The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Unlike the dragons, who never engage in any pretense. They simply kill someone with a single swipe of their claws, at most embedding the corpse in a wall.

Although these were all outdated ideas, Lance Sandks still felt that dragons were of higher quality than humans.

This is the confidence that the dragon race gave her!

"Your place is really..." Qin paused, unsure how to comment on the border region.

Despite possessing numerous powerful magics and technologies, their applications are far from legitimate.

"It's cruel, isn't it? I think so too. But it's better now, a lot has changed." Lance Sanx looked at Ember, all of these changes were caused by him.

"Bang!" Another powerful punch landed, but it was like hitting the wind when it hit Wendy; nothing happened.

“The wind is unpredictable, you know,” Wendy, who had transformed into a thousand winds, appeared from afar and said, raising an eyebrow.

In reality, he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared. Every time Yu Jin threw a punch, he had to hold his breath and pay close attention to his every move.

The embers were too fast, so fast that Wendy had to be on high alert to deal with every attack.

“Alright!” Ember took a deep breath, then said in a lighthearted tone, “In that case, let me see if the wind can move these things!”

"Ah—" A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, burst forth from the gaps in the Ember Armor, sounding like a normal gale, yet also like a human shout.

Pure white objects appeared out of thin air as the wind billowed from the embers. They floated around like specks of light.

They flickered and crowded together... quickly filling the space. In contrast to the pure white was the body of Ember, whose armor grew increasingly black and viscous, as if molded from mud.

Under the pure white shroud, even the wind ceased to move.

After all, nothing is left here except the soul.

Chapter 189 The Winds of the Past

2023-09-23

"Hoo—, cough cough!" Wendy looked at the pure white before him and took a deep breath. But apart from his mouth opening, nothing happened. Caught off guard, Wendy coughed heavily a few times.

The space was filled with something, so much so that even the wind had nowhere to move. This space was like a vacuum, yet it was also very different from a vacuum.

At least a vacuum isn't this "heavy." Wendy raised his hand, and nothing hindered his movement. Yet, he clearly felt a deep weariness.

Something was pressing down on him, its weight penetrating his body and falling straight into Wendy's soul, giving him a feeling of being stuck in mud and sand, a feeling of blockage and suffocation.

"Now there's no way to escape, is there?" Yu Jin's voice came, very hoarse, completely different from before.

"Hey! Are you alright?" Wendy looked at the truly corrupted Ember and felt a strange, inexplicable unease.

This feeling came so suddenly that even Wendy herself was quite surprised.

"It's nothing, what could possibly be wrong with me?" Yu Jin's voice was still hoarse, but his tone was still his usual carefree and lighthearted one.

Venti, transformed into a thousand winds, was indeed difficult to deal with. Moreover, this was a sparring match, and Ember couldn't reveal his ultimate move. Therefore, he could only use the weight of his soul to suppress the winds completely, leaving no gaps.

The darkness on Yu Jin's body is proof of his desperate efforts to strip away his soul and will.

He didn't want to drive Wendy or anyone else crazy. He seemed to be the only one who had stared into the abyss and emerged unscathed.

In a way, Ember also went mad once. But he came back in the end. He's a cheerful person, and cheerful people are usually lucky.

"Fine, fine, just take this off! I'm not turning into wind anymore!" Wendy was intimidated by Ember's gaze. He had a feeling that something beneath that armor wanted to burst out.

"Don't regret it."

"No regrets!"

“Alright.” Yu Jin nodded, and the pure white light spots were absorbed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

On the embers' armor, the blackness faded, and the old, silvery-gray color of steel returned.

"How can you fight me if you don't transform into wind? If I throw this punch, you can expect to be lying in the Church of the West Wind for months!"

After saying that, Yu Jin punched the flat ground.

"Crack!" The sound of marble cracking rang out, and countless mysterious runes appeared on the ground. However, none of this could stop the unleashing of pure power.

Centered on the embers, large sections of the floor were torn up and shattered, revealing the original appearance of the Thousand Winds Temple floor below.

Sand flew everywhere, some of it hitting Wendy's face in the distance. He wiped the sand off his face, his eye twitching involuntarily.

He now realized that Ember was indeed simple and brutal. Pure power and speed were enough to shatter many things.

Wendy sighed. After trying for a long time, she hadn't gotten anything out of her and felt a little frustrated.

He looked at the Heart of God at his waist; its light was dim, but it still had a faint glow.

"Is this probably the last time I'll use this thing?" Wendy looked at the Heart of God and couldn't help but smile.

Then he looked at Ember, thinking that using it on Ember wouldn't be an insult to this gift from the sky.

A few specks of emerald-green divine power emanated from the heart of the god and gathered on the Sky Harp. As a result, the Sky Harp became even more emerald green.

At the same time, Wendy began to emit a faint glow. His aura also began to change, becoming mysterious and immense.

“That is…” Jean felt as if her Eye of God was being drawn to something, and it, like Venti below, emitted a faint green light.

“Heart of God, oh—, what is Barbatos trying to do?” Dvalin’s breathing became heavy.

