Life after life, return to life, rebirth after rebirth, endless cycle, Qin Yu's gaze was calm as he slowly swept over the six fragments of origin, thoroughly clarifying the connections between them.
These six original echoes originating from the Name of Primal Evolution have the most direct and close original connection with the eternal Dao rhyme of the six roots and six pillars of the Taizu, and the Dao rhyme of the six pillars did not awaken or exert pressure at the same time.
At this moment, the Eye Pillar closest to the temple gate has the clearest Daoist aura and the most intense echo. The other five pillars are in a state of deep silence, concealing their energy and not yet awakening or exerting their power.
The myriad shapes and colors around the Eye Pillar gradually solidify and fade away, their restlessness dissipating; the Ear Pillar retain only a deep and distant echo of eternity; the Nose Pillar flows silently and quietly lies dormant; the taste on the Tongue Pillar is subdued and restrained; the Body Pillar trembles slightly and then stops, returning to stillness; the Mind Pillar's principles Annihilation, separated by eternity.
The order of the trials is now clear. The six trials here are not all at once, but rather they awaken and open one by one in sequence. Only after thoroughly understanding and successfully passing the previous trial can the next trial awaken and proceed.
There are no shortcuts, no side paths, and no way to advance in parallel; one can only delve deeper step by step and break through layer by layer.
The first hurdle is the eye, followed by the ears, nose, tongue, and body. Finally, the deepest, most difficult, and most mysterious of the six realms is the mind.
A deep and composed look appeared in Qin Yu's eyes. If he wanted to reach the core of the temple and comprehend the Name of Primal Evolution, he had to follow the order of the six senses of the Great Ancestor, breaking through one barrier after another and comprehending one layer after another.
He shifted his gaze from the six pillars as a whole, and looked down at the area below the traces of thought, where a stone tablet stood quietly. It was simple in form and unremarkable in appearance, without any ancient divine patterns engraved on it, without any primordial radiance surrounding it, and without any supreme pressure covering it; it was ordinary to the Ultimate.
The stele was completely blank, without a single word. Qin Yu slowly approached, gazing at the wordless stele for a long time, until he understood everything.
When the Wanyan Grand Progenitor ascended to the Silent Form Realm and transcended the Great Dao of Eternity, he had already seen through names and forms, stripped himself of his self, and even erased his last original name, returning it to Emptiness.
Therefore, this stele has no inscription, nor is it necessary to have one. True Evolution Divine Hall has preserved to this day has never been its physical form, its written words, or its inherited doctrines.
All that remains are six eternal echoes, six fragments of the Primal Evolution, and the Name of Primal Evolution, which is eternally self-tearing, self-reorganizing, and self-deducing.
Just as Qin Yu's gaze returned to the six giant pillars—hum—the foremost Eye Pillar suddenly trembled slightly. The other five pillars instantly fell completely silent, extinguishing all their aura, as if they had never awakened.
On the pillar of the Eye Pillar, endless shapes and colors lit up one after another, spreading out layer by layer.
Vast mountains and rivers, boundless starry seas, ancient cities, silhouettes of Gods and Devils, ruins and ancient sites, all walks of life... everything that can be captured by sight is unfolded, rising and falling.
The moment the Eye Pillar trembled, all the myriad forms and colors flowing within the True Evolution Divine Hall suddenly froze.
Qin Yu stood between the six echoing giant pillars, his gaze falling on the only awakened Eye Pillar in front of him. The endless myriad phenomena that had originally covered the pillar and were constantly rotating began to surge rapidly and converge layer by layer.
Mountains and rivers, starry seas, ancient cities, living beings, ruins, gods and Gods and Devils —all tangible things that can be seen and captured are stretched into long, fine streaks of light, soaring and converging upwards along the pillar.
The light trails spun faster and faster, eventually condensing at the top of the Eye Pillar into a vast, boundless rainbow wheel. In the center of the rainbow wheel, an ancient, gigantic eye slowly opened. It had no flesh and blood, no eyelashes or eyelids, no black and white pupils—no ordinary structure. It possessed only a pure and boundless primordial eye, overlooking eternity and illuminating all directions in silence.
With a whoosh, the moment the giant eye opened and closed, the True Evolution Divine Hall beneath Qin Yu's feet completely vanished without a trace.
The six echoing giant pillars, the Stillness Veil separating the inside from the outside, the Name of Primal Evolution suspended in the center of the hall, the six fragments of the origin, and the wordless ancient stone tablet all disappeared from sight and returned to nothingness.
There was no tearing pain from spatial teleportation, no trace of fluctuations from void teleportation. He simply blinked once, and the world he stood in had completely changed and become entirely unfamiliar.
The first root. The Eye Faculty Emanation Domain, Seeing Stillness Return to Evolution. The world has vanished. More precisely, everything in the world that is defined as "the world"—its inherent structure, legal form, and framework of heaven and earth—no longer exists. Mountains and rivers lose their form, heaven and earth lose their position, and all things lose their appearance.
All Qin Yu could perceive, touch, and experience was the purest, most primal, and transcendent primordial behavior—seeing.
He lowered his eyes and looked down. Beneath his feet was no soil, no ground, no foundation, no platform, but a boundless, desolate mirror, stretching across the heavens and extending in all directions. The mirror was smooth and flawless, without waves or patterns, without beginning, Endless, without boundaries, spreading infinitely in all directions, eventually merging quietly with a wisp of indescribable chaotic color in the distance.
