Chapter 1307 - 828: Flowing Fire Dragon Ship

A silence hung high in the sky.

The Flowing Fire Suanni gazed quietly at the island below, while Du Yu and the others refrained from interrupting.

Through brief encounters, the group realized that the Saint of Flowing Fire often indulged in dazed reflection.

Whenever he looked at the flower-covered island, his heart was filled with deep emotions and he would lose himself in thought.

"Big Lion, are you okay?"

Little Fen Yang broke the silence, asking in a childish tone.

"I am not called Lion." The young man in red robes replied softly, still fixated on the brilliant island, "I am called Flowing Fire."

"Alright, Big Lion." Little Fen Yang also looked at the island, "Can I go on the island to see the flowers?"

"Hmm." Flowing Fire flapped his expansive wings, scattering stardust as he glided slowly toward the island.

It seemed that Flowing Fire was feeling nostalgic.

Even though he could see home and the grand sea of flowers at a glance.

"Silly Du Yu, make sure to behave well later." Little Fen Yang whispered.

Du Yu: "How so?"

"Really a silly Du Yu~" Little Fen Yang pouted, "Big Lion refuses to come with us because he likes flowers!

We’ll go plead with the flowers and elope with them together!"

Du Yu: "..."

You really are a little trickster~

"Hmph." Little Fen Yang lifted his small head proudly, "Just watch and see."

Du Yu and the teammates exchanged glances, then all dropped downwards.

At the same time, he did not forget to command the Three Holy Han to control the White Jade Dragon to hide in the sky’s grey mist.

Who goes to visit others’ homes with a Cold Race Saint Minister and Cold Beast Demon Saint?

Isn’t that just crashing the party?

"Why is this island so round?" Li Mengnan muttered softly.

"Indeed." Du Yu nodded in agreement, the island being not large and circular, with a diameter of around 6-7 kilometers.

Interestingly, it was excessively round.

As they approached closer, everyone noticed something unusual.

The island appeared lushly vegetated, but it seemed to stem from a single type of plant?

The roots, grass blades, and brocade ball-like flowers differed only in size, with no qualitative distinction.

"Rustle~"

Flowers expressed their welcome for the Flowing Fire Suanni’s return.

On the flower-covered island, a large fiery red flower ball slowly reached out in front of the lion, gently touching the lion’s snout.

For a moment, Du Yu thought it was a combination of "lion + brocade ball."

A perfect match, indeed?

Numerous flowers swayed and slowly reached out, landing in front of everyone’s faces.

As if to facilitate better communication, these flowers were quite small.

Du Yu picked up a purple flower, as if holding a dandelion.

Of course, this flower was more robust than a dandelion.

Its petals were in small pieces, clustered together, extremely dense, forming a tiny flower ball.

Little Fen Yang reached down with small hands, cradling the little purple flower ball. "What’s your name?"

"Dragon Ship."

An elegant, melodic female voice resonated in everyone’s mind.

This greatly exceeded Du Yu’s expectations!

In his impression, the voices of Holy Grade Demonic Plants were mostly time-worn.

Yet unexpectedly, this demonic plant growing in the Ashen World, having witnessed the vicissitudes of the world, still retained its elegance.

It resembled a thirty-year-old woman,

graceful, dignified, and composed.

Though its appearance was indeed stunningly beautiful, it was alluring yet not seductive, elicit admiration and awe.

"Dragon Ship?" Little Fen Yang blinked his big adorable eyes, "Dragon Ship Flower?"

"Yes, child." The gentle voice spoke to everyone, "It has been so long since encountering the Human Race, so long... so long since encountering living beings."

"Oh." Little Fen Yang was also somewhat saddened, "Apart from you and the lion, are there no other Demon Beasts here?"

Dragon Ship Flower was silent for a moment, slowly saying: "There once were."

Little Fen Yang: "And no other Demonic Plants either?"

The voice of the Dragon Ship Flower carried a faint sorrow: "There once were."

"Ha..." Li Mengnan sighed.

Standing amidst the sea of flowers, she slowly bowed her head, covering her face with one hand.

These two words "There once were" were almost lethal.

The message behind it naturally contained one heart-wrenching story after another.

The survival path of the Saint of Flowing Fire relied on guarding and protection.

The group had reason to believe if any Demon Beast or Demonic Plant sought sanctuary here, the Saint of Flowing Fire would be willing to help.

Yet at this moment, apart from the lion, there was only this Dragon Ship Flower on the island.

Yes, all flowers covering the island belonged to the Dragon Ship, its existence akin to that of Jia Rong Grass.

This also meant that over time, other living beings on the island had perished.

Perhaps dying in battles to protect the island, or withering under the erosion of time.

Regardless, all these beings departed under the witness of one lion and one flower.

It was hard to imagine how Flowing Fire and the Dragon Ship endured.

No wonder Flowing Fire was unwilling to leave, and no wonder his eyes were full of Dragon Ship.

What they call dependence, is just like this.

"Kind-hearted girl, you need not be sad for me." A pale red flower ball gently reached out in front of Li Mengnan’s face.

