As the sun sets over the long day, the overwhelming smell of blood permeates the sky, and the silent atmosphere suppresses everyone until they can't breathe.
The red leaves on the trees in the streets of Liyue Port rustled under the strong wind, as if they were dyed by the raging firelight, blending into the same color as the blood-red spots on the plain.
Ning Guang straightened up and looked into the distance. The red sky in her field of vision changed from a lake to a clear one. She seemed to gradually see the outlines of those red patches, and the winding clouds were also mixed with golden rocks that looked like rocks.
In the middle of the charred battlefield, everyone gathered finally checked the information they knew.
"So... Emperor Yanwang may not be dead, but he is still fighting with the stinky Baodie in the sky?"
Paimon covered his mouth in surprise and whispered into the traveler's ear.
It's just that everyone present is a person with sharp ears and eyes. Even if Paimeng deliberately lowered his voice, the immortals and Qixing could still hear the words clearly.
Although Mandrill hid the fact that the emperor faked his death, the meteor falling from the sky couldn't help but make everyone suspicious.
Apart from the emperor, who else can perform such heavenly meteors that shake the earth and move mountains and create seas?
"Then what's the explanation for the strong wind that prevents Liuyun from breaking through the clouds?"
Lord Li Shui Die Shan raised his head and looked towards the sky in the direction of the condensed light.
The surging red flare releases fire and heat, bringing with it a large amount of rock debris and molten flow rolling down from the sky. Even if the clouds are thousands of feet away from the ground, you can still feel the scorching temperature of the core of a volcano.
Fortunately, there is a thin layer of green wind between the red clouds and the ground, which miraculously holds up the falling lava and blocks the violent sunlight. Otherwise, Liyue Port would have been destroyed by the endless flames. "At the beginning of the war, there was a blue wind dragon that tore through the sky and extinguished the fire with its breath, saving at least tens of thousands of Liyue residents."
Ningguang retracted her gaze from the sky, held her chin and pondered.
"According to Yue Hai Pavilion's information, that giant dragon should be the Wind Demon Dragon that wreaked havoc on Mondstadt a few months ago. It was later defeated by a blond traveler from a foreign country and returned to the jurisdiction of the neighboring Wind God."
At the mention of the blond traveler, everyone subconsciously turned to the girl holding the Vulcan Heart.
"Hmph...Tvarin is not the Wind Demon Dragon, it is the east wind guardian of Mondstadt..."
"And Paimon also contributed during the Wind Dragon Ruins!"
Little Paimon seemed to enjoy the attention of everyone at this moment, holding his arms and raising his head, and proudly corrected Ningguang's statement.
"The meaning of Tianquan Xing is that... the strong wind in the clouds is arranged by the wind god Juan?"
Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun ignored Paimeng's bragging and shook off the smoke and dust on his bright green wings. A little doubt flashed in his rosy crane eyes.
She had personally tested the power of that wind layer. The breeze seemed gentle and weak, but in fact it was like the Tianheng Mountains that spanned the north and south of Liyue. It was vast and vast and could not be shaken by the power of the immortals.
If the Wind God Scroll attribute has such great power, it is really hard for Liu Yun and other three-eyed and five-manifold immortals to accept.
Even in the era of the Solitary King in the Tower, Mondstadt's overall strength was still far behind Liyue, especially before Dragon King Ruotu went crazy due to wear and tear, Liyue was the most powerful country except Zhidong. p>
After all, no one knows how many powerful weapons and alchemy products are hidden in the Winter Kingdom.
"No..."
There was a glimmer in Ningguang's bright red eyes, and he immediately shook his head to deny Liu Yun's opinion.
"I think...the one who set up the wind barrier was not the Wind God Scroll, but the god himself."
"Singer of high heaven, Barbatos, the wind god."
When Ning Guang called out the poet's true name, an unusual wind of change blew from the end of the street, brushing against everyone's waist and cheeks, like a soothing hug.
Immediately after, the blue wind dragon descended from the sky. The violent wind field continued to gather. The strong wind carried the gravel and the pages of the book, and even the tides vibrated with the mind of the powerful being.
The wind blew suddenly and screamed, and the dragon's roar resounded.
"Tvarin...it's us!"
Paimon hid behind the traveler and kept shouting at the landing dragon.
The immortals were worried that the huge size of the wind dragon would cause secondary damage, so they used magic techniques to protect the already dilapidated buildings nearby.
The dragon in the sky converged its violet wings that covered the sky, lowered its head to look at the whirring little floating objects with its pair of aquamarine-like vertical wings, and gently exhaled the dragon's breath that could lift ordinary people away.
"Travelers, and unknown powerful beasts."
Tevalin nodded to Ying, who was holding a long sword, and then looked at several beast-shaped immortals, with sharp cloud shadows and sky light reflected in his eyes.
"How dare you call me a beast..."
Xieyue rubbed the deer's hooves on the stone slab. Just as she was about to have a fit, Grandma Ping glared back.
Tevalin didn't seem to want to get too entangled with Liyue Immortal, and once again pointed the huge dragon head at the traveler and Paimon, and the fragrance of Cecilia flowers accompanied the rumbling wind.
"The poet is looking for you."
"Ah! It's Wen..."
Just as Paimon was about to answer, the traveler quickly pushed him back into his arms.
"Tvarin, what is above the sky...is Famas?"
The green wind dragon did not directly answer the girl's question. He just raised his head and nodded slowly, then lowered the dragon's body and let its neck covered with fine scales hang to the ground, signaling the travelers to climb up as soon as possible.
Seeing Tevalin's admission, a determined look appeared in his amber eyes.
The facts turned out to be just as Miss Ningguang guessed, the Rock King did not die, but faked his death to lure Famas out, and then completely ended this thousand-year feud.
Whether it was for Famas himself or to answer Wendy's call, she decided to prevent the two gods from starting a war.
Moreover, Ying also had some guesses about the true identity of Emperor Yanwang.
"Delicate in mind, elegant and calm, knowledgeable about the past and present...and has an extraordinary understanding of the history of Liyue and Munata."
"Emperor Yanwang...should be Mr. Zhongli from the Hall of Rebirth, right?"
The ideas in Ying's mind gradually became clearer, and she looked back at Ning Guang, who was thoughtful, and then grabbed the gap between Tevalin's scales, and with a few helpers, she turned over and sat on the dragon's crest.
The dragon's six wings unfolded like the wind, and the fine wind field rose from Tevalin's side, like a chain that reached the sky and the earth, connecting the ground and the dome.
If Wendy represents the warm south wind, then Tevalin, known as the Dragon of the East Wind, symbolizes the cold and cold wind.
The green dragon flaps its wings, causing howling winds, withered grass and fallen leaves flying all over the sky, and unbridled cold rushing in, extinguishing the scorching residual heat on the battlefield.
Everyone was blown away by the strong wind and couldn't open their eyes, so they had to use elemental power to block it. However, Ningguang stepped forward against the wind and before anyone could react, he threw away the heart of the rock god that was like glass in his hand.
To the girl on the dragon's back.
Paimon, who was lying on Ying's shoulder, hurriedly stretched out his little hand and hurriedly caught the bright chess piece that exuded rock light.
But when the traveler lowered his head to look for Ningguang's figure, Tewarin had already led the two of them through the wind barrier and into the vast red clouds.
"I hope it's not too late."
Watching Ying go away, Ning Guang turned his head, ignoring the immortal's imminent anger, and spread his hands with rare humor.
"Now...the heart of God is not in my hands..."
"If you immortals want to take it, just go through that wind barrier."