Du Yu stood dumbfounded on the spot, eyes glazed over, not moving for a long time.
The withered branches of the Divine Tree had long since withdrawn, and the Twin Trees once again returned to their usual tranquil state, yet inside Du Yu, waves surged tumultuously.
Gazing up at the waterfall-like cascade of twin flower leaves, he steadied his spirits and stepped forward.
Coming before the towering Twin Trees, Du Yu placed a hand upon the withered giant trunk: "Can you tell me what shackle I'm supposed to burn away?"
The spiraling giant tree gave no response. Its lush branches swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a fresh fragrance.
Around the giant tree all was silent—even the playful Demon Beasts stayed outside the flowerfall's boundary, their raucous sounds unable to reach here.
