"I really can’t deal with you anymore!"

Han Yu, now in the guise of a panda, leaned against a tree, one hand on his waist, the other weakly gripping an axe.

All around were various bizarre corpses, turning what should have been a trial into a slaughterhouse, incredibly gruesome!

That was fine, but the key was the constantly increasing difficulty that he really couldn’t endure.

As the tree trembled, Han Yu knew that something else was about to drop down.

Fortunately, this time it seemed to be just one thing, not a whole group.

When that damn thing finally dropped down, Han Yu took one look and cursed out loud.

"Damn it!"

Outside the realm, the area around Han Yu’s rigid, lying body was silent, with whispers starting a mile away.

A whole day had passed without any movement, what was going on?

Could he be dead?

Many observers experiencing their first time couldn’t help but wonder, especially Quan Xiaotong, who was also the first time witnessing Han Yu’s breakthrough up close.

In the past, everything about Han Yu that reached him was scant, just a few sentences describing him getting stronger.

He hadn’t thought the process would be like this.

Having experienced the Fire Spirit breakthrough, a few elders appeared calm, and Ling Wuce stepped out to explain.

During the breakthrough process, unless one couldn’t endure, there wouldn’t be death.

But it wasn’t without danger; if one couldn’t withstand it physically, death would still occur.

However, with Han Yu’s current physical condition...

Everyone exhaled simultaneously, thinking it seemed hard to die even on purpose.

"But if you can’t clear the trials, you’ll end up trapped inside."

Unexpectedly, Ling Wuce’s next words caused the relieved group to tense up again.

"Is it really like that?"

Even Qing Wan turned with lingering fear to ask the Wood Spirit.

"Yo yo (Indeed it is!)"

The Wood Spirit gave a couple of calls, scaring Qing Wan pale—not only worried for Han Yu but for herself, realizing she might face such a path in the future, suddenly making her question wanting to practice Divine Techniques.

"Yo yo yo (You’re fine, this trial is difficult for him, but for you, it’s as simple as can be!)"

A strange smile appeared on the Wood Spirit’s deer antlers.

It’s not naive; while the panda was critical, Qing Wan’s disposition was actually the core, oh! No, a specific disposition was the core.

Based on his knowledge of Han Yu, he was probably rampaging inside now!

Perhaps about to encounter a scene that would frighten him witless!

The path of wood couldn’t possibly be such a shallow truth.

If the path of fire was as fierce as flames, Han Yu, if stubborn enough, could power through.

But not the path of wood; wood is adept at defense, not attack. Playing in a killing field inside was asking for death.

The Wood Spirit was sure Qing Wan could pass easily; the reasoning was surprisingly simple.

The path of wood must not be bloodthirsty!

But even with such a simple truth, with a weapon at hand, how many could resist the urge to kill?

An axe is indeed for chopping trees, but it’s also a trap; when holding an axe and seeing small targets ripe for chopping, with enough suggestion, it’s inevitable to slaughter wildly.

When you actually do, monsters will keep getting stronger.

Until destruction!

Han Yu indeed faced destruction; when he saw what fell from the sky, he truly wanted to strangle the Wood Spirit.

It bloody summoned "himself."

Seeing that familiar face, Han Yu’s heart raced, and as expected, he was slapped into a pulp by "himself."

When his consciousness returned, he once again saw a selection of peculiar animals.

The panda rose again, gripping the axe and charging.

The same monsters reappeared, the killing field restarted, and unsurprisingly, Han Yu was killed by "himself" again in one slap.

This time he saw himself clearly; such an invincible stance was impossible to match with a mere panda.

Even if "himself" stood still, he couldn’t harm him.

This was an unsolvable problem.

Since it was unsolvable, it also proved this path was incorrect from the start.

Then he glanced at the axe, suddenly realizing, silently cursing the Wood Spirit’s shamelessness.

This was a trap set deliberately, not to kill, yet placing the axe there, inviting him into danger.

His original suspicion was correct, the Wood Spirit’s trial was about chopping trees but didn’t need to be bloody.

