I Have a Golden Crow

Through the pair of Eyes of Burning Sun, Du Yu read the look in their eyes.

Admiration, joy, exhilaration, relief.

At the same time, Du Yu also found, around the Supreme, those tiny members of the Human Race.

Their gazes were mostly the same, and as he kept looking, Du Yu eventually lost this round.

Their eyes were just a bit too fervent.

Divine Tree: ”Without the Cold Tree causing trouble, the vast majority of Bottomless Gates in the world will close in a short time.”

Du Yu came back to himself: ”And the ones that remain?”

Divine Tree: ”As long as enough time passes, those Bottomless Gates that are tightly entangled with my realm will also gradually close; in the end, the two realms will separate.

There’s no need to worry anymore, Du Yu.

Without the Youhan Tree, the Youhan Realm is no longer a threat.

The Cold Race has lost its backbone; in the end, they won’t be able to stir up much of a storm. Given the temperament of the Cold Race, they’ll only bring about their own destruction.”

Du Yu gently nodded.

Divine Tree: ”Let’s go back.”

”Hm?”

The Divine Tree spoke softly: ”Go home.”

”Alright.” Du Yu let out a long breath. ”Go home.”

Ten minutes later, everyone finished clearing the battlefield.

One Supreme Level Cold Crystal after another was stored inside the Jade Gourd, to be refined by it.

The Demon Souls permeating the battlefield, including the Demon Souls of several Supreme Mud Po, were also completely devoured by the Supremes of the Twin Tree Realm.

Everyone recalled their Demon Soldiers and Demon Pets, and under the guidance of the Divine Tree, came to the Bottomless Gate—right where the Cold Tree had just been standing.

Beyond this gate lay the Bottomless Kunlun itself!

”Crack! Crack...”

The Spiritual Energy Gate crawled with lines of fractures, and Du Yu stood on the edge of the gate, lowering his head to quietly watch.

He could sense that the emotions of the people around him were surging; it was as if they had many things in their hearts they wanted to say to him.

Yet all of them held back.

”Crack!” The Spiritual Energy Carpet shattered with a thunderous boom.

A Spirit Branch coiled around Du Yu’s waist, and was the first to send him into the gate.

Du Yu’s body tensed slightly; he could feel countless pairs of eyes on him.

The truth proved that he was right.

Around the Bottomless Gate, countless Black-robed People were gathered.

Du Yu lifted his head, only to see crisscrossing branches still filling the Bottomless Kunlun.

But these were not Cold Branches; they were Spirit Branches, one after another.

Upon the Spirit Branches stood dense ranks of figures, and beside each person were Demon Pets of all kinds.

Obviously, while Du Yu and the others were fighting the Youhan Tree with all their might, the Bottomless Kunlun side had also gone through a bloody war.

Du Yu’s gaze swept past the many soldiers, striving to look upward, yet it felt as if there was no end in sight.

On each solemn face was a pair of burning eyes, filled with reverence.

They were very quiet; they didn’t say anything.

Yet somehow, they’d said everything.

”Hoo~” Du Yu lowered his head; wind twined at his feet, drawing fire, and he flew upward.

The eyes of the soldiers and Demon Beasts slowly followed Du Yu’s figure, tilting their heads back as they watched him ascend.

In the end, Du Yu lost this round yet again.

His figure suddenly flickered, leaping across several thousand meters of Bottomless Abyss, arriving directly beneath the Kunlun Divine Tree.

And here, Du Yu’s body stiffened once more.

The Kunlun Peak was actually packed with soldiers!

One formation after another stretched on without end, all the way to the edge of the snowy mountain.

Du Yu suddenly remembered that a year ago, when he was carrying out the Gourd Mountain mission, there had also been countless soldiers waiting outside the Abyss to enter.

The very real question was: how could the weak Human Race help the Twin Divine Trees?

And how were they supposed to provide even the slightest bit of help to Du Yu, who had charged into the Youhan Realm?

The Demon Spirit Squad had given Du Yu a blood-soaked answer:

At any cost.

Win by numbers, fill the gap with lives.

Fortunately, Du Yu and the others had properly and swiftly completed their mission.

They had beaten the Cold Tree to collapse, and also freed the Kunlun Divine Tree that much earlier.

Thus, the work of clearing the Bottomless Kunlun became extraordinarily smooth!

The Youhan Army that had piled up and garrisoned within the Bottomless Kunlun was buried one after another beneath the Divine Dry Branches. With a sufficiently favorable environment for output, the Kunlun Divine Tree could focus solely on contending with the Youhan Tree.

Up on the snowy mountain, the many batches of soldiers who had been waiting to enter no longer needed to go into the Bottomless.

What they awaited was Du Yu, who had completely destroyed the Cold Tree.

What they awaited was Du Yu, who had cut his way through the Youhan Realm and returned to the Kunlun Peak!

Under the gaze of tens of millions of eyes, Du Yu remained silent, not knowing how he ought to respond.

A luxuriant branch shot down at high speed, and a huge leaf slid beneath Du Yu’s feet as a cushion.

The Demon Breath Tree, as gentle as ever: ”Welcome home.”

”Mm...”