The surface of the mirror is clear and transparent, but beneath it, countless shapes and colors surge and churn, endlessly surging. Red, blue, silver, black, purple, and gold take turns flowing and intertwining, while countless strange colors that have never appeared in the world and cannot be defined by worldly names float and sink within it.
Billions of rays of light, like an ancient river, are imprisoned beneath a transparent mirror layer, interweaving, merging, splitting, and recombinating. Each convergence of color streams gives rise to a new hue; each ray of light creates an unprecedented visual form, endless and ever-evolving.
Qin Yu stared at the reflection beneath his feet. The first reflection overlapped with his figure, moved in unison, and had the same expression. But in the next instant, a second reflection appeared beneath it.
The third layer, the fourth layer, the fifth layer... layer upon layer, recursively, layer upon layer, extending layer upon layer, becoming deeper and more complex, heavier and denser as they go.
Qin Yu's gaze narrowed slightly, and within the mirror sea, thousands upon thousands of his own illusory images had already appeared.
The uppermost reflection is serene and composed, its mind at peace. The second reflection has a slight upturn at the corners of its lips, carrying a faint smile. The figure deeper within has eyes filled with an ancient and melancholic sorrow. There is also a figure covered in blood, its body broken and on the verge of collapse.
Tracing back further, many figures are reduced to incomplete and blurred outlines, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Some stand in a vast and unfamiliar sea of stars, some sit quietly in an ancient palace they have never seen before, and some are surrounded by countless familiar and unfamiliar figures, their lives intertwined and entangled by fate.
Several mirror layers were completely empty.
Only one void point, which should have belonged to "Qin Yu," remained desolate and empty, devoid of anything. It represented the most mysterious possibility in the world—never born, never existed, never entered the world.
Qin Yu did not hastily look away. The reflection beneath the mirror continued to endlessly split and generate. One reflection gave rise to ten, ten to a hundred, and a hundred to ten thousand. Each reflection, in turn, generated its own lower-level illusory image, recursively and Endless.
These myriad phantoms are entirely different from the countless selves that struggled for the true self and were entangled in obsessions during the past "Return to One Restriction" practice. They are without struggle, without thought, without sound, and without attachment. They only appear because they are "seen" and exist only because they are "observed".
That's all, but it is precisely this purity that makes it all the more bizarre and mysterious. Here, truth and falsehood are not distinguished, reality and illusion are not differentiated, and importance and priority are not discerned. Whether it is a predetermined destiny or a false possibility, as long as it can be seen and perceived, it has the qualification to manifest in the world and establish itself in the Emanation Domain.
Qin Yu slowly raised his eyes. This glance caused his usually calm expression to change visibly for the first time, and the sky above his head seemed to vanish.
Throughout the entire field of vision, the entire sky, and the entire Emanation Domain, only one colossal eye hangs suspended, spanning countless ages and overshadowing all heavens. There are no flowing clouds, no stars, no celestial light, no day or night; only this one eye silently illuminates the universe.
The giant iris is pieced together from countless fragmented crystals of varying sizes, shapes, and colors. Each crystal is an independent field of vision, an independent eternity, and an independent observation, all simultaneously rotating, manifesting, and projecting completely different celestial landscapes.
Qin Yu focused his attention on one of the crystals. In the image, a primordial universe, whose rules had not yet been fully established and whose structure had not yet stabilized, was slowly being born in the chaos. There was no starlight, no continents, no living beings, and no laws; only a silent and dark primordial darkness enveloped the surrounding area.
In an instant, the first glimmer of light suddenly appeared. This was the first ray of light seen by living beings and recorded by the Great Dao at the beginning of the creation of that universe. His gaze shifted and fell on another crystal.
An ancient river of time has flowed to its Ultimate end. All the stars in the heavens have been extinguished, the Great Dao of eternity has collapsed one after another, all living beings have returned to Annihilation, and the entire universe has come to its final end.
In the apocalypse, the last remaining being with sight struggled to raise its head and gaze at the utterly silent and lifeless sky. This glance was the last shadow, the last look, and the last thought left in the world before that timeline was destroyed.
Within the third crystal, a Wanyan Ancient Clan cultivator with a blurred face and an ancient, weathered aura stood on the vast ancient land, his body on the verge of disintegration and his Dao body about to return to nothingness. In the last moment of his life, he still slowly raised his eyes, and at the end of his gaze, a vague and ancient figure was faintly suspended.
It is the final gaze of the Wanyan Grand Progenitor of All Ages, which has been permanently frozen in the iris lens and remains to this day, never to be erased, and that is not all.
Billions of crystals simultaneously project the "seeing" of all things throughout the ages and all living beings. An infant opens its eyes and sees the light of the world for the first time; the strong fall and look down upon the world for the last time; the universe is born and shows its first vibrant colors; the heavens Annihilation and the last shadow slowly dissipates.
Furthermore, there were many strange visions that transcended Qin Yu's understanding, with no traceable origin or categorization. They had no distinction of distance, light or darkness, Wheel-less; they were simply "differences in existence," constructing a unique observational landscape belonging to beings from other realms within their primordial consciousness.
Qin Yu followed the iris pattern and slowly looked at the pupil at its core, Ultimate pure black and Emptiness.
Without crystals, without form or color, without images, without change. That darkness was deep and boundless, its depth and dimensions undefinable, its boundaries indistinguishable. It was unclear whether it floated on the surface of the giant eye or led to a supreme secret realm beyond this Emanation Domain. Just a moment's gaze caused Qin Yu's Fate Soul to tremble and throb slightly.