The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

The longan in Dvalin has returned to its emerald green color, but beneath that green, there is no vibrant life force.

Deep within those eyes, the azure wind dragon once again confronted the decaying demonic dragon after five hundred years.

It was a pure white space, a pristine white, without a trace of filth.

"Why? Why? Beautiful dragon, I just wanted to have fun."

"I just want to hear happy songs, and I want to tell you about my mother. I want to tell you how beautiful the place where I was born is."

"Why? Why! Beautiful dragon! Why did you stab my neck with your sharp teeth! Why did you bury me in the snowy mountains!"

The decaying dragon continued to whisper the same words it had repeated countless times. They were the deepest resentment within the heart of the dragon named "Durin."

In his final moments, Dulin awoke from his dream and, with a lingering wish, fell from the pristine sky.

Meanwhile, the resentment deep within its heart seeped into Dvalin's body along with the poisonous blood.

"Why? Why! Tell me! Dragon!!!" Dulin's resentment flickered and drifted as he charged toward Dvalin.

The ethereal black shadow was surprisingly resilient. Its dark red dragon claws sank deep into Dvalin's body, and dark red poison continuously seeped into Dvalin's body from between the claws.

"Roar—" Dvalin felt a piercing pain. He looked at his mangled dragon claw, then through his eyes at the nearly collapsing secret realm.

Something instantly filled Dvalin's mind. It was etched deeper than the resentment of poisonous blood, and flowed faster than the wind of freedom; its name was "rage."

"Pfft—" The dragon claws etched into Dvalin's body tore open huge gashes as he raged despite his pain and injuries.

Endless wind elements flowed from Dvalin's wounds, thick as blood.

"Roar—" But Dvalin paid no attention to any of that. He roared and charged toward Dulin's resentment, crushing it firmly under his feet.

Dvalin had long since forgotten his fear of poisonous blood. If the dragon's claws crumbled, he would condense the wind into sharp blades; if the demonic dragon was about to break free, he would use its mouth as well!

The abyss is not the only thing that can turn life into a beast.

Your happiness brings endless pain!

"Your mother would even deceive her own child!"

"Below your feet lie countless dead who have not even found a place to be buried!"

It was clearly just a clash of consciousness, but when Dvalin's fangs pierced the shadow, splattered deep-poisoned black blood; when his wind claws swung, dark brown flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Black blood now covered Dvalin's body. The poison within corroded him, and countless black wisps of mist rose up, carrying away Dvalin's flesh and blood as they went.

Meanwhile, the resentful Dulin beneath Tvalin was also struggling, its sharp teeth no less formidable than Tvalin's.

In the struggle, Dvalin's body was covered in countless wounds. But none of this stopped Dvalin's tearing motions; he now had only one thought—to tear "Durin" to shreds!

"You nearly destroyed Mondstadt five hundred years ago, and now you want to destroy me! Resentment? What right do you have to harbor resentment?!"

"The pain you see is laughter, the cries you hear are poetry—all of this is your mother deceiving you!"

"You resent me? What right do you have to resent me! I'll not only tear you to pieces, I'll tear your mother to pieces too!!!"

Dvalin opened his massive mouth, still covered in flesh and blood, and bit down on Dulin's resentful neck.

Then came the endless wind, a thousand kinds of wind interwoven into poetry that danced and blew from his mouth, sweeping away all the darkness.

"Ah—" Dulin, beneath Tvalin's feet, let out a sharp and piercing cry of resentment.

Its flesh and blood were blown by the endless wind, and the wind of freedom carried away resentment while also releasing what had been imprisoned within Dulin.

When the darkness faded, a pure white baby dragon appeared.

"Mom...Mom didn't lie to me...It was...it was my own idea to go out."

The pure white young dragon curled up in front of Dvalin, muttering something. Its body trembled incessantly, as if it were afraid of something.

"Yes! Yes! I ran away by myself, Mom didn't lie to me! Mom wouldn't lie to me!" As if he had found a suitable reason, the young dragon began to repeat this sentence over and over again.

It seems that if you say this too often, it will become true.

"I ran away, I'm sorry, don't blame Mom; I'm sorry, don't blame Mom; I'm sorry..."

Dvalin looked at the young dragon, which was no bigger than his palm, and stopped extending his claws.

His blood-stained face contorted in pain as he pondered whether or not to kill the young dragon.

The pure white baby dragon was Dulin; even a fool could figure that out. As for why Dulin was born from the torn resentment, Dvalin had no idea.

It's true that Dúrin brought immense disaster to Mondstadt, but Dúrin knew that everything about Dúrin was a false dream. And Dúrin itself was no different in mind from a child.

If Dulin were still wreaking havoc, Dvalin would have killed it without hesitation; but now that it was powerless to resist, Dvalin hesitated.

Tvalin was unaware that after tearing apart Dulin's resentment, his consciousness regained control of his body.

The struggle on his face was now directly reflected on the dragon's face as well.

The restless wind began to subside, and the abyss mages, realizing this, opened their eyes in shock, which had been closed as if awaiting death.

"Wind Demon Dragon? It hasn't been corrupted?!" The fire mage seemed to have seen something he couldn't believe, and immediately stood up and looked into the secret realm.

