Chapter 321: The wind stirs stories of the past, drifting up from days of yore

The primordial darkness was directly dispelled by such radiance!

Mondstadt city, the whole of it, lit up.

It became a city of light amidst the plains.

Such a change naturally caused countless residents to exclaim in wonder.

"Wow, so bright!"

"I was almost blinded."

"Didn't the Knights of Favonius notify us to close our eyes at this time?"

"I didn't expect the light to be this brilliant either; it gathered so quickly I couldn't react in time, but I've never seen such a bright city."

"Good heavens, our Mondstadt feels just like daytime now!"

"It's as if the sun never set!"

"A scene like a miracle descending; such an alchemical creation is too powerful. We won't have to worry about walking in dim places anymore."

"The Knights had trials before; I was stunned when I went over then, but I didn't expect it to be used in the city so soon."

"The Knights are becoming more and more impressive."

"Indeed, with Lord Barbatos here, and the Knights of Favonius and the Wind Knight, Mondstadt is becoming safer and more reassuring than ever."

"Such a Mondstadt truly makes us proud. Surely, this is a scene our ancestors wished to see but could never behold."

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly turned somber.

Indeed.

They can see such a scene today and cheer for it.

But those predecessors of Mondstadt could never see it.

Many even sacrificed themselves in war, shedding every drop of their blood.

Such freedom and joy are built upon the sacrifices of countless people.

Just thinking of this makes the original joy lose several shades of its luster.

Even though Mondstadt has lost its history many times.

But with Ye Ruo filling in the gaps, people have gradually come to understand those stories of old once more.

Whether it was Old Mondstadt, the era of aristocratic rule, or the centuries-long era of the monster disaster, too many people died.

The young boy's story once crashed heavily into the hearts of countless people.

Even though the dawn of victory had arrived, he fell in the darkness before the dawn.

Rostam died in battle, guarding the defensive line to the very end.

Even when he was the only one left long ago.

And now, Mondstadt has ushered in an even more dazzling radiance.

This is all because the darkness of the past was borne by our predecessors and the Knights of Favonius.

So at this moment, some people offered encouragement and support.

"Don't be too sad; today should be a time for cheering, not to mention the Knights of Favonius plan to include those histories in the curriculum again."

"Children won't forget that history in the future; behind freedom lies bloody struggle and sacrifice."

"We people of Mondstadt have been able to have this freedom all along thanks to the efforts of our ancestors and Lord Barbatos."

"Lord Barbatos has always been protecting us."

"Just like the Wind Knight said, people should not forget history, and even more so, they should respect the efforts of those who came before, so their expectations are not trampled upon."

"Yes, I heard they are going to establish a day of mourning to commemorate those predecessors in history, and Lord Barbatos has agreed to it."

"And for that nameless boy, as well as the former Vice Grand Master Rostam, countless people are advocating for statues to be built for them, and there will be a statue of Lady Vennessa too."

"Placing them side by side symbolizes the historical traces of our Mondstadt."

"Precisely because of this, we should cheer today; our Mondstadt has ushered in a new light!"

In an instant, Mondstadt became an ocean of liveliness.

The atmosphere reached a climax.

Not to mention at the plaza.

Venti took the lead in singing ballads there; those were the battle songs from thousands of years ago.

It was precisely such poetry that ignited courage and hope in the ancestors of that time.

So countless Mondstadt residents gathered there, like mountains and seas, bustling like a sea of people, constantly seething with excitement.

With the light shining today, the people of Mondstadt were all hyped up.

In this land of freedom, the people's sentiment and high faith are being transmitted here.

This city has never abandoned its faith in the Anemo Archon.

On the contrary, the level of faith is extremely high.

Because everyone can realize whose grace it is that allows them to have such a life.

At this moment, Venti plucked his lyre with his hands.

That was his own Holy Lyre der Himmel, returned by the Church.

Cyan divine power flowed between his fingers, performing a beautiful sound; notes jumped out one after another, and at the same time, a gentle breeze was stirred up.

And so, the people of Mondstadt seemed to see the events of the past.

More than two thousand six hundred years ago, the wind wall created by the Decarabian blocked the sunlight, and people could not see the blue sky and white clouds.

Even the birds could not pass through.

All there was, was the gray expanse visible to the eye, with very dim visibility.

Endless gales were blowing, and all that filled the ears were the sounds of howling and storms.

There was a boy who looked much like Lord Barbatos, looking at the wind wall with stubborn eyes, letting out a cry.

"I want to see what it's like for birds to soar."

However, these sounds were all drowned out by the howling wind; this scene flashed by and then plunged into darkness.

This left countless Mondstadt residents in silence.

In today's Mondstadt, everyone naturally knows who that boy was.

Because Lord Barbatos borrowed his appearance.

Yet, until the very end, this boy still did not see the soaring birds.