Qin Yu stood in the empty hall, surrounded by silence. The square, which had been filled with kneeling members of the Duckweed Clan Clan not long ago, was now empty except for the cold stone steps and the bare palace walls. The wind blew in from outside the hall, stirring up a few withered leaves on the ground. The entire clan territory could no longer be felt by any trace of Fate Soul force.
Qin Yu remained silent for a moment, then slowly stored the Wordless Heavenly Book into the Annihilation Devil Pupil · Final Spirit Core. As the Heavenly Book disappeared, the hall returned to calm. Just then, his gaze fell once again on the table in the hall, where the ancient vessel still sat, inside the vessel.
The bowl of Source Liquid still emitted a faint glow, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with it. Qin Yu slowly walked forward and reached out to pick up the vessel. The Source Liquid rippled slightly in the bowl, with countless tiny light patterns flowing inside. The primordial auras of chaos, primordial chaos, true meaning, the Great Dao, destiny, reincarnation, life and death, time and space, and countless other primordial energies constantly intertwined and changed.
Each cycle gives birth to new Daoist principles, only to return to unity in the next instant. Xiao Yue sat on Qin Yu's shoulder, her little head craning closer to observe. The more she looked, the more astonished she became. "Little Qinzi, this Source Liquid is truly unique. Fu Wansheng just said it was formed from the dripping leaves of the Myriad Dao Source Root Divine Tree, but the primordial aura within it is simply too exaggerated!"
Qin Yu gently shook the vessel, his gaze deepening. "Hmm, and there's something strange about it. The Sorrow Clan and the Fear Clan are so lowly, yet they offer this to the Wrath Clan and the Hatred Clan every season. That proves that this Source Liquid is not just a sacrificial offering; it must have other uses."
Xiao Yue blinked and then waved her hand. "Never mind that for now, it's definitely a treasure anyway, let's put it away first, we still have to continue our treasure hunt." Qin Yu smiled slightly upon hearing this and then waved his hand to put the entire bowl of Source Liquid into the Final Spirit Core.
The instant the Source Liquid vanished, Qin Yu's expression suddenly changed. "Damn it." Xiao Yue was startled. "What's wrong?" Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. "Qian Wenwan and Yuan Weizhi." "They've probably encountered other races by now. If they mistake the people here for ordinary beings, they might miss important information or be in danger."
Xiao Yue immediately realized. "That's right, all seven major clans here are manifestations of the seven emotions and six desires of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor. They don't know about this yet." Qin Yu did not hesitate and immediately took out the communication Qian Wenwan tablet given to him by Qian Wenwan. A faint glow flowed over the jade tablet. Qin Yu slowly poured his divine sense into it and then imprinted all the information he had obtained from the Wordless Heavenly Book into it.
All information about the seven emotions and six desires, the Dao Source Ancient Tree, the Wordless Heavenly Book, the return of the Duckweed Clan to its origin, and the Wrath Clan, the Hatred Clan, the Joy Clan, the Love Clan, the Desire Clan, etc., was transformed into a divine thought and merged into the Jade Mirror. Buzz—the Jade Mirror vibrated slightly, and then a stream of light broke through the sky and disappeared.
Vanishing into the world, Qin Yu put away the jade tablet and let out a soft breath. "I hope they receive this message." Xiao Yue nodded. "Let's go." "It seems there's nothing worth staying here for now." "Let's go Qian Wenwan in the east first." Qin Yu nodded slightly.
The void split open the next moment, and a person and a spirit stepped directly into it. The entire Duckweed Clan Ancestral Land returned to its deathly silence, the palaces and plazas empty. Not a single person remained...
Meanwhile, in the Eastern Region the Layered Realm Void, which is completely different from the Northern Region, the Eastern Region is like another world, with rolling mountains. A warm and gentle light permeates the world, and in the distance, verdant peaks rise abruptly from the ground, shrouded in clouds and mist, with clear springs flowing slowly down the cliffs.
