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

The group exchanged a glance, then took a few steps back in unison, leaving space for the man and the dragon.

Wendy met Tvalin's gaze and spoke gently.

"Really? Or am I seeing things?" he said softly. "Your eyes seem to be recalling this piece of music."

Dvalin fell silent.

The struggle in those scarlet eyes intensified, as if recalling something distant: the bells of Mondstadt, and the bard who rode them soaring through the sky.

Memories are tender.

The abyss hates softness the most.

"not good!"

Xu Chuan was the first to notice that something was wrong.

A streak of azure ice crystal shot out from behind Dvalin, heading straight for Wendy!

"Wendy, watch out!" Ying exclaimed.

It's too far away.

Just now, in order to allow Wendy and Dvalin to communicate, everyone retreated to the edge of the cliff.

At that moment, the ice crystal hurtled through the air, so fast that no one had time to react.

"boom--"

A wisp of wind quietly gathered, weaving a thin barrier in front of Wendy. Ice crystals collided with it, shattering into dust that scattered and fell in a flurry.

Wendy and the Sky Harp are safe and sound.

Everyone instantly gathered around, shielding Wendy behind them.

Behind Tvalin, a figure resembling a dwarf slowly emerged.

Its entire body was covered by an ice-blue furry headgear, and its two eyes were empty behind the mask.

Ice Abyss Mage.

“Don’t be fooled by him,” it said, its voice shrill and piercing, with a seductive rhythm, “poor dragon… he abandoned you long ago.”

It hovered near Dvarin's ear, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Look, he's brought people to deceive you again."

They've surrounded you with weapons; they're here to hunt you down, like those dragon-slaying heroes who kill dragons and become heroes.

Tvalin's body began to tremble.

"Ah—" the Abyss Mage screamed.

A bluish-green wind bullet grazed its head and exploded in the air behind it.

The abyss mage was thrown off balance by the shockwave and frantically erected an ice elemental shield.

Dvalin's pupils suddenly contracted.

That last glimmer of clarity was utterly crushed by those words.

"Barbatos..."

Its voice turned ferocious, and its four wings flapped violently. A gale swept in, swirling up all the loose rocks and grass on the cliff top, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

“That’s not how it is!” Wendy shouted, her voice ripped apart by the wind.

Tvalin could not hear him.

Those eyes were completely swallowed by crimson, leaving only madness and rage.

It opened its enormous mouth and let out a deafening roar.

The voice was filled with pain and hatred, and could be heard for miles around.

The demons below Star-Picking Cliff scattered and fled, even stopping the waves on the sea.

The Ice Abyss Mage hid behind the shield, letting out a smug laugh.

Then it saw a dark shadow.

Xu Chuan made a move.

The Heart of the Wind God pounded violently in his chest, and the wind element condensed around him into a visible blue aura.

His speed was incredible, like an arrow shot from a bow, soaring straight into the sky.

"Get down!"

He appeared in front of the abyss mage and kicked its shield.

The ice elemental shield trembled violently, cracks spreading continuously, before the abyss mage could even react.

"boom!"

The shield shattered.

Xu Chuan kicked it, knocking it off Tvalin's back.

The small figure drew an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the grass of Zhaixing Cliff.

Dvalin noticed the uninvited guest on his back, roared, and suddenly rolled over.

The force was astonishing; Xu Chuan was thrown out and tumbled several times in the air before regaining his balance.

The wind element lifted him up from below, holding him steadily in mid-air.

Xu Chuan was surrounded by turquoise wind elements.

Under his control, the winds were no longer gentle and mild; they roared and coalesced, like the fierce winds of the time of the Lone King in the Tower of Towers, carrying the power to destroy everything.

This is the power of the heart of God.

Xu Chuan gripped the Corrupted Sword tightly, the surging wind elemental power within him giving him a feeling of omnipotence.

He could sense the direction of the wind, hear its whispers, and feel the pulse of every wisp of air.

But the faint stinging pain in his body brought him back to his senses.

He cannot maintain this state for long.

The enraged Dvalin had his sights firmly set on this tiny human who dared to stand before him.

It opened its enormous mouth, and a blue light gathered deep within its throat.

