The first isolated island drifted slowly from the distant void. Without rocks, stones, soil, or trees, the entire island exuded a pure, solidified "cold" Daoist aura. The moment it passed by, Qin Yu's left side was instantly covered with the ancient, cool, and ethereal Kong Ling of the Wanyan Peak, penetrating his very soul.
The second heat island followed closely behind. Before it even got close, the overwhelming heat swept over my right arm, the burning sensation seeping into my skin and bones. Island of pain, island of itchiness, island of softness, island of hardness... countless touch islands floated and drifted on the boundless Sea of Touch, each condensing a primordial touch, each guarding its own ancient Daoist charm.
The islands crisscross and collide with each other. Cold islands brush past hot islands, and where the two meet, a completely new tactile experience is created; hard islands collide with soft islands, and the blending of strength and softness gives rise to an unprecedented and mysterious tactile sensation at the boundary.
The entire Body-Facultyless Emanation Domain is eternally in this state of endless interaction and continuous evolution. In the void between the islands, wisps of transparent threads float quietly. Qin Yu raised his hand and gazed at them.
The silk threads are so fine and subtle, almost Formless, that they are barely perceptible to the naked eye. Without touching the skin, a sudden numbness arises deep within the finger bones, Touch Threads. This is not a physical object, but the original trajectory of the evolution and flow of the "Way of Touch," the trace left behind by all kinds of tactile sensations as they roam the world.
A Touch Threads spans several floating islands; if it is too cold, it carries chill; if it is too hot, it carries scorching heat. Passing through the Island of Pain, it bears the aura of wounds; passing through the Island of Itchiness, it carries the state of nothingness. With each region it passes through, a layer of tactile Daoist charm is added.
Countless Touch Threads crisscross, weaving a vast and intricate net in the distant void, enveloping the entire Sea of Touch.
Qin Yu stood still, not following any of the Touch Threads. Yet, the countless Touch Threads slowly drew closer to him.
A wisp brushes past the shoulder, unbound and unfettered, yet its essence gives rise to a sense of "tightness"; a wisp sweeps across the upper arm, brushing against it Formless, yet its texture gives rise to a sense of "roughness"; a wisp floats behind, pressing down slightly in the void, settling a sense of "heavyness" in the heart.
When he stops, the Touch Threads also stop; when he moves, the Touch Threads also extend. If he goes with them, he is drawn into all kinds of tactile experiences; if he goes against them, he is entangled by all kinds of touches. Further ahead, the surrounding air completely changes.
Qin Yu took a light breath, and five sensations—cold, hot, soft, hard, and numb—instantly intertwined within his chest cavity, coexisting and coexisting.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he glimpsed the truth of the void. Countless tiny, Nameless particles floated and drifted between heaven and earth. Touch Dust without smell, taste, sound, or trace. Once they fell into the body of existence, they instantly transformed into corresponding tactile sensations, permeating the soul and the body.
One seed falls into the bloodstream, and the blood flows with a chill; one seed adheres to the bones, and the bones harden and solidify; one seed, which has never touched the flesh and muscle, quietly brushes against the newly formed thoughts, and in an instant, a numb and empty feeling arises.
Qin Yu's brows furrowed slightly as he fully grasped the fundamental rules of this place.
The touch No-Body Faculty has long transcended the constraints of the skin. Skin touch is merely the most superficial and coarse appearance. Flesh and blood, bones, Fate Soul, thoughts, the very source of existence—all things can become touch and can be touched.
He neither drives away, avoids, rejects, nor pursues; he is cold when he is cold, hot when he is hot, in pain when he is in pain, and itchy when he is itchy. He does not insist on distinguishing between truth and falsehood, nor does he deliberately choose between advantages and disadvantages. He lets all kinds of things Touch Dust past him and evolve freely.
He silently moved forward for who knows how long. The Sea of Touch his feet rose and fell endlessly, the islands beside him floated and drifted, and Touch Threads intertwined and flowed in the sky. The Touch Dust every nook and cranny.
