While I was in Mondstadt, I never imagined becoming a god.

He saw the thousand winds of Mondstadt materialize at that moment. Countless cyan winds gathered behind Wendy, frolicking in the river of time, singing the poetry of heaven and earth.

Those winds carry ancient tales: the fall of old Mondstadt, the war between the demons, and the final battle against the dragon five hundred years ago.

From Ying and Paimon's perspective, the bard who used to mooch drinks all day suddenly seemed like a completely different person.

He hasn't changed; it's still that familiar face.

But that aura—was divine.

The content of the contract is not subject to many restrictions.

Do not use power to do evil.

Do not let power control your true self.

Extend a helping hand to the world when needed during your journey to Teyvat.

That's it.

The last point made Xu Chuan pause slightly.

“In the capacity of a god,” Wendy looked at him, her emerald green eyes reflecting the light of a thousand winds, “a contract made with visitors from another world.”

Xu Chuan remained silent for a moment.

Then he reached out and took Wendy's right hand.

"I agree."

The contract is established.

There was no golden light, no extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth.

The wind from the windmill gently blows by, as if witnessing or blessing.

Xu Chuan released his grip and looked down at his palm.

The Heart of God, forged from the remains of the Third Adventist, lay quietly in his hand.

Although this thing is a bit ominous, it is, after all, a symbol of the Seven Gods, and its power is real.

Especially since his knight never dies unarmed, they are a perfect match.

The only thing to worry about is whether my small body can withstand the burden of fully activating the Heart of God.

The only known example of someone using the heart of a god with the full power of a human body is Nata Vulcan.

However, Mawika's case is too unique to be of much reference value.

As for the skirmisher who controls the Heart of Thor with a puppet body, that guy's body was originally designed to bear the power of the Heart of God, so it has no reference value at all.

However, Xu Chuan touched his chest.

His body has been strengthening over this period of time.

Adapting to elemental forces and the power of the abyss, their recovery speed far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Sooner or later, he will be able to unleash the full power of the Heart of God.

Moreover, this power is only transitional.

My greatest asset is the system.

After the contract ended, Wendy smoothly shed her divine persona.

He plopped back down in his seat, picked up his glass, took another sip, and put his usual nonchalant smile back on his face.

In just a few seconds, all that aura of a thousand winds and divine presence vanished.

Paimon's mouth opened slightly, then his eyes widened, and his expression was incredibly interesting.

"Singing for money..." she stammered, "...and it's actually the Wind God?!"

No one answered her.

Xu Chuan and Ying exchanged a glance, then tacitly looked away.

Paimon looked at this, then at that.

No matter how clumsy they were, they finally realized what was happening at this point.

"You—" she stomped her foot angrily, "Why do you all act like it's your right?"

"Was Paimon the only one who found out last?"

Wendy immediately sided with Paimon, saying with a sympathetic look, "Oh dear, those two are so wicked. Little Paimon is so much better, so innocent and kind."

“Right, right!” Paimon nodded vigorously. “You’re the best.”

"Wait, are you saying Paimon is stupid?"

“No, no,” Wendy smiled, her eyes crinkling, “I was just saying you’re cute.”

Paimon looked at him suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Looking at Paimon's sullen face, Yingmian's lips curled up slightly.

Outside the windmill, night was deepening.

The lights of Mondstadt lit up one by one, like stars scattered on the ground.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Lonely Girl

Under the cover of night, Mondstadt was quiet and peaceful.

The windmills in the distance turned slowly, emitting a low hum, and occasionally a late-night pedestrian would hurry by, their footsteps echoing in the empty street.

Inside the windmill, several people sat together.

"Purify quickly, purify quickly!" Paimon floated beside Ying, urging her with his little hands, "Finish it sooner, then we can rest easy!"

Ying glanced at her helplessly and took out the few Tvalin tears from her bosom.

The dark red crystal trembled slightly in her palm, emitting an ominous glow.

Those filthy forces surged within, as if they might break free of their restraints at any moment.

Ying clenched them tightly and closed her eyes.

In an instant, the dark red light seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, melting away completely like ice and snow.

Ying opened her eyes, and the dark red of the teardrop in her hand disappeared, replaced by a pure sky blue.

