Emotion Corridor

Countless rays of light and shadows streaked past Mu Qian's eyes.

Ancestral ancients draped in beast hides, bizarre and ferocious ancient beasts, towering trees that pierced the clouds, and magnificent mountain ranges that stretched beyond the horizon...

Even a golden giant wielding a massive axe...

The light and shadows flowed by, moving too quickly for him to grasp the full picture.

In the end, when everything returned to Chaos, only an endless ocean of cyan-gold remained...

"That is..."

Mu Qian tried his hardest to see the cyan-gold ocean clearly, but the surrounding space twisted once more, his vision returning to reality, back to the Divine Temple gate before him.

He had yet to recover his senses.

In that fleeting instant, it was as if he had peered through the torrent of history, witnessing scenes from eons ago.

A mere glimpse of those images was enough to shock anyone who beheld them.

Mu Qian let out a long, stale breath; he had tried this crystal before when he came here, and the result was as one might expect.

He supposed, just as Snow Maiden had said, the time had not yet come...

He did not know if this was the right moment now.

Mu Qian stopped overthinking, took a few quick steps, and entered the gates of the Divine Temple.

As he entered, countless Cyan-Gold Crystal Lamps within the temple ignited one by one, illuminating the path ahead.

His originally anxious and complex mood settled down, as if he had fallen into a mother's embrace, instantly regaining peace and tranquility.

Mu Qian surveyed the scene before him.

What met his eyes was a grand and magnificent corridor.

The entire corridor gave him the feeling of an ancient passage leading to an Imperial Palace Hall, with a row of strange-looking statues lined up against the walls on both sides.

The reason they were strange was that not a single one displayed a solemn or grave expression; they were all extremely relaxed, some clutching their bellies in laughter, others glaring with wide eyes, and some even weeping in grief, silent and sorrowful...

It was as if every emotion in the world could be found upon them.

The crystal walls on both sides were carved with many exquisite murals. After enduring the erosion of countless years, the walls still maintained their original appearance. Touching them gently, they did not feel bone-chillingly cold, but rather possessed a smooth and soft texture.

Those massive murals spanning both sides of the corridor looked as if they had been carved only yesterday; the vivid colors made the content appear lifelike, as if history had left no trace upon them.

The most peculiar thing was that each wall was an independent whole, as if the murals had been carved from various colored jades and crystals before being inlaid into the surface.

In Mu Qian's eyes, those naturally formed murals seemed to move, every character watching him, revealing all sorts of expressions.

They seemed to be extending an invitation, inviting him to join in stories that had taken place who knew how long ago.

He had an intuition that everything here possessed life, and every mural was an independent living entity.

But how could jade and crystal have life?

Mu Qian found it somewhat unbelievable; even though he had not yet awakened his Martial Soul, he trusted his inner intuition implicitly at this moment.

Was this truly something that could be achieved by human hands?

It seemed only a god could accomplish such a feat.

Mu Qian had expected to see the fleeting scene he had witnessed at the temple entrance within the murals.

But that was not the case; all the content was something he had never heard of, yet it felt so familiar, as if he had experienced it himself.

It was just that it had happened so long ago, so long that he had already forgotten it.

Fortunately, Mu Qian discovered one thing: every story in the murals, like the statues in the corridor, was related to some kind of emotion.

"Emotion, why is this corridor filled with all sorts of emotions? What exactly is this place trying to tell me?"

Countless doubts surged in Mu Qian's heart.

He did not believe this was the temple of the God of Emotion; after all, the God of Emotion was merely a First-Class God, much like the Sea God.

He knew the Sea God's inheritance site did not have this level of grandeur.

Moreover, the one who loved to cook hadn't even been born yet, and the previous inheritor of the God of Emotion was not on the Douluo Continent.

While lost in thought, he reached the end of the corridor.

What puzzled Mu Qian was that the end of the corridor was also a wall made of crystal, with no entrance leading anywhere else.

He had just inspected it very carefully and was certain that the walls on both sides were entirely covered in murals, with no exits or entrances.

Looking back, he discovered that at some point, the Divine Temple gate behind him had also vanished without a trace.

The corridor was not long, and compared to the temple he had seen from the outside, it was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Mu Qian turned around, wanting to return to where he had come from, but for some reason, no matter how he tried, he could not reach the end of the short corridor.

The sealed wall was clearly just a short distance away, visible at a glance, yet the path beneath his feet seemed to possess a demonic quality, appearing impossibly long.

"Something is wrong!" Even if Mu Qian were a fool, he would have realized something was amiss.

He seemed to be trapped inside.

A corridor that could reach its end, yet could not return to its starting point.

You can see the finish line, yet you cannot return to the starting point... how similar it is to life.

Suddenly, Mu Qian felt his heartbeat accelerating continuously, and his breathing became rapid.

He had encountered this situation before.

It was the feeling of near-drowning and suffocation after choking on water when he first learned to swim in his past life.

That feeling of being on the verge of death, even after many years, was still hard to forget.

What is going on? This situation clearly cannot be drowning. Could it be... that the oxygen here is running low?

Mu Qian became increasingly certain of his guess. He glanced at the surrounding environment and greedily took a breath of the dwindling oxygen, forcing his restless heart to calm down first.

In truth, from the moment he stepped through the gates of the Divine Temple, he had considered countless possibilities, but he never expected this kind of situation.

Even though his mental age was already that of an adult, and his survival instinct told him that cowardice and fear were useless, he still couldn't help but feel nervous and uneasy.

Mu Qian kept telling himself in his heart that the Snow Maiden could not possibly harm him, and that he could handle the situation before him.

If his guess was correct, the oxygen in the corridor was limited and could not support his breathing indefinitely.

After checking once more and confirming there were no entrances or exits, Mu Qian dared not gasp for air anymore. He lay on the ground, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing as much as possible, and minimized his movements to reduce oxygen consumption.

Time passed slowly, and the corridor was terrifyingly quiet; he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

The atmosphere was oppressively stifling. Even though it was illuminated with perfect clarity by the Cyan-Gold Crystal Lamp, Mu Qian still felt as if there were countless shadows surrounding him.

It was as if something was hidden within the shadows, constantly flitting before his eyes, twisting and deforming, making one feel involuntarily panicked.

Under such a tense atmosphere, Mu Qian couldn't even manage to reduce his consumption through sleep.

In this situation, time itself seemed to have lost its meaning...