Every speck of light carried a pure emotion of the mortal world.
The delirious joy of weeping tears of happiness, the grief that pierced the heart, the love engraved in one's bones, the hatred that incinerated everything.
The greed of wanting what one could never obtain, the foolish obsession that blinded the mind, the sorrowful resentment of blaming Heaven and everyone else...
The myriad manifestations of the mortal world transformed into the tiniest "dust of emotion"!
These motes of light were like fireflies flying against the wind, and like moths flinging themselves into flames.
Yet they actually defied the nine world-destroying torrents of energy, composed purely of the will to destroy, and bravely, silently, began to taint them!
The sight was both tragic and bizarre!
"What is he doing?"
Nezha was stunned.
"Infusing power with emotion? What courage!"
The Azure Emperor murmured, astonishment flashing through his eyes.
The next moment, something happened that no one—not even the Demon God itself—could have anticipated!
Those nine pure, violent, icy torrents of energy, possessing only a single "emotion": destruction.
After coming into contact with those seemingly insignificant motes of mortal light...
They changed!
Within the crimson, raging Demonic Fire, waves of impotent, furious roars suddenly seemed to echo.
The flames' burning trajectories twisted unnaturally, as though the flames themselves had developed an "emotion" of anger.
They wanted to burn even more fiercely, yet instead clashed with the energy beside them!
Within the pitch-black, corroding torrent of poisonous water, countless sorrowful, weeping faces seemed to be reflected.
The poisonous water's flow grew subtly sluggish, as though "sadness" had slowed its steps!
Within the deathly pale, howling Yin Wind, faint sighs like those of lovesick men and resentful women began to mingle.
The wind's cutting trajectory became somewhat chaotic, as though its direction had been