Original God: I am in Sumeru, and I become the God of Grass at the beginning

When the three of them reappeared, the surrounding scene had changed to a desert.

Unlike the desert, there are dead trees everywhere and dead grass that has not yet had time to weather.

It's as if this was originally a forest, but a sandstorm suddenly blew up not long ago, taking away all the life here.

In addition to these, some ruins can still be seen on the ground.

A few years ago, it wasn't what it is today.

"It always feels like this place doesn't feel like a desert......" Paimon sighed in a low voice.

"A nostalgic feeling. Xiao Jixiang leaned down, grabbed a handful of sand, and let it slide down his fingertips.

"There used to be ways for us to communicate with plants and trees, once every plant and tree in this land had their own ideas, and once the sand in the desert and the water in the rainforest could live in harmony...... It's a pity that those were all in the past. Xiao

Jixiang's voice is very soft, but every word is extremely true and thought-provoking.

"Is the large-scale desertification in Sumeru related to the fall of the first generation of grass gods?" Luo Mu thought for a while and asked.

"Hmm...... It mattered, but that's for later.

Xiao Jixiang looked into the distance and said slowly: "The place where it connects with the Sea of Silent Ember is originally a desert that is inaccessible, although I have never been to the Sea of Silent Ash, but I have also heard the first generation of grass gods say that it is a place where 'the wind can't take away your embers'."

Later, the original grass god created a tropical rainforest around the desert and the "Samir Wall" to block the heat wave, and his footprints provided a means for the desert and rainforest tribes to live peacefully.

It's a pity...... That sudden calamity took everything away, and perhaps he had already thought of this ending when he was summoned by Tianli.

The already fragile leylines were shattered by his retreat, just like the trunk of a dead tree was broken, and the associated branches lost the possibility of survival.

Since then, the desert has spread unstoppable, and the tribes living there have gradually become worried about their future survival.

After listening to Xiao Jixiang's narration, Luo Mu felt that if the first generation of grass gods did not die, they must also be a talent.

Judging by the fact that he created green spaces out of thin air, or built walls to block heat waves, he was a competent elemental god.

It's a pity that in the world of Teyvat, good gods are generally not rewarded.

If it is said that the thunder and lightning are really because the force value is not full, it was consumed by the calamity monster in exchange for injuries.

Then the death of the first grass god is a bit strange.

Because his power effect is obviously more suitable for fighting, and even if he can't fight, he can use the grass element to milk himself, anyway, he can protect himself no matter what, and he shouldn't die there.

The only possibility is that in the midst of that catastrophe, there was an even more powerful being who wanted to kill someone with a knife, and thus used it as bait to kill one of her too clever "employees".

It's reasonable, but if that's the case, it's a bit scary.

Luo Mu retracted his thoughts and asked again: "As a second-generation grass god now, don't you have the ability to change this status quo?"

"I've tried...... But failed...... The reality is more complicated than I thought. Xiao Jixiang lowered his head, looking like a child who had made a mistake from a certain angle.

Seeing this scene, Luo Mu didn't have much to say.

After all, according to the age of the demon god, Xiao Jixiang was originally a child.

Whether it is mental or ability, she is far inferior to her peers.

......

"Author's words:

Stop, readers don't read it first, the plot will jump later, you can add a bookshelf and so on.

Why is this so? To put it simply: I started writing in March, and I wrote it so early that it was messy and incoherent. It doesn't matter if you backstab you in the back, the main thing is that a lot of things are not written clearly.

The front is not written well, the author does not put it badly, does not supervise it, does not end it badly, does not pretend to be dead, but actively listens to the suggestions of readers and revises it from the beginning. (Four chapters have been changed so far)

just like that, a non-rotten backstab author remains.　」