"A festival...? Lantern Rite? Will we celebrate it every year?" Morax seemed to understand a little.
"Yes. There are already plenty of things on the ground, but all the sky has is a single moon. Doesn't that seem like a waste, with such a vast sky?" Xiu Yuan tilted his head slightly and gazed up at the False Sky.
At that moment, the moon hidden among the thin clouds slowly emerged, casting its radiance over the land. Though it lacked the sun's dazzling heat, its light was gentle and soothing.
"If everyone releases a Sea Lantern... that certainly would be a spectacular sight. But what does a Sea Lantern look like?" Morax asked.
"Since I came up with this festival, and it exists to remember me, I'll naturally design the Sea Lanterns myself. That way, even if they forget my name, remembering Lantern Rite will be the same as remembering me. Would that work?"
Hearing Xiu Yuan's words, Morax once again found himself torn.
He actually wanted the people of Liyue to remember that there was a God named Xiu Yuan, rather than Lantern Rite.
Even if Lantern Rite carried a wonderful meaning and was a brilliant idea, it still wasn't Xiu Yuan himself.
"Morax, names don't really matter. They're nothing more than symbolic labels."
"You can be Zhongli the human, Morax the Demon God, or Rex Lapis in the eyes of Liyue's people."
"And Lantern Rite can serve as my name, too. Whenever the festival comes around, I'll witness the wishes of Liyue's people, along with their happiness and well-being. Isn't that another way of remembering me?"
"Compared to the 'Dark Night King,' who wears a mask and never shows his face, I prefer 'Lantern Rite,' which symbolizes peace and happiness."
In the end, Morax let out a sigh