The Six Faculties of Wanyan's Grand Ancestor

Qin Yu was resolute and no longer hesitated. The fact that the ancestral land had manifested such anomalies when he had nowhere else to turn was enough to prove that this was the first core secret realm he was looking for when he entered the earth.

He took a step forward, his figure moving leisurely towards the illusory temple, which was neither real nor tangible. As he got closer, the temple's form became increasingly elusive and unstable.

At times, it transforms into an ancient palace coiled like a dragon, its roof soaring high and majestic, its layered halls stretching into the distance, the entire palace resembling an ancient dragon that has lain Emanation Domain for countless ages;

Sometimes it sheds its physical form, transforming into a Boundless Realm, hazy mist, without doors or pillars, formless and shapeless; then in an instant, all forms dissolve, leaving only a wisp of the original idea that "there must be a temple here," existing alone in the void.

When Qin Yu's gaze fell upon it, it solidified and manifested; when his gaze shifted away, it instantly Return to Emanation nothingness. This form of existence was strange, mysterious, and beyond common sense. It did not rely on any physical matter for its existence, but purely on the original intention for its continuation, manifestation, birth, and death.

The closer Qin Yu got to the temple, the clearer he sensed that this object had a deep, ancient, and rooted connection with the entire Wanyan Ancestral Land. After several dozen breaths, he finally arrived before the temple.

At that very moment—BOOM! A beam of clear, primordial light shot out from the depths of the temple without warning, and Qin Yu's gaze suddenly sharpened.

This light contained no killing intent, no trace of attack, yet it was incredibly fast and beyond expectation, giving him no chance to react. In an instant, it went straight into his brow and sea of consciousness.

Qin Yu's steps suddenly stopped, and a gentle primal vibration suddenly rippled out from his calm and stable sea of consciousness. Then, four ancient and powerful characters slowly rose and quietly appeared from the depths of his sea of consciousness.

The four characters of the True Evolution Divine Hall did not exude any power or provide any explanation. They simply hung quietly in the sea of consciousness for a few breaths before slowly fading away and disappearing into the origin. Qin Yu raised his eyes and looked again at the outline of the secret realm in front of him, where reality and illusion intertwined.

The True Evolution Divine Hall —this was the true name of the temple that had been floating and disappearing for countless ages, its origins shrouded in mystery. He didn't linger outside the temple, but steadily moved forward, leisurely stepping through the hazy temple gate that lay between existence and nothingness.

The next instant, the surrounding world suddenly changed and completely transformed.

Inside the True Evolution Divine Hall, there was none of the magnificent scene that people imagined. There was no towering dome, no layered palaces, and no mountains of ancient treasures. It was even difficult to call this place a complete building.

The outline of the entire temple constantly shifts and changes between reality and illusion.

Qin Yu's gaze was fixed ahead, where a massive dragon-shaped palace structure stretched out in the distance, its beams and ridges interlocking, ancient and imposing, exuding an aura of timelessness; but when his gaze shifted to the other side, the palace structure that had just taken shape instantly crumbled into a hazy mist of light;

When the gaze returns, there is no trace of any building in the airspace, only a wisp of the original thought that "there should have been a palace here" remains, hanging there forever. When you look at it, all things exist; when you turn your gaze, all things Return to Emanation.

Since its inception, this temple has never been fixed in any particular form. The only constant and stable existence within the entire temple consists of six towering pillars.

Qin Yu stood in the hall, his gaze sweeping over the six pillars one by one, quietly observing and comprehending.

The first one is the Eye Pillar.

On the pillar, endless forms and colors of the world, and all things throughout history, flow and transform. Mountains and rivers crisscross, stars revolve, ancient beasts, celestial palaces, ancient corpses, blooming flowers and tender leaves, thunder from the heavens, vast seas of clouds, and dark abysses—everything that can be seen and perceived is born and dies, endlessly cycling on the pillar. The colors are layered and ever-flowing: red, blue, black, white, gold, gray, and countless rare primordial colors blend and evolve with each other, transforming into new forms and textures every moment.

The second one is the Ear Pillar.

This pillar has no fixed patterns or constant form, only countless sounds and phenomena of the world, perpetually flowing and iterating upon its surface. The howling wind, the earth-shaking thunder, the cries of divine weapons, the murmuring of flowing water, the weeping of all living beings, the whispers of antiquity, the chanting of sages, the collapse of all things, the creation of heaven and earth. These sounds do not fill the hall or disturb the void, but rather reflect directly on the level of consciousness, entering the ears and the heart, reaching the very source. Moreover, each sound and phenomenon is constantly subdivided and derived into more subtle layers, endlessly.

The third one is the Nose Pillar.

Strands of invisible energy swirled around the pillar, rising and falling in cycles. No single aura could be captured or preserved for long. The stench of blood would appear briefly, then transform into the fragrance of grass and trees; the fragrance of grass and trees would vanish in an instant, condensing into the cold stardust; in the next breath, the weight of ancient dust, the silence of eternal decay, the fragrance of wildflowers in a secret realm, the freshness of a wasteland after rain, and the smoke of a raging fire—all these auras overlapped and coexisted, only to dissipate and return to nothingness in an instant.

The fourth one is the Tongue Pillar.

On the surface of the column, a subtle, translucent primordial luster constantly seeps out. The five flavors of the world—sweet, bitter, sour, spicy, and salty—all arise and cease in this cycle. Countless other primordial flavors, transcending the ordinary five, ineffable, layer upon layer, endlessly evolving. Each flavor, once manifested, continues to subdivide and become increasingly refined, yet they also intermingle and evolve with one another, ultimately constructing an ever-changing, all-encompassing realm of primordial flavors.

