"What happened here!?" Morax exclaimed, his face full of shock.
"My guess is that the masked man brought us back to life. The Archon War is nearly over, and the Guili Plains still belong to both of us Demon Gods."
"Even if all of the Guili Plains belonged to me, I certainly wouldn't be chosen as one of The Seven. The Guili Plains are simply too small. Once the Archon War ends, the Demon Gods who aren't chosen as one of The Seven may face a reckoning from the one from Celestia."
"So that man wanted to kill Marchosius and me ahead of time, then bring us back as mortals. That way, we could safely survive the reckoning after the Archon War."
"As for why he chose Marchosius and me..."
"Morax, you know that man, don't you?"
Hearing Guizhong's theory, Morax, the Adepti, and the Yakshas all understood at last.
They had lived here for so long that they had nearly forgotten why the Archon War had begun in the first place.
It was just as Guizhong had said. The Guili Plains were far too small to qualify for a seat among The Seven. This was nothing more than a small village, hardly worthy of being called a nation.
Liyue, with its fully developed systems, was on an entirely different level from the Guili Plains.
Besides Liyue Harbor, vast stretches of land such as Cuijue Slope, Jueyun Karst, Lingju Pass, and Tianqiu Valley all belonged to Liyue.
That was the scale a nation ought to have.
Rather than calling the Guili Plains a nation, it would be more accurate to call them a region split off from Liyue.
As things stood, the Guili Plains now nominally belonged entirely to Morax.
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