Qin Yu touched all phenomena, and all phenomena touched his body, until at the end of the road ahead, a wall appeared out of nowhere, separating heaven and earth. Upon Touch Wall, at first glance, this wall stretched across the end of the Sea of Touch, cutting off the road ahead and isolating the bottom of the abyss.
After a moment of focused observation, Qin Yu's gaze subtly shifted. Not only did he look ahead, but he also turned to look to the left, where Touch Wall; he turned to look to the right, where Touch Wall. Looking up at the sky, he saw the wall's shadow stretching endlessly above; looking down, he saw the deep seabed also marked by its own network of walls.
Qin Yu completely understood that the Touch Wall had no fixed location or specific form; it was the boundary itself of all things in heaven and earth.
Where the Sea of Touch touches the void, it Touch Wall; where the island touches the sea, it Touch Wall; where touch touches existence, it Touch Wall. Even the insurmountable primordial barrier between the Body-Facultyless Emanation Domain and the Silent Form Realm is part of Touch Wall.
Boundless Endless Beginningless, formed by countless touches and ancient traces of the Dao, Qin Yu slowly approached. The wall was smooth and without patterns, Formless or shape. Before his palm could even touch it, layers upon layers of ancient touches flowed into his entire body and permeated his soul through his original perception.
First came the warm glow of Wanyan; then came the chilling collapse of an era; followed by the painful fragmentation of existence being torn apart, the Return to Emanation echoes of decay, and the opportunity for rebirth.
Finally, an extremely distant and ethereal touch flashed by, the last wisp of primordial touch left in this Emanation Domain by the Great Ancestor before he ascended to the Silent Form Realm. Qin Yu's mind focused slightly, but he did not pursue that lingering trace.
Deeper within the wall lies a more ancient and primordial trace of the Great Dao— the Touch of No Touch, before the first gaze pierced the chaos, before the first sound was born into heaven and earth, before the first wisp of existence lingered in the void.
Before any discernible, divisible, and perceptible touch has even touched the ground, this wisp of "touch" already exists eternally. Throughout the ages, countless sensations have seeped from the heart of the wall, flowed across its surface, briefly solidified, and ultimately Return to Emanation nothingness. New sensations are born and circulate endlessly.
Thus, this Touch Wall is perpetually in a state of superposition between self-healing and cracking. Qin Yu walked along the wall and Beginningless stopped. In the very center of the Touch Wall, a narrow crack runs through the heavens and the earth, Endless and Boundless Realm, dividing the entire ancient wall in half.
Qin Yu gazed into the depths of the rift. There was no darkness or gloom here, only a pure and authentic emptiness, which preceded cold and heat, softness and hardness, pain and itching, all tangible tactile sensations, and even the act of "touching" itself.
He stood silently before the crack, his body suddenly trembling slightly. Something, Formless and untraceable, touched him quietly, without a specific point of contact or tangible sensation. It was neither cold nor hot, neither light nor heavy, neither hard nor soft.
Qin Yu was absolutely certain that just a moment ago, an Ultimate pure "touch" had indeed occurred, and the primordial emptiness within the rift had made its move. It did not touch Qin Yu, nor the Sea of Touch, nor anything else.
Only touch—the very essence of the Dao of "touch," for the first time in all time, hum—all the surrounding sensations of touch Return to Emanation, the entire Touch Wall becoming a thin, light layer. The second time. hum—
The ancient touchstones that had solidified on the surface of several distant islands completely melted away. For the third time, the entire boundless Sea of Touch sank a little deeper, and the Daoist aura thinned. Qin Yu's gaze grew increasingly solemn and serious.
This ancient rift is touching the Sea of Touch, the Touch Wall, the layers, the Touch Threads, and the Touch Dust by layer, touching the very foundation of the Great Dao of the entire Body-Facultyless Emanation Domain. With each touch of the origin, the tangible and formless Dao of "touch" in the world will dim and dissipate a little.
At the edge of the rift, new sensations constantly emerge from the void: coldness is swallowed up as soon as it arises; pain is annihilated as soon as it appears; and weight is Return to Emanation as soon as it solidifies.