A series of silvery-white waterfalls cascaded down the valleys, where vast stretches of spiritual fields stretched out neatly, adorned with countless brightly colored flowers and trees in full bloom, their pale golden petals fluttering in the wind. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, and in the heart of the mountains stood numerous ancient buildings, none of which possessed the oppressive and solemn atmosphere of the palaces of the Northern Region.
More than anything, there was a sense of warmth and peace. Children played in the mountains, old people sat under ancient trees chatting, and young men and women slowly recited ancient sacrificial texts around the altar. Everyone wore a genuine smile; there was no strife, no suspicion, no fear. The whole world exuded a sense of harmony and tranquility.
At the very center of the mountains, a colossal golden-blue ancient tree soars into the clouds, its canopy covering hundreds of thousands of miles of sky and earth, its countless branches swaying gently in the wind, scattering golden light across the heavens. Whenever the light falls, all living beings below show warm smiles; some clasp their hands together in worship to the ancient tree, while others silently guard the spiritual fields beneath it.
Some people sat quietly, contemplating the Dao, as if their sole purpose was to protect and worship this ancient tree. This place was the territory of the Shade-Guarding Clan, the land where the Joy Clan and the Love Clan coexisted. They did not contend, seize, or expand; they only wished to guard the ancient tree, this land, and the peace that belonged to their hearts.
At that very moment, deep within the Eastern Region Dome, a void rift slowly appeared, revealing Qian Wenwan's figure. The instant Qian Wenwan stepped out of the spatial rift, she sensed the abnormality; the world here was completely different from the outside world.
There was no lingering chill of battle, no oppressive aura from the combined might of powerful figures, and none of the usual vigilance and caution found in the powerful strongholds of the Eternal Nonexistence Limitless Domain.
A gentle breeze blew in her face, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, mingled with the fragrance of petals and leaves. This scent entered her body with her breath, slowly flowing through her Fate Soul essence. Qian Wenwan paused slightly. She looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "The aura here..." "It can actually nourish my Fate Soul?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
A long-lost sense of comfort emanated from the very essence of her Fate Soul. It wasn't an increase in power, but a profound peace emanating from her very core, like finally returning to her true home after countless years of wandering. Qian Wenwan opened her eyes, her expression gradually becoming solemn. "The inner world of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor..." "Indeed extraordinary."
Just then, a series of silvery laughs suddenly came from afar, accompanied by the sounds of children playing. Some were running, some were laughing, and intermittent songs drifted on the wind. Qian Wenwan's expression changed slightly, and she instantly became alert. "Children?" "How could there be children here?" She quickly spread her divine sense.
She sensed no danger, but instead detected countless gentle and pure life fluctuations, which made her even more vigilant. Having cultivated for so long, she understood one principle all too well: the more peaceful a place seems, the less careless one should be. In the next moment, her figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the direction from which the sound came. Just a moment later.
As she crossed the last mountain range, she suddenly stopped in mid-air, her usually calm and gentle eyes showing a noticeable tremor for the first time. What came into view was a huge village, no, it could no longer be called a village, it was more like a secluded paradise built among the mountains.
Countless houses are built against the mountain, and a clear stream meanders down from the mountaintop, running through the entire settlement. Various flowers and trees are planted on both sides of the stream. Petals fall continuously with the wind. In the distance, towering ancient trees spread their huge canopies, and countless altars and stone tables are placed under the trees.
At this moment, the entire village was bustling with activity, with tens of thousands of people gathered together. The elderly wore neat robes with kind smiles on their faces, young men and women busily carried various offerings, and children chased and ran among the crowd, their clear laughter ringing out from time to time.
Countless lanterns woven from flower petals floated in the sky, and colorful ribbons hung from the treetops, swaying gently in the wind. In the center of the square, thousands of young people were building a huge sacrificial platform, while further away, thousands of women were weaving garlands around an ancient golden-blue tree.
Everyone wore smiles, smiles that were genuine, without a trace of pretense, emanating from the heart, pure and warm. Qian Wenwan gazed at all of this quietly, momentarily lost in thought. She hadn't seen such a scene in many, many years—no interests, no struggles, no scheming. It was as if the whole world was filled with nothing but the simplest joy.