The Demon Breath Tree: ”This is what you deserve, child.

Reverence, gratitude, even being worshiped as a God—everything is what you deserve.

The billions of living beings of the Twin Tree Realm can continue on only because of you.”

Du Yu shook his head. ”I couldn’t have done this alone. I have many comrades-in-arms. I have all of you...”

”Xiaoyu.” A voice suddenly rose from below.

Demon Branches slowly stretched downward, and Du Yu saw the members of his team.

Langao spoke with some strain: ”I am going back, now.”

Du Yu’s expression changed slightly; he felt his temples throb violently!

The Elder Langao before his eyes was not only surging with Demon Breath, but also carried waves of terrifying pressure.

”Y-yes, all right.” Du Yu’s own words came out somewhat strained as well.

”Sss!” Feng Wuheng tore open a Spatial Rift.

Langao looked at Du Yu; within his eyes a pair of sacred pupils opened. ”When you are idle, you may come to the temple within, and we shall speak.”

Du Yu pressed his hands together and bowed slightly. ”Lady, walk slowly. Elder, walk slowly.”

As Langao’s figure disappeared, Feng Wuheng immediately closed up the Spatial Rift.

”Mr. Du.” Hu Yi gazed up at Du Yu upon the leaf. Upon his weathered face there was likewise a trace of admiration and reverence. ”I shall return to the mountain.”

Du Yu said with gratitude, ”Thank you, Mr. Hu, for your aid. The battle has not yet ended. The White Tiger within my body—I shall return it after some time...”

As he spoke, Du Yu suddenly stopped.

Hu Yi looked at Du Yu, somewhat puzzled.

Du Yu said, ”I made an agreement with the Divine Wind Demon Saint. After the battle is over, I will come again to exchange with Mr. Hu.”

”Very well.” Hu Yi nodded slightly, and suddenly a pair of ice-blue tiger eyes opened within his gaze.

The White Tiger Supreme looked deeply at Du Yu, controlled Hu Yi’s head to give a gentle nod, and only then turned to leave.

It was plain to see the Supreme Lord’s recognition of Du Yu.

”You still have to fight?” Li Mengnan, always forthright, blurted out.

Du Yu: ”Though the Cold Tree has been destroyed, the Youhan Army still remains upon the Twin Tree Realm.”

Before the sect disciples could speak, the leaf beneath his feet gave a gentle sway, carrying Du Yu in a soft rise and fall.

The Demon Breath Tree spoke in a warm murmur: ”Rest, child. It has been more than two months. You are far too weary.”

Indeed, Du Yu’s battle extended far beyond this single day.

In these past two months, the blood he shed beneath the Kunlun Divine Tree had dyed who knows how many stretches of snowfield red.

At the same time, a Withered Branch also stretched over and fell upon Du Yu’s shoulder.

The Divine Tree: ”The Youhan Squad no longer has fresh forces to deploy. And the Twin Tree branches I spread throughout the Great Xia Inland no longer require Energy to resist the Cold Tree.

I can, without concern, mobilize Power and open one branch-tree after another on the battlefield, to annihilate the Youhan.”

Hearing this, Du Yu nodded again and again.

The Divine Tree’s tone grew a shade firmer: ”Go back and rest, Du Yu. You are too tired.”

Du Yu looked at the tender bud growing from the Withered Branch and said softly, ”Just now, that’s not how you addressed me.”

The Divine Tree: ”...”

Du Yu patted the Withered Branch—his movement seemed to be making the Divine Tree obey?

It truly was Reversed Celestial Spirits...

Du Yu turned and swung his axe, tearing open a Spatial Rift.

He looked at the crowd, tilted his head slightly, indicating the Spatial Rift. ”Xiangcha City.”

The few of them looked at one another; in the end, the disciples all turned their gazes to Yang Qingqing.

Only Feng Wuheng refused to fall into step. He smiled, and was the first to walk into the rift.

A few seconds later, a familiar team returned to Xiangcha City.

When they had departed, this team bore endless hopes upon their shoulders.

Upon their return, this team had already claimed the highest honors of the Twin Tree Realm—ascended to Heaven and been sealed as Gods!

And their appearance naturally drew countless gazes.

Only to see Du Yu fling out a Fire Age Axe; great flames filled the sky, burning away the Cold Qi above the city.

The God-Demon Bow Array flashed again and again, as Du Yu scattered volley upon volley of arrows, branding the Twin Tree Seal upon all living beings.

Suddenly, an Ashen Arrow shot out of the city, in a thunderous charge, raining blazing flames.

Another Tribulation Arrow followed close like a shadow, shattering into thousands upon thousands of arrows, a torrential downpour of arrow-rain.

Holy Soldiers appeared one after another; raging fire surged to the heavens!

Du Yu, standing in the high sky, was as though a God descended to the mortal world.

His gaze blazed like a torch, and once more he drew his Bow to full moon.

The Withered Arrow at his wrist was already poised to strike, aimed afar at a massive Mountain Giant outside the city.

”Thrum!”

The Divine Bow shuddered, and the scene froze in that instant.

Ten thousand tribulations, all reduced to one Ashes; Fire Age Burning Sky.

Withering and flourishing, only a thought apart.