Chapter 1423 - 911: A Great Dream (Subscribe!)

"Don’t be scared~" Little Fen Yang whispered. Her Eye of Burning Sun could ignite a great blaze; naturally, it could extinguish it as well.

Even if the flames weren’t put out, as the caster, Du Yu had an innate resistance to Demon Skills he himself unleashed.

Just like how Kui Chou, when mocking all things, would never mock himself into stupidity.

Divine Dry Branch: "Come with me."

"Hm?" Du Yu’s tone lifted slightly, and under the gentle tug of the Withered Branch, his figure slipped into the spatial rift that had never closed.

In the next instant, Du Yu appeared high above the battlefield.

The rumbling from beneath his feet was the sound of the Cold Beast Mud Po crashing to the ground.

Aside from that, the entire battlefield seemed to have had a pause button pressed.

The Cold Race and Cold Beasts beneath the earth had been slaughtered to the last, and the five remaining Mud Po were being torn apart, jointly strangled by the Divine Tree and the Supremes.

The Mud Po of the Three Holy Han had not escaped either, but Du Yu no longer had the leisure to care.

He saw a burning Cold Wood.

More precisely, a Cold Wood that had been tightly roped, firmly bound.

The middle of the tree was ragged and torn; the enormous heartwood had not been completely destroyed, but where it was, a vast hole had been gouged out.

That, of course, was the result of the Withered Arrow’s fading strike.

Looking down, through the wavering Burning Sun True Fire, Du Yu saw the Cold Wood riddled with holes.

Further down, at the shattered tree roots, wounds crisscrossed everywhere—that was the harvest of Du Yu’s frenzied axe swings.

"Master." Suddenly, the voice of the Shadow Gu Tower sounded in his mind.

The little tower that was always so quiet rarely took the initiative to speak.

Du Yu asked at once, "What is it?"

Shadow Gu Tower: "Shall we absorb some Demon Souls?"

"Oh." Du Yu kept his gaze on the Heaven-Reaching Cold Wood blazing fiercely, and in his left hand he lifted up a Shadow Gu Tower.

"Clatter, clatter..."

The Divine Dry Branch had always lain in Du Yu’s right palm, naturally perceiving everything.

Masses of Withered Branches coiled around the corpse of a Supreme Mud Po and slowly lifted it up.

Right under the "gaze" of the Cold Wood, a terrifying magnitude of Demon Soul surged out from the Supreme Mud Po’s body.

The Demon Soul Mud Po howled madly, clawing wildly at everything, trying to break free of the Shadow Gu Tower.

Yet that phantom hand could grasp nothing, and the Demon Soul, nearly a thousand meters in size, simply merged into the tiny Ancient Tower in the palm of the insignificant Human Race youth.

Inside the Spirit Ruins Acupoint·Shadow Gu Tower.

The black?mist woman stood before the gate, both hands resting on a black umbrella, letting the dense Demon Souls slide past her and pour into the tower.

She spoke softly, "Master."

"Hm?"

"Could it be, could it be..."

"You may." Du Yu’s right hand tightened slightly around the Withered Branch.

Just then, the Grand Mud Po Statue beneath his feet shattered apart.

As a Celestial Treasure Race creature, the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture had no flesh-and-blood body; once dead, its form would ultimately dissolve into scattered Energy, dispersing between heaven and earth.

And by extracting its Demon Soul, Du Yu had also hastened the process of the Mud Po corpse breaking apart.

The Withered Branch reached down again, seeking out another Mud Po corpse.

The same astonishing scene played out once more.

Grand Mud Po statue, Demon Soul stretching a thousand meters.

And yet, inch by inch, bit by bit, it flowed into the tiny tower in the palm of the small Human Race youth.

Such a spectacular yet horrifying sight made everyone’s hearts tremble.

Even the Supremes halted one after another, silently watching.

They were either proud, or stunned, or inwardly filled with dread.

Listening to the Demon Souls’ screams at his ear, Du Yu murmured, "You’ve grown."

Back then, when the Shadow Gu Tower was broken, even absorbing a single Saint-level Demon Soul had been hard.

The Energy that the Shadow Gu Tower could not suppress had also made it difficult for Du Yu to move.

Yet now, the Shadow Gu Tower had not only absorbed the Demon Souls of two Supreme Mud Po, it even ensured that no Energy leaked out.

A faint smile appeared on the black?mist woman’s face. "Yes. Ever since I finished self-repair, each day I assist Master’s Cultivation, I have also been assisting my own Cultivation.

Master, my current capability is a whole Level stronger than in my peak state centuries ago."

"As it should be." Du Yu said in a low voice. "Do you want more?"

Shadow Gu Tower: "Good! I’ll keep the Demon Souls stored for now and slowly refine them later."

Du Yu gave the Withered Branch a gentle tug, and yet another Supreme Mud Po was brought up.

Each time a Mud Po shattered, a massive Cold Crystal crashed to the ground, sending out a heavy thud, as if it could pound straight into people’s hearts.

To the few Saints present, this Du Yu felt unfamiliar.

But to Fu Jianzhou, Yang Qingqing, and the others, they were used to it.

Only, even these closest kin and comrades could not imagine how Du Yu’s Shadow Gu Tower was managing to contain Demon Souls of such terrifying magnitude.

And not just one!

After a full seven Supreme Demon Souls had entered the tower, Du Yu finally stopped.

Li Mengnan was actually a bit worried that he and the Shadow Gu Tower might burst from being overstuffed.

However, the Sorrow Seabird beneath the girl passed her a sentence: "Demon Taming Fate Plate."

Li Mengnan: "What about the Demon Taming Fate Plate?"

Saint of the Sea of Sorrow: "On Du Yu’s Life Plate, I saw that tower."

Li Mengnan’s small mouth hung open, her expression both shocked and delighted. "The Shadow Gu Tower has taken its seat? It’s forged a Divine Rank?"

"It’s a phantom silhouette." The Saint of the Sea of Sorrow sighed, "It should be only half a step away."

As he spoke, the Sea of Sorrow Eyes swept across everyone one by one.

All of them had changed!

Take Feng Wuheng for example.

Sorrow Seabird’s old war?comrade of bygone days, Xiao Feng—though he was not qualified to ascend Feng Wuheng’s Life Plate, at the Acupoint Home where the dog was stationed, Energy was surging ever more violently.

A faint, indistinct slim hound had already begun roaming near that acupoint, ready to take its place at any moment!

And this was only one of the Demon Pets in the Sea of Sorrow’s sight that had Cultivated up to the Saint Level.