Xu Chuan's pupils contracted slightly, and he dodged to the side.

He didn't stop; his body spun rapidly in the air, the Corrupted Sword held horizontally in front of him to block the giant claws that Dvalin then swept towards him.

The sword clashed with the dragon's claw, sparks flying everywhere.

The dragon's pure power was too strong; Xu Chuan was thrown backward by the shock, his wrist going numb.

Dvalin pounced again, his four wings folding, crashing into him like a meteorite.

Xu Chuan did not dodge.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, channeling the power of the Heart of God into the blade.

The Corruption Sword hummed, and a blue light flowed along its blade, condensing into a sharp edge.

"Come!"

He rushed forward.

A human and a dragon passed each other across the sky.

Two different wind elements collided violently, creating visible ripples that tore apart and scattered the clouds in the sky, leaving only the azure sky as a backdrop.

From the sky to the sea, both sides were like moving natural disasters, with everything around them being torn apart by the fierce winds.

The humus sword sliced ​​through Dvalin's wing membrane, leaving scars.

Xu Chuan steadied himself and looked at Tvalin.

He couldn't kill it, but he also had to avoid being killed by the other side. This was more difficult than he had imagined.

Tvalin turned around again, the light deep in his throat shining even brighter.

On the ground, the Ice Abyss Mage floated up unsteadily, his shield reforming.

"Damn it..." it shrieked, "It actually ruined what I prepared for His Highness..."

"Hey."

A cool, clear female voice interrupted it.

As the pine-scented melody rang out, Yura slashed down with her sword!

The Ice Abyss Mage dodged, the sword grazing past its shield.

The Abyss Mage who could mingle with the Abyss Prince was no ordinary person.

It was as agile as an eel, weaving through the flashing sword light.

With a wave of its staff, a purplish-black light appeared around it.

Several circular portals opened at the top of the cliff, from which hordes of Hilichurls poured out, along with a massive Hilichurl mob.

Yura stood in front of the crowd, sword in hand, and snorted coldly.

"Kill as many as they come."

Abeldo and Diluc have already made their move.

Ying looked up at the sky, at the figure that appeared tiny in front of the dragon, ready to intervene in the battle at any moment.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with the Demon God

With a mortal body, he confronted the demon god head-on.

Such beings are extremely rare throughout Teyvat, existing almost exclusively in stories and legends.

In those epic tales of heroism, ancient warriors fought dragons and demons, leaving behind immortal legends in the world.

Today, the legend has become a reality.

Paimon, hiding on the edge of the battlefield, pressed her petite body as close as possible to the boulder, her two small hands gripping the edges of the rock tightly, afraid that she would be blown away by the gale.

The wind is too strong.

This is not the wind of nature, but the aftershocks of two forces colliding, so violent that it can tear the air apart and create huge waves.

It can even cause the entire Star-Picking Cliff to shake violently.

She cautiously peeked out and took in the fierce battle unfolding on the field.

The most intense battle, and the one that caused the most environmental damage, was undoubtedly between the man and the dragon.

Countless wind projectiles fell like meteors, pouring towards the black figure.

Each one carried enough power to tear apart city walls, leaving a trail of blue flames in the air before crashing into the sea and exploding into water columns tens of meters high.

Even the spillover ripples caused towering waves to rise on the sea.

The two hurricanes collided violently, instantly squeezing out the seawater and exposing the seabed.

Before the seawater could even crash down, the violent wind blasted it into a large cloud of mist.

This overwhelming force caused a sudden change in the climate around Zhaixing Cliff, with torrential rain falling out of nowhere.

Paimon's face was streaked with rain, and she frantically wiped her eyes, unable to help but think:

If Xu Chuan hadn't deliberately moved the battlefield to the sea, the entire Star-Picking Cliff would probably have been destroyed by their battle.

The figure was still moving in the torrential rain.

The Heart of the Wind God pounded violently in Xu Chuan's chest; each pulse felt like someone was hammering his chest.

A surge of wind element coursed through his body, seeping from his blood vessels into his muscles, from his muscles into his bones, and from his bones into every inch of his skin.

He is burning.

It's not a description, it's really burning.

That power was so immense that his body simply couldn't handle it.