Through the eye of the storm, it saw the platform, which was mostly destroyed, the Wind Demon Dragon with a distorted face, and the darkened clumps of poisonous blood behind him.

"How is this possible! How is this possible!" The fire mage clutched his head, as if the scene before him had shattered some kind of understanding in his mind.

"Then go ask him. Aren't you on good terms with Wind Demon Dragon?" Lei Fa hopped over and said casually.

Isn't it good to survive? Why is the fire mage still in such a dying state? If you have any questions, just ask! Anyway, they have a good relationship with the Stormterror.

"You're not shocked at all!" The fire mage suddenly realized what was happening. It turned to look at the lightning mage bouncing around and the ice and water mages grooming each other, and asked in equal shock.

"Why are you so easily startled? You've never acted like this when you've narrowly escaped death before!" The water mage was startled by the fire mage, and then said:

"What's so strange about that? The Stormterror is powerful, the Order is powerful, and when two powerful beings fight, one of them wins. Isn't that normal?"

"You all think so?" The fire mage looked at the ice mage and the lightning mage with a shocked expression, his eyes filled with both anticipation and trepidation.

"almost."

"The Order isn't invincible, is it?"

"Hahaha, no wonder we bumped into each other!" The fire mage burst into laughter upon hearing the other abyss mages' responses.

In the minds of the demons of the Abyss Order, the power of the Abyss is supreme and omnipotent. The Order's grand plan will surely be realized.

The Fire Pharaoh had long realized its difference from its companions. It saw the power of the abyss as so great, and it paid little attention to the Order's mysterious and grand plans.

Over time, it became a marginal entity within the Order. The blasphemy within the fire mage remained buried deep within its heart.

But unexpectedly, it has now encountered its "companion," although its companion is probably only saying that because it is truly stupid.

The other abyss mages were also puzzled by the fire mage's inexplicable laughter. Had it taken the wrong medicine again?

……

The tower in the Wind Dragon Ruins is very tall, but something is even taller than the tower.

Ember lay on the white clouds, his hands forming a telescope shape. In his eyes, he saw the Wind Demon Dragon struggling with its dilemma and the Fire Mage laughing arrogantly.

As for why he could lie on the clouds? That's obviously fake! The embers were just flying horizontally in the sky.

As for why he hid in the clouds, it was because he felt it was better to hide while spying.

Four street thugs who used to steal eggs every day and block wells with slime have found a new target.

The wind dragon, corrupted by the poisonous blood, also cleared most of the poison from its body. Incidentally, it also unearthed Abedo's good brother.

"Yes, everything is moving in a positive direction." Yu Jin nodded in satisfaction.

Chapter 160 Maggots Clinging to Bones

2023-09-09

"Hey! Are you going to see the Stormterror?" The Ice Mage asked curiously when he saw the Fire Mage agonizing over the situation at the Eye of the Storm.

Even though the Stormterror had a good relationship with them and had broken free from the Abyss's corruption, why was the Fire Mage still hesitant?

The fire mage stared intently at the Wind Demon Dragon, which was struggling within the secret realm. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and plunged inside.

In its mind, the corruption of the abyss was irreversible, but Dvalin had now broken free. The fire mage didn't know the price Dvalin had paid, or whether he had truly broken free from the abyss's corruption.

After all, it had never seen a creature completely corrupted by the abyss—not counting abyss mages and apostles.

The fire mage teleported in front of Dvalin, but the latter did not react at all. Dvalin's eyes were unfocused, his consciousness still locked in a standoff with Durin.

The fire mage waited a while, but the Stormterror still didn't notice him. So he cautiously asked:

"Wind... Wind Demon Dragon?"

"Hmph—" The fire mage's words pulled Dvalin back from his subconscious. Coming to his senses, Dvalin saw the abyss mage in front of him and couldn't help but let out a heavy breath.

“I have a less certain idea.” Dvalin looked at the fire mage and extended his battered dragon claw.

A flash of blue light appeared above, and five solidified wind blades materialized. Even through the shield, the fire mage could faintly feel the sharpness emanating from them, a stinging sensation emanating from them.

“I know what you’re unsure about.” The fire mage nodded, not dodging Dvalin.

Anyway, it wasn't it that did it, so if anyone's going to die, it'll be Yuanhuo first.

"Speak!" Dvalin retracted his dragon claws and lay prone on the broken platform. He knew that a single abyss mage could not possibly arouse his poisonous blood.

"Speak! You'll regret it if you don't!" Ember appeared out of nowhere, standing next to Dvalin and pointing at the fire mage.

"???"

"???"

Dvalin and the fire mage were both startled. When did this guy get here?

"It's you, the guy who ruins our plans every day!" The fire mage retorted, pointing at the embers menacingly.

Every time they carry out their destructive plans, the embers "coincidentally" appear next to them.

Over time, the four of them lost count of how many times they had been beaten by Ember.

"Does stealing eggs and robbing Hilichurl slimes to block wells require any plan?" Ember was skeptical that such simple actions required planning.

"What do you know? Deceiving the Order takes a lot of brainpower!" The fire mage said angrily, looking at Ember's nonchalant attitude.

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