The fifth Body Pillar.

The entire giant pillar maintained a subtle and constant primal tremor. A chilling cold, a scorching heat, excruciating pain, a tingling numbness, immense pressure, a light and airy feeling, a soft and clinging sensation, and a hard and unyielding force—all the bodily sensations and physical experiences of the world unfolded layer upon layer, one after another. Standing dozens of feet away, Qin Yu felt several distinct sensations sweep across his skin, each one fleeting and elusive, leaving no lingering aftertaste—a truly profound and mysterious experience.

The last pillar, the Mind Pillar, is where Qin Yu lingered the longest and gained the deepest insights.

This pillar has no fixed texture, no constant laws, and no unchanging rules. Within the void of the pillar, countless laws of the Great Dao are constantly arising and ceasing, endlessly changing. Cause and effect are established, and then completely overturned.

Destiny takes shape, instantly splitting into countless forms; space is constructed to perfection, only to vanish into No Definition chaos in an instant; the cycle of life and death continues endlessly, and nothingness spreads wantonly; the rules of heaven and earth are written down and shaped, only to be covered and replaced by entirely new laws.

With a single thought, all things arise; with a single thought, all things return to stillness. The six great pillars stand in the hall, each guarding its own direction and receiving its own source.

Qin Yu instantly grasped the true essence of it all: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind. The six pillars correspond to the supreme six senses of the Wanyan Grand Progenitor, bearing all phenomena of heaven and earth, all laws of the human world, and all thoughts of the origin.

What truly made him solemn and filled him with awe were these six colossal pillars that, from beginning to end, had no physical form. He slowly stepped forward, getting slightly closer. The pillars suddenly swayed gently, their forms undulating in a hazy way.

In the next instant, Qin Yu completely understood the truth: all six pillars were echoes of eternity.

The Eye Pillar is the original echo left by the Taizu Emperor, who gazed upon all the heavens and traveled through the ages, witnessing countless forms and colors.

The Ear Pillar is the echo left by the sound of the myriad sounds of heaven and earth, the ancient and modern sounds, heard by the Taizu Emperor.

The Nose Pillar is the echo of the essence left by the Great Ancestor after he had smelled the essence and origin of the world.

The Tongue Pillar is the lingering echo of flavor left by Emperor Taizu after tasting all the flavors of the world and their original tastes.

The Body Pillar is the tactile echo left by the Taizu Emperor after experiencing all kinds of physical circumstances and experiences.

The Mind Pillar) is the echo of the thoughts left behind by Emperor Taizu throughout his life of deducing all laws, establishing legal principles, and comprehending the Great Dao.

The six pillars have no real form or physical pillar. The giant pillar shape we see before us is merely the result of our own habitual visualization. In the form of "pillars," they carry the echoes of eternity and preserve the Daoist charm of the Great Ancestor.

Between the six pillars, there are no walls, no barriers, no partitions. What truly separates the inside from the outside of the temple and protects the core secret realm is a layer of primordial light that is Ultimate thin and almost invisible and intangible.

If Qin Yu hadn't focused Ultimate and observed closely, he would have had no way of noticing the faint ripples that occasionally spread between the six pillars, the Stillness Veil.

This was the last layer of primordial protection and Ultimate barrier left in the world when the Wanyan Grand Progenitor ascended to the Silent Form Realm and transcended the cycle of reincarnation. Qin Yu did not rashly reach out to touch it or forcibly test it.

The instant his gaze fell upon the Stillness Veil, a clear and penetrating thought, pointing directly to the source, flowed into his mind. Anyone who was attached to "definition," constrained by "form," or trapped by "rules" could not penetrate this curtain and enter its core.

If one clings to the question "What is this thing?", one becomes bound by that very thing; if one fixates on the forms of all things, one becomes bound by those forms; if one believes that laws and principles are constant, one becomes isolated by those rules. Qin Yu observed quietly for a moment, understood the situation, and ceased his search.

What truly captivated his mind and drew his gaze was the core area of the temple, surrounded and protected by six echoing giant pillars, where a wisp of indescribable and ineffable primordial thought floated in the center of the airspace.

Qin Yu raised his eyes and gazed at the trace of thought, which was constantly tearing itself apart and generating new ideas. One strand split into two, and the two strands split into many more, before rapidly Return to One and its origin in the blink of an eye.

It has no stable form, no fixed color, and no physical entity that can be described in words, yet Qin Yu only needs to gaze at it quietly, and its original essence will naturally emerge in his sea of consciousness.

The Name of Primal Evolution is not an ordinary title or worldly name.

It has long transcended the realm of names, and is more like an eternally existing, constantly seeking primordial intention—constantly questioning and deducing, imagining its own origin, defining its own existence, and perfecting its own Dao fruit.

Around the Name of Primal Evolution, six tiny fragments of the origin slowly circled and rotated at a constant speed. The six fragments corresponded exactly to the six giant pillars, attracting and echoing each other from afar, maintaining a subtle bond of origin.

The first piece corresponds to the eye, the second to the ear, the third to the nose, the fourth to the tongue, the fifth to the body, and the sixth to the mind.

Even more mysteriously, the six fragments themselves are constantly generating and splitting. One fragment splits into two, and the two fragments turn into more than ten fragments, with the newly generated fragments spreading and expanding across the airspace.

However, whenever the fragments proliferate and are about to dissipate, an invisible force of Return to Emanation will sweep through the depths of the temple, gathering all the newly formed fragments, resetting them to zero, and returning them to their original, primordial form.