He seemed to be losing his understanding of Barbatos. He didn't know why Barbatos was fighting the Embers or using the Heart of God.

"Huh? The Heart of God? What's that?" Paimon asked, puzzled by Dvalin's words. It was the first time she had ever heard the term "Heart of God."

"The Heart of God is the medium through which the seven gods exercise their authority; it is a higher form of your human God's Eye. It's clearly just a game, not a life-or-death struggle, so why did Barbatos use the Heart of God?"

Dvalin's eyes were filled with doubt. The Heart of God—Barbatos wouldn't normally use it so easily.

"Then hurry down and stop them!" Paimon shouted anxiously as he saw Wendy's light growing brighter below.

That's the power of a Seven Gods; Paimon doesn't think Ember can withstand it.

However, no matter how much she struggled in Ying's arms, no one had any intention of going down to stop the fight.

Ying stared at the bright, eye-like object at Wendy's waist, seemingly lost in thought. She then asked Lance Sanx, "Lance Sanx, aren't you worried about your senior?"

"Hehehe, don't worry. The King won't die anyway. Besides, he's seen far more powerful people than you can imagine." Lance Sanks ran over to Ying and ruffled Paimon's hair, comforting her.

"So don't worry, he's definitely more reliable than we are."

"Is...is that so?" Paimon looked incredulous. Those were the Seven Gods, were they? Was Ember really that powerful?

But seeing Lance Sanx's confident expression, Paimon couldn't help but believe him a little.

She's already starting to wonder if she's offended Ember in any way. After all, if Ember is really that strong, admitting defeat wouldn't seem too shameful.

……

Ember blinked, sensing the power emanating from the heart of God. The power of faith? Or perhaps a special power born from the collective will of humanity?

Something I've never seen before.

Ember was always full of curiosity about things he had never seen before. So he didn't interrupt Wendy's charge-up.

The wind began to blow again. But this time, the wind carried some different characteristics.

The gentle breeze felt so comforting as Wendy played her Sky Harp, and the wind swayed with the music.

These winds blew, their rhythm and amplitude slowly changing, eventually becoming what they used to be.

The winds of the past once swept through the embers of the Temple of a Thousand Winds, brushing against his armor and outlining his form in places unseen.

The wind, too, seeped through the gaps in the armor, pierced the darkness, and blew upon the embers' eternally burning body. They had once taken on human form, but in the end, they had become wind again.

The winds of the past intertwined between the two, gradually coalescing into a blurry figure. This figure was indistinct, like a flickering shimmering light. One could vaguely discern that it was a person clad in full armor.

"Hmph!" Wendy's face suddenly turned pale. There were so many people, so many that even the wind couldn't capture their presence.

He looked up at Ember, who was crouching on the ground, also looking at him.

"Ha—" Wendy took a deep breath and squeezed out all the divine power from the Heart of God at his waist.

More winds began to flow, constantly feeding back everything Wendy had etched. The figures drawn by the wind began to emerge from the blurry silhouettes.

Ember looked at the blurry figure standing between himself and Wendy, then at Wendy, whose eyes were closed and whose fingers were moving rapidly.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Wendy's forehead, and the muscles in his face twitched involuntarily. This was the first time Ember had ever seen Wendy working so hard.

"Sizzle—" The sound of flames igniting rang out, and the embers bore traces of melting.

However, this time his aura was extremely concealed; if you closed your eyes, you probably wouldn't even know there was someone standing there.

The intense, vast aura that should have resonated was instead used by the embers elsewhere.

They drifted back to the past with the wind.

Wendy, who was in the distance, suddenly felt a sense of relief. The feeling of being watched by countless people dissipated.

Instead, there was a warmth like that of a mother or the sun. It seemed as if people had become fire? And the imprinting process seemed easier than before.

Wendy opened his eyes and saw Ember, who had returned to normal. The latter felt Wendy's gaze and nodded at him.

Wendy felt relieved, and his fingers danced rapidly. At the same time, the wind blew even faster.

In a whirlwind, the blurry figure finally became clear.

Ember looked up and saw a slightly stiff version of himself. It was a projection of his past self in the present, drawn by Wendy with the wind.

Chapter 190 Cavalry vs. Infantry

2023-09-24

"What's going on? Why are there two embers?" Paimon's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the scene below.

Her head had received too much information today, making her a little dizzy. Paimon, watching Ying's unwavering gaze, secretly resolved that when they got back, she would definitely pester Ying to buy her lots of delicious food!

"Does your wind god... possess authority over time?" Lance Sanks looked at the other ember below, having just sensed the fluctuations in time.

The Dragon King Platonssanks resides in the rift between time and space, and each of his scales contains the power of time and space.

Therefore, unlike other long-lived species, dragons are more sensitive to time than other living beings.

"Time?" Ying, Jean, and Diluc were all shocked. Time? Had Venti just manipulated time?

Amidst their astonishment, a profound sense of powerlessness arose within everyone. The power of the gods was truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even a weakened god like Wendy possesses some ability to manipulate time. What about the other gods?