At dusk, a spatial rift opened beneath the Twin Trees in the Kunlun Realm.
Du Yu and Yang Qingqing emerged from the blooming spring of March, stepping into this vast expanse of snowy wilderness.
However, Du Yu was already accustomed to the snow of Kunlun Mountain.
This journey involved only the two of them, while the rest of their apprentices were busy working and preparing for battle in their Spiritual Artifact World.
"Hoo~" A cold mist escaped Du Yu's mouth as he looked around and saw the soldiers standing guard in the distance.
He looked up and saw a withered spirit branch extending downward.
"You've returned, Du Yu." The ancient words echoed in Du Yu's mind, carrying a hint of joy.
The withered branch gently rested on Du Yu's shoulder.
"Are you well?" Du Yu patted the spirit branch on his shoulder.
"I'm doing well, but the situation here isn't great," the Divine Tree said worriedly.
Du Yu: "Hmm..."
