Qin Yu slowly sheathed the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. The swirling dust around him gradually subsided, and the desires that had been suppressed in the Western Region for millions of years dissipated little by little as the source of desire collapsed.
He and Qian Wenwan slowly walked to the front of the deep pit, looking at Yu lying among the rubble. Yu was no longer the arrogant man he had been. His chest heaved violently, his Fate Soul essence was cracked, and gray-black blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was on the verge of death and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Qin Yu gazed at him quietly, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, his voice calm, yet seemingly traversing millions of years.
"You've spent millions of years striving to be unique, yet you've never truly understood what it means to be whole."
"The seven emotions and six desires have never been shackles for living beings, nor are they tribulations on the path of cultivation. They are the original essence bestowed upon every life by heaven and earth when they nurtured all living beings."
Without joy, life loses its delight; without anger, it loses its protective edge; without sorrow, it fails to cherish; without fear, it lacks reverence; without love, it lacks warmth; without evil, it cannot distinguish good from evil; without desire, all beings will lose their original aspiration to pursue the Great Way and protect what they love.
"The seven emotions and six desires are inherently one." "You attempt to place yourself above the other six emotions, to become the sole will, but little do you know that when you abandon wholeness, you have already lost your origin."
"Returning to the source is not about annihilation, but about allowing everything that was once separated to return to its original, complete self. This is the ultimate destination of the seven emotions."
Wanting to listen quietly to Qin Yu's words, his already dim eyes slowly closed and then slowly opened again. He no longer struggled or roared, but simply lowered his head, a bitter smile of extreme complexity appearing on his lips, his voice as soft as a wisp of wind about to dissipate.
Joy is a fleeting glimmer of light in the afternoon tea smoke, illuminating the dust with golden edges; anger is the crackling firewood in the fireplace, burning through the silence of the entire twilight; sorrow is like the lingering snow on the eaves, carving winding winter marks on the bluestone as it melts; fear is the ripples on the pond under the moon, startling the complete moon disc from its depths.
Love is a vine, quietly entwining the skeleton of time; hatred is rust, spreading across the bronze mirror of memory; desire is a tide, coming and going, yet always leaving behind whispers of seashells and grains of sand on the shore.
"The seven emotions are like seven colors, creating all the possible skies of the human world—sometimes so clear they bring tears to your eyes, sometimes so gloomy they resemble an unfinished letter. The six desires are like the undercurrents beneath the riverbed, constantly reshaping the contours of life."
"They are neither cages nor wings, but windows to our souls: some open to gardens, some to abysses, and some, to the same moonlight."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, gazing at the now tranquil world. The resentment in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.
"Ultimately, I understood that it wasn't about cutting these threads, but about learning to play a complete melody on the strings—the clarity of the high notes and the depth of the low notes are equally precious, because together they constitute the unique harmony of our existence in this world..."
As the last word fell, he slowly closed his eyes, no longer struggling. Qin Yu nodded gently, then flipped his right hand, and the Wordless Heavenly Book slowly appeared in his palm.
With a whoosh, the ancient pages turned on their own. On the first page, the endless Daoist charm left behind by the Duckweed Clan after returning to her origin appeared. On the second page, joy and love flowed quietly. In the scroll, under the Shade-Guarding Ancient Tree, countless figures embracing and weeping remained as warm as ever. On the third page, the words "anger" and "evil" emitted a scarlet glow, and the Daoist charm flowed slowly.
At this moment, on page four, still blank, Qin Yu slowly squatted down, his right hand forming a sword shape with his fingers together, a wisp of gray-white sword intent gently tracing across his fingertips.
A drop of scarlet and crystalline essence blood slowly floated up. This drop of essence blood contained no longer the overwhelming desires, madness, or obsession of before, but only a wisp of the most authentic primordial energy. Qin Yu gently waved his hand, and the drop of essence blood slowly flew towards the Wordless Heavenly Book.
Drip—the moment the essence blood fell onto the center of the fourth page, the entire Wordless Heavenly Book trembled slightly. The fourth page, which had been blank for millions of years, finally slowly lit up with a deep and soft scarlet light...
Qin Yu and Qian Wenwan between heaven and earth. The sea of desires that had churned in the Western Region for millions of years finally fell silent, and the Wordless Heavenly Book floated in front of Qin Yu.
On the fourth page, the drop of scarlet blood slowly merged into the page, and with a hum, the entire world suddenly trembled. In the center of the blank fourth page, an ancient and vast character slowly emerged.
The moment the word "desire" appeared, there was no raging bloodshed, nor any earth-shattering thunder. On the contrary, the entire world suddenly became incredibly quiet. It was as if this word was the starting point of all the thoughts of all living beings. Immediately afterward, a line of ancient characters slowly emerged after the word "desire".
