As soon as Yuan Weizhi finished speaking, the old man's expression finally lost all control for the first time. His usually cold and calm eyes widened suddenly, and he almost transformed into a gray-white blur as he charged forward, roaring almost madly, "Stop—!! We absolutely cannot let the third page open!!!"
At the same time, he frantically formed hand seals, and the gray-white soul flag, the remaining soul power, and the blood mist all converged at the same time. A huge gray-white palm that blotted out the sky crashed down from the void, attempting to erase Yuan Weizhi and the Wordless Heavenly Book at the last moment.
However, it was all too late. Yuan Weizhi slowly raised his right hand, looking at the drop of scarlet blood slowly condensing at his fingertip, a relieved smile on his face. Without the slightest hesitation, he gently pricked his fingertip, and the drop of blood that had already merged with the Blood Soul Pool's origin, yet also carried his last will, slowly fell.
Tap—The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible, but the instant that drop of blood touched the third page of the Wordless Heavenly Book, the entire Wordless Heavenly Book trembled violently. Boom—A crimson beam of light shot into the sky! The world changed color abruptly.
The sky, spanning billions of miles, was simultaneously dyed a dark red. The sun and moon lost their light, the stars disappeared, and the entire world seemed to be completely covered by an endless sea of blood. The Wordless Heavenly Book floated above Qin Yu's palm, its pages turning on their own, countless ancient and obscure primordial characters flying out from it.
The light slowly rotates around the third page. The first and second pages simultaneously glow with a soft emerald green and warm red light, and the primal light of "joy" and "love" rises up on its own, intertwining with the scarlet light bursting forth from the third page, as if this reunion was destined countless years ago.
The third page was originally blank, but now a drop of blood floats silently in the center of the page. In the next instant, the drop of blood seeps into the depths of the page.
Countless fine, blood-red lines suddenly appeared on the entire page. These lines seemed to come alive, constantly moving, converging, and recombining, finally slowly outlining an ancient and incomparably large character under everyone's gaze.
The moment the word "evil" appeared, there was no overwhelming killing intent or destructive aura; there was only a heavy, suffocating sorrow. It was as if it was not the evil that people talked about, but the first wisp of origin born when all living beings first knew "hatred," "resentment," and "unwillingness" after the beginning of the world.
The word "evil" hovered silently at the top of the page, and then, a line of ancient text slowly emerged from below it: Evil
Hatred can ignite the heavens and shatter the old, and raging waves can bring forth the new. If all remaining thoughts are extinguished, even the sharpest edge will lose its true essence.
Four lines of ancient poetry slowly appeared, and with each word, an ancient bell tolled throughout the world. It was not a hymn to "evil," but rather a statement about an essence originating from the deepest recesses of life—that without evil,
Without hatred, people would not know what boundaries are; without hatred, people would not know what protection is. Evil is not destruction, but rather a wisp of resistance that rises from the deepest part of the Fate Soul when all beings face injustice, unfairness, and inequality.
Just after the first line was completely condensed, the Wordless Heavenly Book trembled slightly again. On the other side of the third page, an even more intense crimson radiance appeared once more. Within the radiance, the second ancient character slowly emerged.
The moment the word "rage" appeared, thunder rumbled across the entire world, and countless crimson lightning bolts streaked across the sky.
The wind howled and the earth roared, but strangely, there was no violence in the thunder; instead, it exuded a dignified and indomitable aura.
It's as if true anger isn't about losing control, but about daring to draw your sword and move forward even in the face of darkness.
Then, another ancient poem slowly emerged after the word "anger,"
A thunderous rage can destroy a city, and it is also a cry of despair from the human world. If all remaining emotions are cut off, only fierce bones remain, but without any feeling. As the last word "emotion" slowly falls, the entire third page is finally fully lit up.
Crimson, warm red, and emerald green light rose simultaneously from the Wordless Heavenly Book, merging with the first and second pages to create a vast scroll spanning heaven and earth.
At this moment, no one felt that "evil" was merely evil, nor that "anger" was merely madness, because everyone clearly felt that within those two fundamental sources lay an indispensable part of life.
Without anger, beings would not resist oppression. Without evil, beings would not be able to distinguish between good and evil. The seven emotions are never sins. What truly falls into darkness is never the emotions themselves, but the people who manipulate them. In the distance, the old man stared at the fully opened third page, the color draining from his face, and for the first time, an undisguised fear appeared in his eyes.
He stared intently at the Wordless Heavenly Book, his body involuntarily taking a step back, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Page three..." "It actually... opened... damn it!!!"
After the third page of the Wordless Heavenly Book was fully unfolded, the entire world fell into an unprecedented silence. The two ancient characters—"Evil" and "Wrath"—suspended quietly above the page. The scarlet primordial radiance was no longer violent, but had transformed into two slowly flowing rivers of light, descending from the book. At that moment, Yuan Weizhi suddenly smiled softly.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at his hands, those hands that had once wielded swords and traversed the heavens and earth, now gradually turning into tiny particles of light. First his fingertips, then his palms, and then his entire arm began to transform into a sky full of starlight.
