Chapter 1443 - 925: Your Name

The next morning, Great Xia Capital City· Wolf Lake District Heroes’ Cemetery.

The sky was overcast, clouds roiling.

The chilly autumn rain drenched the entire city, including the serene heroes’ cemetery.

At this moment, a group of people dressed in dark clothing stood silently before two graves, mourning quietly.

Few held umbrellas; most were draped in Demon Breath Battle Robes.

Some didn’t even open their robes, instead allowing the icy rain to wash over them, letting it drip across their faces.

Perhaps this way, the rain and tears become indistinguishable.

"Cry~~~"

A Swift Flame Eagle, engulfed in a blazing flame, slowly circled in the sky.

Its cry echoed like a sweeping lament, each sound soaring high.

Yet it could not awaken those long at rest beneath the earth, only adding a touch of desolation to the vast world.

Li Mengnan, face sorrowful, watched the continuously circling raptor until she finally bowed her head.

Just yesterday, she was at Jiang Feng’s home, enjoying a blissful and comforting time.

And today, it’s like the dream shattered; she’s dragged back into the cold, harsh reality.

Looking around, rows of white tombstones line up neatly, stretching endlessly, it seems.

And beneath each gravestone lies a heroic soul.

Besides being warriors, they might have been fathers or mothers, husbands or wives.

They must also have been someone’s child.

Li Mengnan withdrew her gaze and looked at the gravestone piled with flowers, clinging tightly to Du Yu’s arm.

Du Yu sighed inwardly, turning to look into the distance.

At the far edge of a pine grove, Furious Fire Ape·Qi Tian was sitting against a lush pine tree, playing with weeds in his hand.

Its face expressionless, tearing the grass leaves into tiny pieces.

Those golden Demon Eyes seemed never to leave the grass leaf, and its peripheral vision seemed also fixed on its master’s gravestone.

Under another tree nearby, Little Tai Sui was standing silently.

It shouldn’t have been here, but more than an hour ago, its master summoned it.

When Little Tai Sui saw the rows of gravestones, its heart was astonished.

When Tai Sui turned to look at its master, to find Du Yu slightly raising his head, gesturing with his chin toward the distance.

Little Tai Sui turned its gaze, seeing in the cascading rain curtain, Brother Qi Tian’s lonely departing figure.

Thus, Little Tai Sui followed.

And so it shadowed Brother Qi Tian through countless gravestones, entering the pine grove, quietly observing the humans’ rituals of worship.

"Rumbling..."

The thunder rolled, and the rain fell heavier.

Jiang Feng went to He Changfeng’s gravestone, helping the weeping Shi Hua to her feet.

High above, the Swift Flame Eagle called out to the heavens, stubbornly blazing amidst the downpour. Yet no matter how one looked, its power seemed so negligible.

Memorials do come to an end, people urging the families of Qi and He to depart slowly.

Hu Yihua, as their mentor and direct supervisor, suppressed his grief and went to console the disciples’ families.

Similarly, as the director of the Twenty-Ninth Bureau, Yang Qingqing joined Li Jing and others as they approached.

Eventually, only Du, Nan, and Wei remained before the grave, with Zhang Tianxiao standing behind them.

Zhang Tianxiao was the youngest in the team, Hu Yihua’s closed-door disciple.

Documents described Zhang Tianxiao as a warm, cheerful, laughing youth.

Yet in the few times Du Yu met him, he never saw the other’s happy grin.

Perhaps it was because Du Yu was always the one to extinguish fires.

Only appearing before the team in times of trouble or danger.

"Should I call him over?" Lin Shiwei stepped forward, standing behind Du Yu, speaking softly.

Du Yu knew whom she was referring to.

He glanced again toward the distant pine grove, sending a message mentally: "Qi Tian."

Qi Tian’s action of tearing grass leaves paused, raising its golden Demon Eyes, finally looking this way.

Du Yu: "Come here, come and see him."

Such words were evidently not a suggestion but an order.

"Yes." Qi Tian slowly stood up, walking step by step closer.

Tai Sui followed Brother Qi Tian silently, saying nothing.

Before the flowers piled high, Furious Fire Ape slowly knelt, gazing at the photo on the gravestone.

"Troubling." Du Yu reached out his hand beside him.

Little Tai Sui shook its head, its body shattering, entering Du Yu’s Acupoint Home.

The funeral was not unfamiliar to Little Tai Sui. Earlier when Du Yu recalled the Mountain Army back to the Mountain Realm, it experienced one.

That day, Du Yu and others were also present.

Except the war wasn’t over then, so Du Yu didn’t stay long, heading out with Yang Qingqing and others to continue the fight.

That day, Hongye led tribesmen to bury the fallen warriors’ remains or Demon Crystals under the bamboo grove.

And some Mountain Army warriors who fell physically were contracted with Demon Souls by the human race’s logistics team, kept in the Acupoint Home.

Little Tai Sui firmly believed that the warriors would eventually rebuild their physical forms.

Someday, they would all return to Bamboo Grove!

"I..."

Furious Fire Ape whimpered softly, gazing at the gravestone among flowers, looking at the owner’s photo upon it.

"I’ve become Emperor, Master."

The Furious Fire Ape unwilling to come before the gravestone, much like back when its master died, hiding in a dark corner alone.

In that ramshackle mall, because of Du Yu, it came before the master, seeing the master’s half-body remains again.

And in this downpouring cemetery, thanks to Du Yu, Furious Fire Ape came to see its master once more.