The word "desire": A thousand thoughts arise from the dust, a single thought transforms the past and present. If one returns to the original intention, all connections ultimately originate from the same heart. As the last word fell, the entire fourth page burst forth with a soft yet vast crimson radiance.
At the same time, the seven ancient characters on the first page—"sorrow" and "fear," on the second page—"joy" and "love," on the third page—"evil" and "anger," and on the fourth page—"desire"—simultaneously left the pages and slowly rose into the sky. Boom! Seven beams of divine light of completely different colors pierced through the entire world.
Grayish-white, emerald green, warm red, scarlet, dark blue, silver, dark gold... the seven emotions and seven sources intertwined, yet there was no repulsion. Instead, they slowly condensed into an unprecedented primordial river. At this moment, the entire Layered Realm Void began to tremble violently.
Above and below the heavens, countless spaces fold and unfold continuously. A sea of stars is folded into a speck of dust, and that speck of dust slowly unfolds, evolving into countless suns, moons, and stars. The river of time rolls up layer by layer, and the dimensions of space stretch out layer by layer. Myriad worlds unfold slowly before everyone's eyes like an ancient book that is constantly being turned.
A vast and indescribable primordial aura slowly emerged from the Seven Emotions Returning to the Source. It was not the figure of any person, but a majestic will that transcended heaven and earth. It was an existence that once carried endless dimensions, the supreme vessel that folded myriad worlds and unfolded the heavens, the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor.
The Lord of Dimensions, the Weaver of Cages, the Definer of Above, Below, and the Four Directions, his will has not manifested in a physical form, yet it is as if the entire world is his body. The Milky Way is his robe, the myriad worlds are his flesh and blood, time is his breath, space is his bones, and all souls are like tiny fireflies floating within him. All worlds are nothing more than a scroll gently unfolded in his palm.
At this moment, the seven emotions and seven sources returned to their original form. That vast and extremely powerful primordial aura lasted only a few breaths before sinking back into the Wordless Heavenly Book. Yu's body also slowly transformed into smoky blue light spots and fell into the heavenly book.
Buzz—At that moment, the Wordless Heavenly Book turned its pages again on its own. After the fourth page, the fifth page slowly unfolded, followed by the sixth page. Finally, the seventh page, which no one had ever seen before, also slowly opened. Rumble—The entire Wordless Heavenly Book was completely suspended in the center of the world. All seven pages of the scroll were fully unfurled.
Within each page flows a different origin of the Great Dao, where the seven emotions intertwine and myriad paths resonate. An Ultimate white-gold pillar of light soars into the sky from the center of the seven pages, illuminating the entire Layered Realm Void, countless mountains and rivers, and all the myriad paths of heaven and earth. All the remaining laws of the Great Dao slowly lower at this moment, as if welcoming the return of their true master.
However, the dazzling divine radiance did not last long. After a few breaths, the seven pages of the Heavenly Book slowly withdrew all their brilliance. The fifth page slowly closed, the sixth page slowly closed, and the seventh page slowly closed. The entire Wordless Heavenly Book returned to its original simple and unadorned appearance, quietly falling back into Qin Yu's palm, as if the scene that had shaken the ages had never happened.
Just then, within Qin Yu's storage crystal core, the Myriad Dao Source Root gently swayed its branches and leaves, and a long sigh slowly resounded. "Alas..." "The Seven Emotions Origin that Master scattered for millions of years has finally all returned to its source." "The mission of this world has also come to an end." As the words fell, the Myriad Dao Source Root gently waved a branch. Chirp
A spatial rift slowly opened up in the void ahead, stretching across the heavens and earth. On the other side of the rift, it was no longer the Layered Realm Void, but a true passage to the outside world. Qin Yu slowly put away the Wordless Heavenly Book, turned to look at Qian Wenwan, and Qian Wenwan nodded gently. Her gaze slowly swept over the land that had returned to silence, with a trace of emotion in her eyes.
This place holds millions of years of grudges, and also the most tender part of the past of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor. Now, everything has finally come to an end. Qin Yu said softly, "Let's go." Qian Wenwan responded softly, "Okay." The two took one last look at this world, and stepped forward at the same time, slowly walking into the spatial rift, until their figures completely disappeared.
The spatial rift slowly closed, and with a rumble, the entire Layered Realm Void began to tremble violently. The sky collapsed, mountains and rivers shattered, space collapsed layer by layer, and the river of time slowly dissipated. The entire world was transformed back into the most primordial source of light, slowly drifting into the endless void until the last ray of light disappeared. This world, which had carried the Seven Emotions Origin of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor for millions of years, finally completed its mission and returned to complete silence.