The round cluster of Dragon Ship Flowers suddenly transformed into an umbrella shape, blossoming brilliantly for Li Mengnan.

"You’re not from this world, are you?" The Dragon Ship Flower asked softly, whispering gently, "Where are you from?"

"The Otherworld Continent, a world being invaded by Cold Trees." Du Yu picked up the purple flowers, inhaling their faint fragrance.

"Poor child." The Dragon Ship Flower’s voice was somewhat sorrowful, "Don’t be disheartened by my world, don’t despair at the sight here.

Don’t give up resistance, child, never ever."

"Certainly." Du Yu’s fingertips passed over each petal, "Certainly."

"Flowing Fire can help you." The Dragon Ship Flower suddenly said.

Her voice remained gentle, yet so powerful.

"Roo." A deep growl emanated from the Flowing Fire Suanni.

"Why unwilling?" The Dragon Ship Flower inquired.

The Flowing Fire Suanni’s tone intensified: "Roo!"

The Dragon Ship Flower’s voice remained unhurried, calm, and graceful: "Flowing Fire, do you remember when we first met?

You were then covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, stumbling before flying to meet me.

Even in your severe injury, you spoke to me of your hatred for the invaders, saying that one day you would defeat the Youhan Army.

You said you would reclaim your homeland, restore the world to its former brightness.

Have you forgotten all of this?"

The Flowing Fire Suanni remained silent, not responding.

The Dragon Ship Flower slowly grew taller, resting on the lion’s forehead, tapping gently.

That scene reminded Du Yu of Master Qing bending his fingers to tap his forehead.

A trace of chastisement, a trace of reproach, and endless tenderness.

Dragon Ship Flower: "Flowing Fire, you’ve already failed once."

Atop the lion’s head, a slender figure suddenly appeared, a wide red robe swirling without wind, fiery red hair dancing with the breeze.

Dragon Ship Flower: "You are now a Supreme, Flowing Fire, no longer the Demon Saint of the past.

This time, you can win back and fulfill the promise you once made to yourself."

Flowing Fire looked at the flower before him, speaking lightly: "That is not my world."

"Hehe." The Dragon Ship Flower laughed charmingly, swaying gently with the wind, "Don’t say such childish words."

Flowing Fire’s eyes lowered: "Why do you want to drive me away?"

Dragon Ship Flower: "Your Supreme Dao has already told you what to do, hasn’t it?"

The red-robed youth fell into silence again.

He gently fiddled with the flowers, but unfortunately, his ethereal body could not touch them in the slightest.

The Dragon Ship Flower said softly: "They are not here to disrupt your life; on the contrary, they have come to redeem you."

The red-robed youth turned his head and looked: "You trust them greatly."

In the flower sea of red and purple, each person had a Dragon Ship Flower before them, each flower subtly sensing everything about the lifeforms in front of them.

Their character, their stories, their obsessions.

The Dragon Ship Flower tapped the lion’s head again: "I will wait for you here, okay?

I will be right here, I won’t go anywhere."

Red-robed youth: "If I have to leave, you must come with me."

"Hehe." The Dragon Ship Flower laughed softly, "I must protect your home, our home.

This is your foundation, your place of enlightenment to the Supreme.

I will protect it for you, and you will fulfill the promise you once made to yourself."

"My foundation has never been this island." The red-robed youth looked at the Dragon Ship before him, "What supports my place of the Supreme isn’t a specific location."

Hearing Flowing Fire’s words, the Dragon Ship Flower’s emotions surged violently!

"Gentlemen." From afar, Du Yu’s voice came.

The red-robed youth turned to look at the young man holding Little Fen Yang.

Du Yu saw the twin pupils of Saint of Flowing Fire, fiery red eyes ablaze with heat.

Only in the next moment, the Saint of Flowing Fire’s eyes flickered with fire, again hiding his gaze behind flames.

Du Yu spoke: "There’s no need for you two to be separated. Even if you wish to move this island, I will do my best to find a way."

The red-robed youth raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh?"

Du Yu nodded with a smile: "We will find a good home for the Dragon Ship, it could be the Twin Tree Realm or the Spiritual Artifact World.

We have some Spiritual Artifacts, each world is vast.

There are peach groves, bamboo seas, towering mountains, and boundless rivers.

Every Spiritual Artifact World is free from the disturbance of Youhan, quiet, safe, and isolated."

In the heart of the Dragon Ship, there was utter amazement.

It had thought that through careful perception and communication, it had already had a relatively accurate assessment of the strength of these travelers from another world.

Yet, it still greatly underestimated their abilities.

Flowing Fire’s eyes shone brightly, raising his tone: "Truly?"

In Du Yu’s lengthy discourse, Flowing Fire only cared about those words: free from Youhan’s disturbance.

"Yes." Du Yu cradled Little Fen Yang, rubbing the intangible head.

"Mmm~" Little Fen Yang seemed to perceive Du Yu’s emotions, turning her small head, obediently lying on his chest.

"Truly." Du Yu murmured in response.

Though young, he had traveled far already, experienced countless stories.

He had seen too much pain, separation, destruction.

If possible,

in this life, he wished never to witness them again.