All the corrupting forces vanished, leaving only the purest wind element flowing within. The teardrops were crystal clear, as if sculpted from the purest crystal, radiating a soft light.

"Wow!" Paimon came closer, his eyes sparkling. "It feels completely different!"

Although it wasn't the first time she had witnessed this transformation, each time it surprised her greatly.

Xu Chuan sat beside him, holding the Heart of the Wind God in his hand.

The knight's ability to survive unarmed remained intact, and through the Heart of God, he could perceive the world more clearly than usual.

Those purified tears were not just tears in his eyes; he could see the wind elements flowing within them, each strand clearly visible, as if drawn with the most delicate brushstrokes.

Fresh, clear, and invigorating.

But that's not all.

He could also sense other things contained within those ominous, dark red powers.

Those were the emotions that belonged to Dvalin: pain, confusion, loneliness, and a faint longing.

Those emotions were infused into the tears, transmitted to him through the wind element, moving him deeply.

This dragon... is truly suffering.

Tormented by the poisonous blood of the abyss, he was later seduced by the Abyss Cult.

Driven to madness, it harms those it once protected.

It didn't want to be like this, but it couldn't control itself.

The only one who can truly understand its pain is probably the bard in front of me, who is playing with a teardrop.

Xu Chuan looked at Wendy.

That face, which always carried a lazy smile, now held a hint of complexity that was hard for others to detect.

He looked at the teardrops, at the emotions flowing within them, his emerald green eyes reflecting a soft light.

As one of the seven ruling powers of the world and wielding the Heart of the Anemo, Venti is unable to eradicate the Abyss's corruption of Dvalin.

That insidious power had long since seeped into Dvalin's very bones, becoming one with his old friend.

Wendy reached out and took the teardrop, examining it closely.

The teardrops trembled gently in his palm, as if responding to something, and the wind element overflowed to a lively degree, flowing between his fingers.

“That solves the problem.” He nodded in satisfaction and gently placed the teardrop on the Sky Harp.

The moment the teardrop touched the strings, the entire instrument suddenly lit up.

A sky-blue light emanated from the body of the instrument, reflecting the wind element within the teardrop, and finally merging into the instrument.

The ancient-looking instrument radiates a unique brilliance, its strings vibrate gently, and the sound is distant and ethereal, as if it came from a certain afternoon a thousand years ago.

Wendy reached out and gently ran her hand across the strings.

"Zheng—"

A soft sound echoed through the windmill.

The Heart of God in Xu Chuan's hand trembled slightly, as if in response to something.

"Alright." Wendy nodded in satisfaction. "This greatly increases the chances of waking up Dvalin."

After a few words of conversation, the three agreed to go to the Knights of Favonius together the next day to discuss with Jean the location to summon Dvalin and how to deal with it.

As night deepened, it was time to say goodbye.

"See you tomorrow!" Paimon waved to Xu Chuan and Wendy, then turned and walked into the crowd with Ying.

Wendy did not leave.

He still sat by the windmill, gazing out of Mondstadt.

The moonlight shone on him, and the green figure looked somewhat lonely.

Xu Chuan withdrew his gaze and did not disturb him.

Feeling the weight of the Heart of God in his chest, Xu Chuan felt an indescribable sense of security.

Now he has the leisure to lend a helping hand to others.

"My Teyvat journey is about to begin."

Xu Chuan silently said to himself, and his steps became much lighter.

The nights in Mondstadt are not quiet.

Xu Chuan wandered aimlessly, thinking about tomorrow.

Then, he saw a familiar figure.

She had short, light blue hair and a slender, graceful figure.

Even in the darkness of night, the figure was remarkably easy to spot.

Yura.

Xu Chuan remembered that Qin had specifically kept Abedo and Yura behind, saying that she had something to discuss.

Is it only going to end now?

He quickened his pace, about to go up and say hello.

Yura's behavior was a bit strange.

She did not head towards the Knights, nor towards her own residence.

She walked slowly along the edge of the street, her gaze fixed on someone ahead.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, and there was nothing particularly special about him from behind.

He walked slowly, and Yura followed at a steady pace, always maintaining a subtle distance.