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After the song ended, the activation time for "The Seal of Solid Ice" had already passed.

Within those seven seconds, Yura unleashed a total of thirty sword strikes.

The "Sword of Condensed Waves," composed of thirty sword marks, erupted simultaneously, piercing through the dragon's incredibly tough scales.

Black, poisonous blood shot into the sky like a fountain, splashing up several meters high, a sight that was horrifying to behold.

It was thanks to the protection of the Jade Shield that Yura was able to survive; otherwise, even a single drop of poisonous blood would have been fatal.

Dulin roared in pain, and finally, anger appeared in his dragon's roar.

It was injured, badly injured.

But it is not dead yet.

Such damage was not enough to kill this dragon, which was known for its vitality.

In fact, the wounds that Yura had just inflicted had already begun to heal—the resurrection of the dragon's remnants in the snow mountain had left a very deep impression on her.

If even the remnants can be infinitely regenerated, what about the true form of the demonic dragon?

Yura knelt on one knee, leaning on her sword and panting.

That last attack was the most she could muster... but it was still a little short, no, she knew it was probably more than a little short.

Is it truly a pipe dream for mortals to slay dragons...?

The dragon spewed black poisonous mist and raised its massive claws at the human who had harmed it—it was done playing.

As the giant claw descended upon her head, only one thought remained in Yura's mind: "Damn it, am I really not as good as the daughters of the Gunnhildr family...?"

As the giant claw descended, all Yura could do was stare wide-eyed—staring as the claw tore through her shield and crushed her into dust.

Just then, Han Fulai's voice rang out behind her:

"But your eternal summer will never end."

Your beautiful image will never fade away.

Death cannot boast that you have wandered in its snare.

"Just because you borrow my lines of poetry, you can live forever."

—This is the song "To My Fair Lord" that Han Fulai wrote for her at the "Badminton Festival".

The dragon was also somewhat stunned. Just now, its claw had clearly killed the human who attacked it, but in the blink of an eye, the human appeared in front of it unharmed.

Yura was also somewhat stunned. She thought she had failed... but why?

Han Fulai looked at Youla, smiled, pointed to his eyes, and recited two lines of poetry:

"As long as people can breathe and their eyes can see clearly."

My poem will endure, so that you may be remembered for eternity.

Chapter 329 Dragon-Slaying Saber and Dragon-Slaying Technique

Yura moved her arms and legs with a little surprise—she felt refreshed and full of energy, and the exhaustion she had just felt after activating the "Sword of Condensing Waves" had completely disappeared.

"With me here, you'll be fine," Han Fulai said with a smile.

Poetry, of course, is also a form of spiritual power.

During the battle just now, he was merely observing from the sidelines—but watching was enough for him.

Han Fulai is now essentially an "observer" of this dream.

As long as Yura is willing to trust him, and as long as his eyes are still fixed on Yura, Yura will never perish in this dream.

Yura noticed something else...

—Will he keep watching me...?

Her cheeks suddenly flushed slightly.

Han Fulai strolled a few steps leisurely, walked up to Yura, and reached out to press his hand on her pine greatsword.

“Actually, Yura, your main weakness lies in your weapon… In historical records, ‘Guardian of the East Wind’ Dvalin also relied on the blessing of the god of poetry, Barbatos, to obtain sharp fangs and claws capable of piercing the scales of a demon dragon, which enabled him to defeat the demon dragon Durin. Your sword is far too dull in comparison…”

Greatswords are not known for their sharpness, and when facing a dragon's scales, they naturally become dull.

Han Fulai raised one hand.

“Don’t forget, I am ‘Sir Humphrey, who is on par with Barbatos.’ Therefore, I can also bestow upon this sword the blessing of slaying dragons.”

What else can a bard do on the battlefield besides watching? Of course, they can cheer on their teammates and buff them!

Using his hand as a brush, he wrote three very imposing characters on the blade of the Pine Sound Greatsword—

"Dragon-Slaying Saber!"

Han Fulai clapped his hands in satisfaction, "The supreme weapon of the martial world, the Dragon Slayer Saber, commands the world, and none dare disobey. Alright, Yura, let's test the saber on this dragon."

This was the most powerful "dragon-slaying buff" he knew.

Yura refrained from criticizing him. The pine-sharp sword in her hand was a greatsword... a sword! Not a knife!

Although it's not a knife... but...

Yura looked at the Songlai Greatsword in her hand, which had suddenly been edged with gold and looked much more imposing.

Back in the snowy mountains, this person easily shattered the remnant soul of the demon dragon Dulin with a single shot; in the "Gate of the Eagle," this person also seemed to have instantly killed the phantom of the demon dragon Usa with a single shot—when it comes to "dragon slaying," he seems to be quite professional.

So if he says the Songlai Greatsword has become a "dragon-slaying sword," then it really can slay dragons, right?

Han Fulai smiled and looked at the demon dragon Dulin, and Yura also looked at the demon dragon Dulin—Dulin suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the gazes of these two humanoid creatures.

How to describe that look in his eyes? ... "Man is the butcher, I am the dragon's flesh"?

Yura weighed the "Dragon Slayer Blade" in her hand and activated the "Ice Seal" once again.

Her figure rushing towards the dark dragon was no longer one of resolute determination, but rather one filled with soaring confidence—as if the dragon were nothing more than a target for sale.

Well, it would be even better if her personal bard could chill a celebratory wine for her.

The dragon's scales, harder than iron, offered no resistance whatsoever to the "Dragon-Slaying Saber." The sword sliced ​​through the scales without even a clang of metal on metal; it was as if a hot knife had cut into butter, or a cleaver had chopped tofu...

