newly constructed Hilichurl camp, the howling blizzard lashed against the bone-and-hide tents, making them creak and groan in protest.

At the heart of the camp, a golden-haired young man—known to all as the Prince—sat beside a crackling fire, absently watching the flames.

Beside him stood a woman clad in a long robe, her entire form shrouded in fabric.

"Your Highness, our progress is going well."

Her voice was an intriguing mix of youthful sweetness and mature allure—both seductive and pure.

"Hm… That’s good."

The Prince’s gaze drifted past her, toward the Hilichurls and Abyss Mages gathered outside the tent, then further still, to the snowstorm raging beyond.

"What are you thinking about, Your Highness?"

The witch leaned in close, her hooded face drawing near the golden-haired boy’s.

"Are you still thinking about your sister?"

"And if I am? And if I’m not?" the Prince replied coolly.

"I think it’s only natural." The witch turned, placing her hands behind her back. If not for the heavy robe concealing her figure, her movement would have carried the grace of a young maiden.

"She is your only sister, and even now, her whereabouts remain unknown. It’s perfectly normal for an older brother to worry."

She spoke languidly, as if relishing every word. "Recently, at Mondstadt’s Witches’ Court, I overheard a new witch discussing a traveler from another world."

"…What?"

The Prince’s head snapped up.

"Aha~! That caught your attention, didn’t it, Your Highness?" The witch chuckled. "Mondstadt’s witches are rather unique—some of them have the ability to traverse worlds. But even so, true outsiders in Teyvat are exceedingly rare."

"After all, our world is little more than a pitiful existence trapped in the vortex of time. Few would choose to live here, let alone travel through it."

"Oh, by the way, I also heard… that the traveler was a golden-haired girl."

"I see." The Prince fell silent for a few seconds before murmuring, "Once this is over, I will go look for her."

"No need," the witch said, her voice carrying an odd, knowing amusement.

The Prince’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Look."

The witch removed her hood, revealing cascading red curls that burned like fire against the storm. A playful smile graced her youthful face.

"After all, the Snowy Mountain is still part of Mondstadt. Perhaps, Your Highness, you might just stumble upon your sister right here in the snow."

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