The starlight did not disappear, but transformed into countless tiny red and black primordial light points, slowly rising towards the third page of the Wordless Heavenly Book. Yuan Weizhi stood there quietly, without struggling or fear, because he finally understood that his Fate Soul had been completely merged with the source of anger and evil the day he entered the Blood Soul Pool.
Now, the third page has opened. Anger and evil have returned to their source, and he has finally faced his destiny. He slowly raised his head, looking at Qin Yu, then at Qian Wenwan. In his eyes, which had regained their clarity, there was no longer any pain, only a sense of relief. "Fellow Daoists..."
"To have traveled this journey with you all..." "It is the greatest fortune of my life." He slowly revealed a smile. "In the next life..." "Farewell."
As soon as he finished speaking, his chest began to transform into countless particles of light. Strands of the source of anger and the source of evil slowly rose from within him, like two long rivers that stretched across the heavens and the earth, lifting his body little by little.
Between heaven and earth, countless scarlet rays of light slowly swirled around his figure, like thousands of fireflies or a galaxy of stars. His figure became increasingly transparent. In the end, only a faint humanoid outline remained. At the last moment, he gently clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan, and then his entire body transformed into billions of streams of light.
The streams of light did not dissipate, but instead flowed into the third page of the Wordless Heavenly Book like rivers flowing into the sea. The character "evil" trembled slightly, and the character "anger" slowly emitted an ancient hum. On the third page, between the two ancient poems, a phantom image of a young man holding a sword slowly emerged.
He stood there quietly, his gaze unwavering, a faint smile playing on his lips. That was the last trace of Yuan Weizhi's Fate Soul left between heaven and earth. Then, the figure slowly merged into the pages of the book, and the third page returned to its tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened.
In the distance, the old man watched all this unfold, his face contorted with madness. "No--!!!" "Damn it!!!" "Damn it all--!!!" "A million-year plan!" "A million-year scheme!!" "Destroyed by a few outsiders!!"
He roared hysterically, but his body had already begun to crumble bit by bit. After the third page opened, anger and evil returned to their source. This physical body, which had survived until now by relying on the Anger and Aversion Origin, could no longer maintain its existence. His feet turned into gray-white dust first, and then his legs continued to disintegrate.
His chest began to crack, but just as his body was about to completely disappear, suddenly—BOOM—an extremely eerie black-gray beam of light shot into the sky from his body! The next moment, a figure that had never appeared before actually broke free from the collapsing body. The figure was not tall, but it gave people an indescribable chill.
His body seemed to be woven from countless desires, with no fixed appearance; it would transform into a different form with each glance.
Sometimes he appears as an elderly man, sometimes as a young man, and sometimes as a woman or child; it seems that the deepest desires in the hearts of all beings can become his form.
He slowly floated in the void, looking down at the gradually crumbling flesh below, then suddenly looked up, staring intently at Qin Yu, Xiao Yue, and Qian Wenwan. In his ever-changing eyes, there was no longer any anger or malice.
Only endless, insatiable desire. He let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth. "Outsiders—!!" "You have ruined my million-year plan!!" "This debt..." "I will make you pay a hundredfold!!"
Before the words had even faded, he had already transformed into a streak of gray-black light, shattering layers of void with a single step, and vanishing into the ends of the earth in the blink of an eye. With his departure, the so-called "Chieftain of the Blazing Erosion Clan" finally turned to ashes, and the entire Blazing Erosion Clan territory returned to tranquility at that moment.
Qian Wenwan in place, gazing in the direction where Yuan Weizhi had disappeared. She remained silent for a long time, the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword in her hand slowly falling. Her once gentle and resolute eyes had lost all their luster, and she seemed to have all her strength drained away. Qin Yu slowly walked to her side.
Without saying much, he simply raised his hand and handed her hundreds of Supreme Transformation Source Crystal, each radiating a soft silver glow. "Take these first." "To nourish your Fate Soul's origin." "The revenge for Fellow Daoist Yuan." "We will avenge him." "The Blazing Erosion Clan here..." "They have completely returned to their origin."
Qian Wenwan slowly accepted the Supreme Transformation Source Crystal, nodded gently, and tear stains still lingered at the corners of her eyes. At the same time, the Wordless Heavenly Book slowly closed on its own. On the first page, the second page, and the third page, the primordial radiance flowed between them, finally returning to its ancient tranquility and quietly falling back into Qin Yu's palm.
Xiao Yue gently landed beside the two, looked up at the now calm sky, and whispered, "Little Qinzi." "Now, all seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, and hate—have returned to their source."
She slowly looked in the direction where the gray-black figure had disappeared, her star-blue eyes narrowing slightly. "The one who escaped just now..." "was the last one—Desire." Qin Yu slowly put away the Wordless Heavenly Book and looked into the depths of the Southern Region, where an even colder and more powerful aura was faintly rising from the ground.
He nodded slightly. "Yes." "Let's go to the Blood Soul Pool that Fellow Daoist Yuan mentioned first. Let's see what kind of Devil Creature it is!" Qian Wenwan took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the grief in her heart, and gripped the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword tightly again. She looked at Qin Yu and nodded slightly. "Let's go." The three figures slowly shattered the void, walking step by step towards the Blood Soul Pool.