The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

But for Lance Sanx, the endless winds here are sharp blades, constantly tearing at her dragon scales.

"I'm leaving." Lance Sanks exhaled a deep, turbid blue breath, the breath of wind element raging within her.

Although she couldn't control these elemental forces, it wasn't a problem for her to force them out of her body.

"Hmm." Tvalin glanced at the dark blue slurry gushing from Lance Sanx's mouth, but didn't say anything to stop him from staying.

He had never experienced the feeling of being corroded by elements. But he imagined it must be just as painful as the poisonous blood corroding his back.

If Lance Sanks knew, he would definitely say that Dvalin was overthinking things. The wind element entered her body, trying to corrupt her, but it couldn't penetrate.

Lance Sanx felt as if a large amount of indigestible and wriggling stuff had entered her stomach, making her feel uncomfortable.

Just as Tvarin was moved by what Lance Sanx had done for him, several books, about the size of his head, appeared before him.

Unlike human books made of paper or leather, these enormous books look as if they were carved from rock.

It was incredibly thick and heavy, just like the contents of the book.

"Would you be interested in reading them yourself?" Lance Sankssan asked Dvalin, looking at the dragons' primers.

Historical stories leaning towards poetry, carefully crafted and concise prayer rituals, and artistic dragon patterns in distinct styles.

In every respect, these are the best resources for a beginner to understand all aspects of the Dragon Clan, both external and internal.

“But I can’t understand it.” Tevalin opened the giant book, where the characters, etched like dragon claws, twisted and meandered, unlike any other script on Teyvat.

Lance Sanx slapped his forehead, realizing his mistake. He'd been so focused on finding a book for Dvarin that he'd forgotten about translating it.

However, this wasn't difficult, since Ember had thoroughly mastered both the Teyvat script and the script used in the border regions. The Teyvat common language she was speaking was translated by Ember.

At worst, we can just make Yu Jin work overtime.

"Keep these for now. Even if you don't understand them, they'll still be very interesting." These books have illustrations, so even if you can't read the text, you can still enjoy the pictures.

"I'll go translate for you!" With that, Lance Sanks flapped his wings and flew out of the secret realm.

Upon hearing Lance Sanks' words, Dvalin's dragon tail swayed involuntarily. Did she mean she would come again?

……

The pure white dragon departed from the tower of the Wind Dragon Ruins, drawing the attention of the creatures on the ground below.

The Wind Dragon Ruins are filled with elemental energy and fierce winds, and monsters are rare. But now it's an exception.

Countless Hilichurls from all over wander through the Wind Dragon Ruins. Only the mysterious Cult of the Abyss could accomplish this.

"What was that just now? A dragon?"

"How is this possible! Mondstadt only has one dragon, Stormterror. Where did this one come from?"

"It looks like it just came from Stormterror's lair. I hope it's alright?"

In front of a burning campfire, several abyss mages were chattering about Lance Sanx, who had just left.

A new dragon has appeared in Mondstadt, and it just flew out of the tower where Stormterror resides. These unusual phenomena have cast a shadow over the hearts of the abyss mages.

Is the plan about to change again?

As for why I say "again"? Well, it's because the monsters that the Order had prepared for so long were unexpectedly wiped out, and even the newly dispatched apostles have disappeared without a trace.

Mondstadt seems to be stronger than they thought.

"Let's go! Let's go check on the Wind Demon Dragon." The fire mage looked at the towering tower that reached into the clouds, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The order's plan cannot afford to fail!

The other abyss mages had no objections; even if the fire mage hadn't said anything, they would have gone to see for themselves.

A jumble of seemingly chaotic incantations escaped the Abyss Mage's lips. They quickly vanished from the campfire.

When they reappeared, they were already inside the tower. However, the tower was not only tall, but also sealed by an ancient civilization, making the teleportation distance of abyss mages much shorter here.

After a brief respite, the abyss mages teleported upwards again. Luckily, they could teleport; otherwise, if they had to walk alone, they would have had to break the seal first and then climb up little by little.

Soon, thanks to the tireless efforts of the abyss mages, they finally reached the edge of the eye of the storm.

Wind elemental power surged from the eye of the storm, causing the abyss mages to feel a sharp pain.

"&◎＃!" Another incantation unique to abyss mages rang out, and then the abyss mages were enveloped by elemental shields of their respective colors.

The elemental energy in the secret realm is too concentrated; if they don't activate their shields, they will quickly die from elemental erosion.

The sound of the wind still lingered in the secret realm, but this time there were other sounds mixed in with it.

"Bang!" Dvalin turned a page of the book, the sound of the "paper" closing so dull, like rocks colliding.

This time, what met Dvalin's eyes was no longer obscure and difficult text, but an illustration that occupied the entire page.

In the scene, a blond man holds a dazzling golden spear and gazes intently into the distance.

His body was sculpted as if by a god, his taut muscles displaying his full power. Even in this crisis, his handsome and imposing face showed no sign of panic.

Among the scattered crowd, he was the only one going against the tide. Just like his beautiful blond hair, he possessed a character as pure as gold.

Dvalin was indifferent to humans, but he was drawn to the man in the picture.

Beauty is something that all living beings appreciate, and Godwin's physical and spiritual beauty is a kind of beauty that transcends species.