Then, a wisp of ancient and mysterious touch, which Qin Yu could neither discern nor name, quietly appeared in the world. Before dissipating, it left behind an Ultimate subtle touch of the origin.
Silent and still, without a sound or a ripple, Qin Yu's entire being, his entire Dao foundation, and the origin of his divine soul all captured that wisp of Ultimate aftertaste.
That was before all touch returned to stillness, the "touch" of the origin, the last time to touch oneself and achieve perfect self-consistency.
Qin Yu stopped and stood still before the rift.
"Seeing Stillness Return to Evolution" is calm and still. "Hearing Stillness Return to Evolution" is silent and still. "Smelling Stillness Return to Evolution" also does not interfere in the slightest. This is the fifth root, which is the Ultimate root of the "body". Along the way, Qin Yu has already realized that the "body" here is not just a mere physical body.
The body is touch; existing in the world, it touches Wanyan; all things touch me, and I touch all things. Thoughts touch each other, the soul touches the Tao, the past touches the present, and the present touches the future.
The ability to touch and the object of touch are interdependent, and from this, all kinds of tactile experiences endlessly arise and continue indefinitely.
But now, in this Annihilation land Wanyan can naturally generate new realms of touch, where before us lies the vast Sea of Touch, the floating islands of touch, the crisscrossing Touch Threads, the boundless Touch Dust touch, and the endless Touch Wall —a myriad of phenomena of touch—where did they all come from?
With a single thought, the world changed dramatically. The entire Sea of Touch suddenly came to a standstill, not in the calm of tranquility, but in a state of absolute stillness.
The distant floating islands of touch were all frozen in mid-air, the crisscrossing Touch Threads ceased their growth and flow, and the Touch Dust suspended motionless in the void. Even the ceaseless cycle of seepage, solidification, and Return to Emanation on the surface of the Touch Wall was completely stilled in the same instant.
Qin Yu's mind suddenly turned somber, his sharpness concealed. The next instant, a loud thud resounded, without any sound waves, yet an Ultimate and heavy sensation shook Qin Yu's entire being. It was as if a boundless and immeasurable behemoth had gently touched the foundation of this world from the deepest part of the Touch Abyss.
Thump. The second heavy impact landed, and the giant membrane covering the sky and earth suddenly bulged upward. The entire Sea of Touch rose up, and a distant island of pain cracked open. An invisible force pushed the island's boundaries outward from the depths of the void. Nothing could pass through, but the cracks spread and the body of the island collapsed.
Thump. The third heavy strike shook the universe, Touch Wall. For the first time, it slowly expanded and widened to both sides. Qin Yu slowly tightened his grip on the sword, his sword intent hidden deep in his heart, focusing his mind on the confrontation.
Deep within the Touch Abyss, an Ultimate, indistinct outline, impossible to fully perceive, slowly rises from the Black Abyss depths, gradually awakening.
It has no aura, no imposing presence, and no flavor; it has not yet fully solidified and manifested in the world. Yet, with each inch it rises, the entire Body-Facultyless Emanation Domain is shaken by the Ultimate touch of origin.
Sea of Touch, he was touched; touching the island, he was touched; touching the Touch Threads, he was touched; Touch Dust, he was touched; Touch Wall, he was touched. Finally, an invisible and intangible, overwhelming force that pressed down on all the heavens quietly enveloped Qin Yu.
Nothing could get close to him, nothing could touch him, yet his flesh, bones, Fate Soul, thoughts, and the boundaries of his existence were all gently covered by the primordial touch of this invisible giant hand.
Qin Yu's gaze suddenly sharpened like a sword, piercing through illusion. The outline of the abyss abruptly halted its ascent, a moment of deathly silence enveloping the ancient Sea of Touch. The next instant—the boundless Sea of Touch slowly parted to both sides from the center, receding to make way.
The fifth Emanation Domain, the true Emanation Guardian, awakens completely in the depths of the Annihilation Touch Abyss: the Touch Emanation Beast.