On the Seven Star Platform, Ju Hua sat down cross-legged once more. At that moment, vivid seven-colored flames shimmered around him, with faint threads of silver light flickering within them.
Ju Hua had completely lost all awareness of the outside world. In his soul, he was experiencing one impossibly real world after another.
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire—these were the Seven Emotions!
The Seven Emotions did not exist in isolation. The utmost joy could turn to sorrow, and the deepest love to hatred. All kinds of emotions could transform into one another.
Cultivation did not make cultivators emotionless. On the contrary, some cultivators felt even more deeply; they simply kept their emotions hidden most of the time, which made them seem cold and unfeeling.
Ju Hua was the same. He was indifferent toward his enemies, but toward his family and friends, he had always been sincere and affectionate.
The worlds Ju Hua was experiencing now could all stir the emotions buried deep within him. Although he had always known they were false, little by little, he still couldn't help but sink into them.
The seven-colored flames blazed around Ju Hua's body. In the blink of an eye, three thousand years passed.
At some point, three thousand years later, the flames—which had shown no sign of change—suddenly shuddered, then rapidly began to fade.
The flames vanished, but Ju Hua remained seated cross-legged where he was, eyes closed. A single tear silently traced its way down his face.
The tear fell to the ground and, without a sound, condensed into a seven-colored crystal.
Whoosh!
At last, Ju Hua opened his eyes.
"Just one word—love—and it can tear your heart to shreds!" Ju Hua shook his head slightly. Only then did he notice the seven-colored crystal on the ground.
After a