Now he seemed to have some clues. After choosing the Iron-eating Beast again, he lifted the axe and charged forward.

When the same wasps appeared, Han Yu didn’t pay them any mind and continued chopping persistently.

Even when his face was swollen with stings, Han Yu gritted his teeth and endured.

"Really want to kill them."

This bunch of critters has no sense of honor. Even though Han Yu ignored them, they became more aggressive.

As the chopping went on, new changes began to appear.

The giant tree shook, and seeds began to fall, and after landing, they gradually took root and sprouted. In just a short while, Han Yu’s surroundings turned into a lush forest.

The gray world gradually gained color.

The wasps seemed to have a new target and started building nests in the small forest, finally leaving Han Yu with a smile on his chubby face.

Finally, they damn well left him alone.

Spiders as large as washbasins started descending, but seemingly due to the presence of the forest, they ignored Han Yu.

Watching the group of spiders rush into the forest without a backward glance, Han Yu knew he guessed right.

It’s worth mentioning that once the giant spiders entered the forest, they also started dividing territories, setting up giant webs, and naturally, began hunting.

The wasps naturally became their target.

For this, Han Yu even put down his axe to watch, clapping his hands in delight.

"Stupid things, ran into natural enemies, huh? Let’s see if you die."

Thinking about how he was stung all over his face and then watching the wasps meet their end, he felt a rush of satisfaction.

Speaking of which, could it be that the way of the Wood Spirit is self-contradictory?

I seem to have had an epiphany.

Han Yu suddenly thought, clearly wanting to kill these creatures, yet not doing it himself, just waiting for them to destroy each other, as if just playing around.

Far away in another realm, the Wood Spirit suddenly jolted. Though it couldn’t perceive the trial grounds, it could sense Han Yu’s mental activity.

This damn guy, from wanting to lash out at me initially to his current thinking, is simply unspeakable.

But none of this matters. What matters is whether you, that bastard, have learned anything properly.

The principle I want to teach you is not to be bloodthirsty.

What kind of nonsense is self-contradiction?

It’s completely twisted, isn’t it?

After watching the spider-versus-wasp battle, Han Yu trotted back to continue chopping trees. From time to time, seeds fell, and the once narrow world seemed to be continually expanding, with these seeds seemingly reshaping the world.

Soon, a giant python descended, immediately darting into the forest.

Soon after, a giant toothed shark dropped in. Seeing this thing again, Han Yu couldn’t help but internally grumble.

Isn’t anyone going to do something?

Should something like this appear in such a place?

Does this make sense?

As the chopping continued, the sky suddenly began to drizzle, and the rain gradually intensified. Eventually, it formed a lake in the distance, and as the lake expanded, it turned into an ocean.

Yet this wasn’t the main point. The main point was the sight of these creatures joyfully rolling toward the ocean, which clearly left a profound impact on Han Yu’s mind.

This is too absurd!

Later, various strange creatures appeared one after another, but none of them caused trouble for Han Yu again.

This world was no longer gray; it had unwittingly expanded until it stretched beyond the visible horizon.

But the progress of chopping the giant tree had not even reached ten percent.

Until that familiar figure descended again, looking at that familiar "self," Han Yu couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.

Surely he wouldn’t slap himself to death again this time?

That figure immediately moved, gradually walking toward Han Yu. In an instant, his heart leapt to his throat, fearing that a careless move would mean starting all over again.

"You’re struggling too much, let me help."

The voice used Han Yu’s tone, even already taking the axe into its hand.

Han Yu stared dumbfounded, not expecting it to end this way.

The "self" on the other side had already picked up the axe.

The first strike produced rays of rosy light, illuminating the entire world.

The second strike made the sun and moon alternate.

The third strike spun the stars and shifted the cosmos.

There was no fourth strike; unexpectedly, just three strikes brought the towering giant tree crashing down.

Thus, the whole world seemed to come alive.

A tree falls, all things thrive.

The axe turned into a key, and where the giant tree stood, a bronze gate appeared...