The entire palace trembled violently! Countless Daoist principles, sealed for countless years, awakened wildly from the depths of the book's pages! Ancient patterns began to emerge in the previously Emptiness areas of the pages. These patterns, like tree roots, like blood vessels, like the veins of Fate Soul, crisscrossed and quickly covered the entire page.
At the same time, the entire Wordless Heavenly Book began to turn automatically. The pages flipped one by one with a whoosh. The grayish-white light grew stronger and stronger. Countless ancient phantoms began to appear on the walls around the main hall; some knelt on the ground, some gazed at the sky, and some worshipped around a towering ancient tree.
A vast aura of Fate Soul force swept through the space like a tidal wave. Xiao Yue suddenly jumped up from the table, her eyes wide open. "It's open!" "It really's open!" At this moment, Fu Wansheng was already trembling with shock at the sight before him. He fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground. His voice trembled. "The ancestors have manifested..." "The Wordless Heavenly Book has opened..." "Countless years..." "It has finally opened..."
As he spoke, the grayish-white light in the center of the first page gradually condensed, and ancient characters began to slowly emerge. These characters were not in any known language, yet they instantly entered the depths of Qin Yu 'Fate Soul.
This allowed him to instinctively understand its meaning, and as the first line of text was completely condensed, the entire Wordless Heavenly Book suddenly erupted with an even more vast Daoist aura.
The Wordless Heavenly Book floated in mid-air, its greyish-white light flowing slowly. The entire hall had fallen completely silent. Fu Wansheng knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly. Xiao Yue stood on Qin Yu's shoulder, her eyes fixed on the book. Only then did everyone realize that this Wordless Heavenly Book did not have only one page.
Instead, there were seven pages in total, all connected to each other. Each page emanated a completely different Fate Soul fluctuation. However, the other six pages remained closed, covered by a thin layer of gray mist, making them impossible to see through. Only the first page was completely open, with the light on the page continuously gathering.
The center of the first page slowly split into two parts. An ancient text appeared first in the left area. The text was extremely desolate. The writing was as sharp as weeping. The moment it appeared, the entire hall was filled with a heavy and extremely sad atmosphere, as if countless years of regrets had been deposited in it. It was the word - [Sorrow].
Immediately afterwards, an ancient line of text slowly emerged from below. "A traveler often grieving for autumn, a patient man for a hundred years, I climb the stage alone, burdened by illness." As the text appeared, the air in the hall seemed to grow heavier. On the right side, another beam of light began to gather, its aura completely different from the sorrowful one—oppressive, tense, and hesitant, as if standing at a crossroads of fate, filled with unease and uncertainty.
Soon, the second ancient character slowly appeared. The character "fear" followed by another line of text below it. "The closer I get to home, the more timid I become, I dare not ask the passersby." The two lines of ancient poetry floated quietly in mid-air, without any supernatural fluctuations or earth-shattering phenomena, yet they plunged the entire hall into an indescribable silence.
Qin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed. His gaze swept over the four lines of text. "Alas..." "Fear... A traveler often feels sorrow in autumn, a hundred years of illness leads him to climb the stage alone? The closer he gets to home, the more timid he becomes, not daring to ask the passersby, but what exactly do these two sentences mean..."
Xiao Yue, equally puzzled, flew to the Heavenly Book and circled it. She rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought. "Strange," she murmured, "If this is the origin of a race, why are there only two words and two lines of poetry? Could this be some kind of clue?" Qin Yu didn't answer.
Because even he himself couldn't see through the mystery at this moment, however, at this moment, Fu Wansheng was kneeling on the ground, suddenly trembled violently. "Uh--" A muffled groan that was extremely suppressed suddenly came from his mouth. Qin Yu and Xiao Yue turned their heads at the same time and saw that Fu Wansheng was clutching his chest with both hands, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His face turned pale instantly.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had suffered some kind of enormous shock. Boom—the next moment, his Fate Soul essence manifested on its own. Streams of pale blue Fate Soul essence surged wildly from his body, and a gale suddenly rose in the entire hall. Fu Wansheng gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils contracting continuously.
His chest heaved violently as he endured indescribable pain. Fu Wansheng's condition became increasingly bizarre, his Fate Soul essence churning wildly within his body, his Dao aura fluctuating wildly, as if something was trying to break free and awaken from the depths of his Fate Soul, or as if a layer of restraint was being forcibly torn apart.
Xiao Yue's expression changed drastically. "What happened to him?" "He was fine just now!" Qin Yu's figure flashed and instantly appeared beside Fu Wansheng. He caught Fu Wansheng, who was about to fall, and placed his palm on his shoulder. The power of his Eternal Silence Realm Fate Soul immediately entered his body. However, the next moment, Qin Yu's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because he discovered that deep within Fu Wansheng's Fate Soul essence, two extremely ancient marks had appeared—one filled with endless sorrow, the other with a deep-seated fear. These two marks resonated with the [sorrow] and [fear] in mid-air. Qin Yu immediately steadied himself and shouted in a deep voice:
"What's wrong?" "What happened?" "Answer me!" Fu Wansheng's body trembled more and more violently. Cold sweat poured from his forehead, his hands gripped Qin Yu's sleeves tightly, and his lips were already turning white. He struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with pain and terror. His voice was intermittent. "My lord..." "I..." "I..." "I think... I remember something..."
Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. Almost at the same moment Fu Wansheng finished speaking, he had already taken out a Supreme Transformation Source Crystal, its silvery-white light slowly flowing. It contained an extremely rich power to stabilize the Fate Soul. However, just as Qin Yu was about to send the Supreme Transformation Source Crystal into Fu Wansheng's body...
His movements suddenly stopped, because he discovered that Fu Wansheng's feet were disappearing—not crumbling, not Annihilation, and not Dao Foundation Collapse, but rather undergoing an extremely gentle yet irreversible return. His soles first transformed into countless tiny points of light, which, after leaving his body, did not dissipate but slowly rose into the air.
Flying towards the character "[Sorrow]" on the first page of the Wordless Heavenly Book, little by little, like starlight returning to its nest. Qin Yu and Xiao Yue were both stunned. "My lord..." Fu Wansheng's face was pale, his body had begun to become transparent, his legs disappeared, and his waist began to turn into light. He seemed to feel no fear of death at all, and instead, a clarity he had never seen before appeared in his eyes.
Just then, a series of terrified screams erupted outside the palace. "Ah--!" "Clan leader!!" "What happened to me!!" "My body!!!" "Save me!! Save me!!" One scream after another followed. The entire Duckweed Clan was instantly thrown into chaos. Xiao Yue's expression changed drastically. "Little Qinzi!" "Something's happened outside!" Qin Yu turned around abruptly. "Xiao Yue, go out and see!" "Okay!"
A streak of blue light flashed out of the hall in an instant. At that moment, most of Fu Wansheng's body had vanished, his chest transforming into a sky full of starlight. His memories seemed to fully resurface at that moment. He gripped Qin Yu's hand tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and for the first time, a look unlike the timidity and confusion of the Duckweed Clan appeared in them. It was a sense of relief, a realization after countless years of traversing time to finally see the truth. "My lord..." "So that's how it is..." "I see..."
He laughed, a laugh tinged with bitterness, sorrow, and a sense of relief at final liberation. "So we weren't human after all... we were merely an emotion left behind by our master... My race... is precisely the one of the seven emotions and six desires... sorrow... Therefore, we are born so lowly..."
"Lack of cohesion, no opinions, afraid to fight, afraid to lose, afraid to choose, because we ourselves are sorrow itself..." Fu Wansheng's voice grew softer and softer. His body became more and more transparent, and countless points of light flew out from his chest, all surging towards the character "[Sorrow]" in mid-air.
At this moment, the word was becoming brighter and more real, as if it were awakening. Fu Wansheng looked at the Wordless Heavenly Book, his eyes filled with deep awe. "My lord..." "The Wordless Heavenly Book..." "It was left behind by the master himself..." "When all seven pages are opened..." "It will be the time when the seven emotions and six desires return to their origin..." "Please..." "You must ensure that our seven emotions and six desires completely return to their origin, and that the master completely returns to his source..."
After the last sentence fell, Fu Wansheng slowly let go of Qin Yu's hand. The next moment, boom - the whole person turned into countless stars without a body. There was no life soul. There was nothing left behind, only the light rising up all over the sky slowly, and finally all merged into the huge word [sorrow]. Buzz - -
The entire text suddenly burst forth with a grayish-white light, the hall trembled, the heavens and earth shook, and countless ancient Daoist auras swept in all directions. Qin Yu stood there, speechless for a long time. Just then, a rumble—an even more violent fluctuation suddenly erupted from the outside world, and the next moment, Xiao Yue burst through the hall door and rushed in.
His expression was more grave than ever before. "Little Qinzi!" "It's terrible! Chaos has broken out outside!!" Qin Yu turned his head sharply, and Xiao Yue pointed outside the hall. Her voice trembled slightly. "Half of the Duckweed Clan Clan members are slowly disappearing!!" Qin Yu's figure instantly appeared in front of the hall door.
The next moment, his gaze froze completely. The entire settlement of the Duckweed Clan had transformed into a sea of light, with thousands of clansmen standing on the ground. Some were blank-faced, some were in tears, some were kneeling on the ground, and some were looking up at the sky. Their bodies were gradually turning into starlight.
Starting from the soles of the feet, from the legs, from the chest, countless particles of light rose into the sky, filling the entire world. From afar, the whole world seemed to be ignited by countless galaxies, and the radiant light gathered into a torrent, rushing wildly toward the first page of the Wordless Heavenly Book, where the word "[Sorrow]" grew brighter and brighter.
It grew ever larger until finally, the entire sky was covered in a grayish-white radiance, thousands of galaxies rose into the sky simultaneously, and countless sorrowful auras intertwined with heaven and earth. It was like a homecoming that spanned countless eras, like countless wanderers lost in time finally finding their Return Path, the radiance piercing through the sky and penetrating the earth.