The Layered Realm Void Great Emperor's Seven Emotions

Qin Yu stood in front of the main hall, his hand still holding the last trace of warmth from Fu Wansheng's disappearance. The entire Duckweed Clan Ancestral Land had fallen into complete chaos, but this chaos was devoid of fighting, slaughter, or people crying and fleeing for their lives. There was only countless Ultimate sorrows, as if the world was completely shrouded in an invisible emotion.

Looking around, on the plaza, outside the palace, and along both sides of the road, one after another, members of the Duckweed Clan Clan were dissipating into light. Some stood quietly in place, some knelt on the ground, some were holding another person, and some were supporting an elderly person. Each of them had a different expression on their face.

Ultimately, it all boils down to the same emotion: sorrow, an unspeakable sorrow. An old woman looked down at her hands, now turned to starlight, tears streaming from her cloudy eyes. She seemed to finally remember something. Her lips trembled. "So..." "We were never truly alive..."

Before she could finish speaking, her entire body transformed into countless specks of light, slowly rising into the sky. A young man knelt on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, tears streaming down his face. Yet, his eyes were clearer than ever before. "Is it finally over...?" "I finally understand why I've always been afraid of losing things my whole life..."

The next moment, his body also completely transformed into a galaxy, rising into the sky. More and more people began to dissipate, and more and more people began to regain their memories. They knew who they were, and they finally knew why they existed. In less than a hundred breaths, nearly half of the entire Duckweed Clan Clan had completely disappeared.

Countless gray-white rays of light between heaven and earth gathered into a river, all rushing towards the word [sorrow] in the sky, and that word became more and more real. It became thicker and thicker, as if it carried the joys and sorrows of an ancient being for countless epochs. At this moment.

A sudden hum reverberated through the Wordless Heavenly Book. On the right side of the first page, the character "fear," which had remained silent until then, trembled violently. The next moment, the entire world fell silent, and an even more oppressive atmosphere descended. The bodies of those who had not yet dissipated in the square shuddered simultaneously, their eyes began to change, and some people suddenly retreated in terror.

Some people crouched on the ground, hands covering their heads; some trembled violently; some were deathly pale, as if they had seen the thing they least wanted to face. "It's coming, it's coming! No, no, let me see that scene again, no..." they began to whisper in anguish. Their Fate Soul essence surged wildly. And the character for "fear" in the sky grew brighter and brighter. Boom—

The next moment, countless bluish-white rays of light burst forth from these people's bodies simultaneously. At this moment, the entire Duckweed Clan Ancestral Land was completely transformed into a magnificent scene of returning to the origin that shook the heavens and the earth. One after another, beams of light rose into the sky, thousands upon thousands, crisscrossing and intertwining, making the entire world seem to transform into a boundless sea of stars.

The gray-white light flow continuously merges into the word [Sorrow]. The blue-white light flow continuously merges into the word [Fear]. The two ancient characters hang high in the sky, like two ancient divine suns. They illuminate the entire world, palaces, streets, squares, mountains, rivers, and all the members of the Duckweed clan are slowly dissipating. There is no blood, no death, only return to the source.

That was the return of emotions to their original form, the restoration of a fragmented personality to wholeness, the return of a part separated millions of years ago to its original place. Xiao Yue stood beside Qin Yu, completely stunned. "This..." "This is too exaggerated..." Qin Yu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the sky.

Even he couldn't describe the scene before him, for it transcended the realm of death and reincarnation. It was the lingering emotion of a supreme being returning to its origin. After a long while, the last figure slowly dissipated, and the last ray of starlight merged into the sky. The entire Duckweed Clan Ancestral Land fell into complete silence. There was no one there. Not a single soul.

Only empty buildings, empty palaces, empty squares remained. A gentle breeze blew by, and no trace of the Fate Soul of the Duckweed Clan Clan could be felt between heaven and earth, as if they had never existed. Just after the last ray of starlight disappeared, the characters for "sorrow" and "fear" in the sky suddenly burst forth with blinding brilliance.

Boom! Two beams of light shot straight into the sky, then rapidly contracted, ultimately transforming into two ancient runes that shot directly at the first page of the Wordless Heavenly Book. Buzz! The first page trembled violently, and countless Dao patterns appeared wildly. [Sorrow] and [Fear] completely merged into the pages. Then, the entire world returned to calm.

The Wordless Heavenly Book floated leisurely in mid-air, its pages unfurling without wind, finally settling quietly on the first page. Qin Yu and Xiao Yue exchanged a glance, then slowly stepped forward. Qin Yu raised his hand and gently caught the book in his palm.

The moment I held the book, the previously empty pages completely disappeared, and on the first page, a line of ancient characters that had never appeared before slowly evolved and quietly emerged.

The moment the words appeared, Qin Yu's long-dormant Fate Soul essence trembled slightly. In the darkness, it seemed as if this page of hidden truths, sealed for countless ages, was finally about to be slowly revealed to him. Qin Yu slowly turned the first page, and as the page was fully unfolded, an extremely ancient Daoist aura slowly emanated from the depths of the paper.

This time, the pages were no longer blank, but instead featured a lifelike ancient scroll painting that occupied most of the page. At its center stood an ancient tree that stretched from the sky to the earth, its roots penetrating into the endless void. The tree trunk was indescribably thick, with countless primordial patterns flowing slowly along its body.