Seven seconds later, thirty more deep sword wounds appeared on the black dragon's body.

Amidst the dragon's wailing, Yura delivered her triumphant victory line: "Ice, severing deep-seated hatred!"

Her personal bard smiled behind her.

The incantations Han Fulai used in this dream were ultimately based on Yura's will; he was merely assisting and guiding Yura's beliefs.

Because of their belief in freedom, the weak people of Mondstadt have been able to defeat those seemingly powerful "dragons" time and time again throughout history—this is the message conveyed by Venti's Trials.

A steadfast belief is the sharpest "dragon-slaying sword" and the most powerful "dragon-slaying technique" in the world.

As the "Sword of Condensed Waves" erupted once more, the demon dragon Durin was decapitated.

On the nameless island, the ceremony presided over by Wendy and Dwarin was also drawing to a close.

The timeline that had been encircling Han Fulai and Yura slowly split into two sections, guided by Wendy's song.

One section disappeared into Han Fulai's chest, and another section disappeared into Yura's back.

Although the two young people's eyes were still closed, their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were about to wake up from their sleep.

However, they still did not wake up.

Wendy stopped strumming the strings and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead. Don't underestimate the power she expended playing the piano and singing; it was enough to move that nameless island back from the sea to Mondstadt.

After all, this ritual was the same sacrificial ceremony that the Lawrence family performed 2,600 years ago when they obtained the "Ice Seal" from the "Time Ruler".

The trials they experience in their dreams are, in fact, a kind of "ritual".

The ritual drama dedicated to the "Winds of Time" consists of three acts.

The first act of the Ritual Play, depicting the knight's childhood and youth, is performed by the Lawrence family pioneers, telling the story of how the pioneers conquered the land with strength and wisdom.

The second act of the Ritual Play, featuring the knights left behind in Mondstadt during the expedition, played by warriors of the Imloka family, tells the story of the war and is an opera depicting the war.

The third act of the Ritual Play, featuring the knight who perished in the "Dark Calamity," is played by a guardian of House Gunnhild and tells the legend of the guardian protecting life and freedom.

And then there's Leigenfend, the dawn that carries the "flower of the wind".

Just like the fate of the "wind flower"—it only blooms under immense pressure and when it has no choice but to rise up.

And the destiny of this race will probably never change: dwelling in the darkest night, bringing the light of dawn...

They offered a perfect sacrifice to the gods, and the gods rewarded them with precious gifts.

What they just gained was power drawn from the branches of time. In simpler terms, it was a "boost" bestowed by Venti, the "Wind of Time."

Han Fulai received the enhancement of the Word of Power, while Yura received the complete "Ice Seal".

This complete time imprint will be stored separately in their bodies.

In poetic terms, it would be, "As long as people can breathe and people can see clearly, my poem will endure and make you famous for all time."

—As long as the person who holds the other half of the time imprint does not disappear, the imprint within them will not disappear.

Well, in another ten years or so, Yura might discover that her body will forever remain the youthful, invincible age of nineteen, just like her ancestor Vanila, who lived for hundreds of years...

Wendy looked at the two young people in front of her, her gaze seemingly transcending the river of time surrounding them and reaching into a more distant era.

More than 2,600 years ago, he was just a wisp of wind among the thousands of ignorant winds... until one day, the wind spirit met an unnamed boy, and then he became the god of wind.

—The encounters between people are truly magical.

Could these two young men before him bring dawn to the dark continent of Teyvat?

Wendy's gaze gradually fell on the two people's hands, their fingers intertwined, holding the badge that symbolized the "Wind Flower".

Wendy unconsciously smiled again.

"Blooming flowers should symbolize love and the arrival of spring, not the smoke of war or the code of those who raise the flag... You two should have a good dream."

Chapter 330 This isn't a Gundam movie set.

With the death of the dragon Durin, everything in the dream began to blur, and cracks even appeared at the edges of space, like a shattered mirror.

This dream is based on the memories of Rustan from five hundred years ago, and the deepest obsession in that "young wolf's" memory is the dragon Durin, whom he was unable to destroy with his own hands.

The death of the dragon Durin means that the entire dream is about to disappear.

In the shattered dream, the black vortex appeared before Han Fulai once again.

Han Fulai had seen this vortex-like "portal" several times, but this was the first time Yura had seen it.

Faced with this strange spatial rift, the danger of which was unknown, Yura's first reaction was to stay away.

But then, she heard a deep voice coming from the black vortex:

"I hope she's doing well now, studying far away. I really want to hear her sing again..."

"...At least Erendel and Roland are unharmed. By the time she returns home, the calamity should have subsided...?"

—It was the voice of Rustam, the "young wolf".

Having witnessed the fall of the dragon Durin, Rustan's voice held a hint of melancholy, yet also a sense of relief and ease... like a night watchman who had been up all night finally seeing the rising sun on the horizon.

He can finally put down the burden he carries and get a good night's sleep.

Han Fulai stepped into the black vortex with practiced ease, then, as if remembering something, turned back and reached out his hand to Yura.

"Want to go together?" he asked.

Yura had no reason to refuse.

With a touch of demureness, she reached out and took his wrist, and together they stepped into that black vortex.

The black vortex spun and closed.

In the dream, Mondstadt gradually shrinks and crumbles, with the final scene set in the high ground square in front of the church.

In front of the wind god statue, a girl who had returned from studying abroad wore a bright red pointed hat with a low brim that obscured her face.

She began to sing a song softly:

Dandelions travel far away on the morning breeze.

The autumn wind brings back the fragrance of harvest.

But no matter what the wind is like,

And you can no longer bring me your attention.