Once the mournful whispers began, the Furious Fire Ape opened up his chatterbox.

He was not as proud as he imagined, nor as carefree as he once was.

"I’ve become an emperor, Master, you saw it all, didn’t you."

"I’ve fulfilled our dreams, our wishes."

"It was on the day you died."

The Furious Fire Ape lowered his head, his mouth filled with ape cries that the people behind couldn’t understand.

But those sorrowful ape cries pierced through the layers of rain and fell into people’s ears, breaking their hearts.

"Great Xia has won, Master, we have won."

"Youhan was destroyed, destroyed by Du Yu, you saw it as well, didn’t you."

"I... didn’t help much, I only assisted him in casting a few demon skills."

"Among them was the demon skill we discussed many times, the one we always dreamed of, Demon Skill· Furious Three Demons."

"I’ve finally used it, Master. You saw my three-sided figure, didn’t you."

The Furious Fire Ape wiped his eyes with his hand; whether it was rainwater or tears on his furry hand was indistinguishable.

His head lowered even further:

"I finally used the Furious Three Demons, finally became an emperor, I..."

"I miss you."

Du Yu’s eyes reddened, standing quietly behind the Furious Fire Ape.

The Furious Fire Ape didn’t convey his heartfelt thoughts to Du Yu through their contract, so he didn’t understand the mournful ape cries.

But ultimately, they were bound by a contract, and some emotions couldn’t be hidden.

Du Yu was also deeply influenced emotionally.

Within her Baihui Acupoint at the top of her head, Little Fen Yang covered her eyes with her small hands, listening to everything clearly.

She remained silent, not translating for Du Yu.

"Huh?" Ghost Firefly holding up her three-headed candlestick looked at the sorrowful Miss Fen Yang before her, unsure how to comfort her.

Lin Shiwei stood by Du Yu’s side, looking at his profile.

She reached out her hand and gently wiped Du Yu’s eyes.

"Du Yu." Suddenly, Zhang Tianxiao’s voice came from behind.

"Hmm?" Du Yu directly canceled the Demon Breath Battle Robe, letting the heavy rain soak his body, and his face instantly became moist.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Tianxiao.

Zhang Tianxiao: "After Brother Qi Tian left, the surviving demon pets and ancient spiritual artifacts were taken in by us."

Du Yu lightly nodded.

Zhang Tianxiao raised his right hand, revealing a golden stick: "Take this ancient spiritual artifact with you."

Du Yu was silent for a moment and said, "My spiritual artifact contract quota is full."

Zhang Tianxiao spoke up: "This is the Golden Flame Stick’s own wish, it wants to follow Brother Qi Tian and the Furious Fire Ape like before."

Qi Tian is gone, and only the Furious Fire Ape remains in this world.

However, the Furious Fire Ape is a demon pet and cannot contract ancient spiritual artifacts.

Zhang Tianxiao continued: "It’s also the result discussed by the bureau, the Golden Flame Stick is also a contributor and our comrade.

We still hope to follow the artifact spirit’s own wishes."

"Take it." Lin Shiwei gently advised, "It can be placed under the Twin Trees."

That way, even if not contracted, it’s fine.

After all, whether the Golden Flame Stick needs the Demon Breath or Spiritual Qi, the Twin Divine Trees can satisfy its needs.

"Buzz~" The Golden Flame Stick lightly trembled, quietly flying up, heading toward the Furious Fire Ape.

The Furious Fire Ape didn’t turn his head, he just instinctively reached out, following the familiar vibrating sound, and caught the golden stick.

"Hu!"

The golden flames roared to life amidst the heavy rain, steaming thick white mist.

Seeing this scene, Du Yu nodded.

Zhang Tianxiao obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

The person in front is Divine General Du, standing at the pinnacle of the Twin Tree Realm.

No matter how kind Du Yu’s own personality is, or his working relationship with the second team, but facing such a presence...

He still felt Du Yu was distant, unattainable.

Suddenly, beside the blazing Golden Flame Stick, a Golden Armored Ape appeared.

It and the Furious Fire Ape kneeling on the ground simultaneously grasped the burning stick from both sides.

Golden Armored Ape: "Monkey, you forgot to bring me along."

Furious Fire Ape: "I thought you didn’t want to fight anymore."

The Golden Armored Ape pursed its lips, looking at the photo on the tombstone: "Indeed, mourned for a while, and when I wanted revenge, there were no enemies left."

"Enemies, there still are."

The Golden Armored Ape looked at the Furious Fire Ape: "Are there still?"

The Furious Fire Ape looked at Du Yu: "Yes, still countless Cold Trees, countless Cold Beasts, and Cold Races."

"Heh." The Golden Armored Ape grinned, "Then you should definitely bring me along."

The Furious Fire Ape gripped the Golden Flame Stick tightly, slowly turning his head to gaze at the photo on the tombstone.

"Du Yu fulfilled our dream, now, it’s our turn to help him."

"Master, I will carry your part and keep walking forward."

"I will become Demon Saint, become Supreme, help Du Yu smash countless Cold Trees, and exist eternally."

The Furious Fire Ape extended his hand, pressing against the tombstone and brushing his fingertips across the man’s face in the photo:

"As long as I live, you will keep living too, won’t you."

"Master, Du Yu gave me a name."

The golden demon eyes of the Furious Fire Ape glistened with a strange luster as it stared directly at Qi Tian’s eyes in the photo:

"Qi Tian."