Chaos, Primordial Chaos, True Meaning, Great Dao, Destiny, Reincarnation, Time and Space, Life and Death, End, Return to One Daoist principles intertwine and flow within the tree. Each leaf carries a complete Dao principle, and each branch extends to different worlds. Beneath the ancient tree, two blurry figures stand quietly.

The figure on the left, clad in a long grey-white robe, had downcast eyes and a perpetually desolate expression. Countless withered leaves drifted behind him. The landscape was barren. A mournful wind howled; everything exuded an indescribable loneliness and desolation. Above his head, a large, ancient character floated: [Sorrow].

The figure on the right was even more peculiar. He remained standing at the edge of the shadows, his body slightly hunched back, his gaze constantly scanning his surroundings. He seemed wary of something, or perhaps afraid of something. Countless black cracks spread behind him, and an oppressive unease permeated the air. Above his head, an ancient character also floated: [Fear].

Two figures stood around the ancient Dao Source Ancient Tree. Rather than being living beings, they seemed more like two emotions: sadness and fear. Beside the scroll, lines of ancient text slowly emerged, and Qin Yu and Xiao Yue stared intently at them.

After the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor and Void perished, all his emotions and desires were refined to a perfect Dao essence, taking root within his body and forming a unique inner sanctum. At the core of this sanctuary stands the Dao Source Ancient Tree Origin, forged from the Great Emperor's entire Source Dao foundation.

Beneath the ancient tree, seven Ancient Clan arose, each corresponding to one of the seven emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire. All beings of these clans originated from the Great Emperor's own primordial emotions, sharing the same root and origin, merging seamlessly without any sense of separation or alienation. In the instant the Great Emperor's divine soul disintegrated, countless perfect emotions surged and rose from the Dao Source Ancient Tree, intertwining and blending together.

Shedding the seven emotions and their manifestations, they ultimately coalesced into a Wordless Heavenly Book in the celestial dome of the cave. The joys, sorrows, loves, hates, angers, and infatuations of the myriad beings of the seven Ancient Clan are all the hidden Daoist texts within the heavenly book. The differentiation of the seven emotions is the myriad manifestations that the heavenly book expands outwards. The heavenly book is the only Ultimate source of all emotions, desires, and Daoist principles.

No matter how the seven emotions change and evolve, they must eventually be subdued and returned to the Wordless Heavenly Book. As the last character appeared, the entire page trembled slightly. The [sorrow] and [fear] in the scroll slowly lit up. It was as if the billions of creatures of the Duckweed Clan, who had just returned to their origin, were sleeping in it. Xiao Yue stood on Qin Yu's shoulder.

Her small mouth gaped slightly, completely stunned. After a long while, she suddenly gasped. "My goodness..." "This is too outrageous..." "So the seven emotions and six desires of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor have all evolved into real living beings!" "And each of them has established its own race!" "No wonder!" "No wonder Fu Wansheng and the others looked like that!"

Xiao Yue pointed to the sorrow and fear on the pages of the book, her face filled with shock. "They weren't formed later in life... They were born with sorrow and fear themselves. And this Wordless Heavenly Book..." "It's actually the Ultimate Daoist essence condensed from the seven emotions and six desires! No wonder all those people eventually returned here; they originally came from here!"

By the end, even Xiao Yue herself couldn't help but swallow hard. She had seen countless powerful figures and countless primordial treasures. To be able to transform one's own seven emotions and six desires into a complete race, and then allow billions of living beings to multiply within one's body for countless years—this kind of skill far exceeded her previous understanding. Qin Yu slowly closed part of the book.

His gaze was deep, and he remained silent for a long time. Until this moment, many doubts were finally resolved. The image of Chi Xiao's Chi Xiao and ferocious face appeared in his mind. The image of Fu Wansheng's deep-seated humility and hesitation appeared. The image of his clansmen's indecisiveness in the face of any matter also appeared. Everything became clear.

Because their personalities are not acquired; they are emotions themselves. The Wrath Clan is Angry, the Hatred Clan is Evil, and the Duckweed Clan is Sorrow and Fear. All their actions, thoughts, and Fate Soul essences are manifestations of a portion of the emotions of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor.

Qin Yu lowered his gaze to the first page of the ancient painting, his voice deep and steady as he slowly revealed the secret: "The Chi Xiao in the painting, with hair standing on end, is the primal wrath of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor and Void." "In this world, seven major races have arisen: joy, anger, love, hate, and desire. The Duckweed Clan corresponds to sorrow and fear. They are not ordinary beings of flesh and blood; in essence, they are primordial manifestations condensed from the Ultimate emotions of heaven and earth."

Xiao Yue nodded. Qin Yu looked down at the Wordless Heavenly Book again, his gaze lingering on the last passage, his expression gradually becoming solemn. "The seven emotions differentiate." This was merely the outward expansion of the book; the Wordless Heavenly Book itself was the Ultimate source of all emotions and desires. No matter how the seven emotions evolved, they would ultimately return to this source.

At this point, Qin Yu slowly raised his head and looked at the Myriad Dao Source Root Divine Tree that blotted out the heavens and earth in the distance. At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that this first page might only be the beginning, because there were still six pages of the Wordless Heavenly Book that had not been opened. And the five races of joy, anger, love, hate, and desire still existed in this world.

They'll return sooner or later, but... who will do it all?