Dvalin knew in his heart that this was probably the Godwin that Lance Sanks had mentioned—someone who could turn enemies into friends through sheer charisma.

Dvalin hadn't believed it at first, but now he did. Even the Godwin in the illustrations resonated with Dvalin's dragon heart.

And what about his enemy? Dvalin followed Godwin's gaze in the painting and saw a colossal dragon, as large as a mountain range.

Beneath the dragon's claws lay Rodel's thick city walls, hundreds of meters high. Neither the intricate restrictions nor the meticulously designed structure could withstand the sheer power, reducing them all to ruins.

On the dragon's other claw was another spear—a crimson, thousand-meter-long, unparalleled lightning spear.

The Great Ancient Dragon Gransanx, a being who single-handedly breached the royal city.

The dazzling golden spear confronted the mountain-like thunder spear; this was the most exciting moment in the Ancient Dragon War.

Dvalin compared this scene to the epic he had heard in Lance Sanx.

His breathing became heavy, and Dvalin seemed to see a momentous scene from history reappear before his eyes!

Then Dvalin heard the panting of the abyss mage, who was also drawn in.

Chapter 154 Is this a book?

2023-09-07

"Huh? When did you guys get here!" Dvalin saw the abyss mages hunched over their books and immediately slammed the giant book shut.

When did these guys arrive? Dvalin's gaze toward the Abyss Mage began to turn hostile.

Now he wants to sever ties with the abyss mages. He used to associate with them because only the abyss mages found him after he awoke.

He feared loneliness, so he preferred to mingle with the abyss mages, even if they harbored ill intentions and had once been his enemies.

"Huh? Why is it closed? Let me check again!" The fire mage was more anxious than anyone else when he saw Dvalin close the giant book.

"Don't you hate humans?" Dvalin asked, looking at the abyss mages who were even more enthusiastic than him as they were clinging to the giant book.

These words instantly brought the abyss mages back to their senses. The fire mage belatedly patted the fur on his chest and looked nervously at the stone book in front of Dvalin.

What happened to it just now? Why would it develop feelings for a human? And why is the scene depicted in that illustration so different from the style of the seven kingdoms of Teyvat? Could it be the ruins of some ancient civilization?

After calming down briefly, more questions arose in the fire mage's mind. However, these questions could be put aside for now.

The most important thing now is the change in Dvalin. With such strong combat power, if we can bring him into the Order, the Order's future plans will be much easier.

"Wind Demon Dragon, where did you get these things from?" The fire mage looked at the stone book beside him, which was larger than himself, and asked in confusion.

This style of book has never appeared in the records of the Abyss Order. Moreover, Dvalin has always been in their sights, so it's impossible that he went out to find it.

It must be something that the white dragon brought earlier.

However, Dvalin did not answer the abyss mage's question. He looked up at the abyss mage, who was surrounded by elemental shields of various colors, and said:

"You can leave now. Don't look for me anymore. I'll handle the poisonous blood myself. Don't bother me."

After a moment's thought, Tvalin continued, "In any case, I'd like to thank you for your company during this time. I won't attack you if I see you again."

Most Abyss Mages are as mad and chaotic as the Abyss itself, but these four are different. They... they seem to be outcasts within the Abyss Order.

Anyway, Tvalin can get along with them.

After saying that, Dvalin lay down again and continued reading the giant book. The abyss mages exchanged bewildered glances after hearing Dvalin's words.

Dvalin's change of heart is too fast! Although Dvalin's expression is never good when he sees them, this is the first time he has directly chased them away.

"Are you sure? Apart from our Abyss Order, no one else can handle your poisonous blood." The fire mage floated in front of Dvalin, speaking as if giving a warning.

“I don’t need you anymore. To be honest, your aura is very similar to that of the poisonous blood, and I feel uneasy every time I see you. So, you should leave.” Tvalin exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils.

The aura emanating from the Abyss Mage was so similar to that of the Poison Blood that it sometimes gave him unpleasant associations.

There was no evidence to support these associations, so Tvarin did not voice them.

"You need to think..."

"Let's go!"

Just as an ice mage was about to say something, a fire mage interrupted him. It nodded to Dvalin, then led its companions out of the secret realm.

"Why did you stop me from speaking!" The ice mage was very dissatisfied with the fire mage's behavior.

“He’s already noticed.” The fire mage struggled to control his facial expression, making his already small orange eyes appear even smaller.

This makes it seem more cunning, but to the fire mage himself, it is a symbol of wisdom.

The Abyss Order helped cure the poisoned blood? That's a claim only a naive and inexperienced guy like Dvalin would believe.

When Dvalin first allowed the Abyss Order to touch his poisonous blood, the Abyss's corruption had already entered his body along with the poisonous blood.

These erosions usually lie dormant within Dvalin's body, subtly influencing his mind. However, they can erupt when needed.

It's a pipe dream for Dvalin to think he can get rid of the Abyss Order right now!

"Hold your positions and observe further." The fire mage saw Dvalin wagging its tail happily through the eye of the storm, and wondered what it was thinking.

……

"I'm back!" On the grass outside the Wind Dragon Ruins, a huge shadow covered Ember's body.