Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

A hazy, gray sword aura of returning to the origin!
A dark golden final flame!
The two have combined their attacks once again!
This time, its power has surpassed the limit of the peak of the Chaos God, and it is a complete Yin Tian God move!

The target is the skeletal demon god wielding a bone scythe, and the core of the bone island under its protection!

The Bone Demon sensed a deadly threat.

Two opponents of the same level, his Skeleton Demon God might not be able to completely stop them.

At this critical moment——

"pity."

A cold sigh, containing the weight of an endless sea of ​​blood, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Splash splash splash splash~~~~
The sound of endless water.

"whee……"

A light, melodious laugh, seemingly containing all the joy and laughter in the world, suddenly resounded in the deepest part of everyone's soul.

This laughter doesn't just affect the ears; it directly impacts the emotions!
hum!
Yue Qianzhong, Isarael, and all the sword cultivators and knights present felt a sudden surge of joy. It was as if they were witnessing the happiest scene of their lives. The corners of their mouths turned up uncontrollably, and the flow of divine power within their bodies was momentarily disrupted by this joy. Their originally fierce and decisive combined attack was slightly delayed, and its power was reduced by 30% out of nowhere.

This is just the aftermath!

Immediately afterwards——

"Roar!!"

A furious, enraged roar, seemingly capable of incinerating the entire world, erupted with towering flames!
The endless dark demonic energy was ignited at this moment, transforming into viscous, filthy, blood-red flames of fury that surged upwards. The fury did not burn matter, but directly consumed emotions, fighting spirit, and all positive and upward-looking will.

The inexplicable "joy" that Yue Qianzhong and the others had just felt was instantly replaced by a nameless rage!

It wasn't anger directed at the enemy, but a violent rage directed at themselves, at fate, and even at all things in heaven and earth. This rage disturbed them, making them almost want to abandon everything and destroy everything in front of them. The stability of the sword formation and the holy light formation wavered once again, and the combined attack power weakened by another 30%!

"Woo..."

A mournful, sorrowful cry, as if it could make the stars fall, rose and fell.

A profound sorrow overwhelmed everyone's hearts like a tidal wave... as if a loved one had perished, a dearest friend had left, and all life's pursuits had vanished like bubbles... Endless grief surged into their hearts, melting away their fighting spirit like snow under the sun.

Some people's eyes reddened, and they burst into tears on the spot.

The once fierce attacks now seemed somewhat sluggish and weak.

"what--!"

A sharp, piercing scream of terror, born from the instinct for survival, pierced the soul.

An overwhelming terror descended. It was not a fear of specific things, but an ultimate fear of "existence" itself, of "nothingness," and of the "unknown," as if one were about to completely disappear and return to eternal annihilation in the next moment.

Even Yue Qianzhong and Isael, both at the peak of the Chaos God realm, felt their hands and feet turn cold and their souls tremble, almost wanting to turn around and flee.

The sharpness of the attack and its indomitable momentum were almost completely shattered by this terrifying sense of "fear".

Joy, anger, sorrow, and fear—four extreme emotions, like invisible yet sharpest blades, erupt simultaneously and precisely and strangely at the moment when the combined attack is at its most powerful and the caster's mind is most focused.

All within an instant!

This is not a false mental interference, but a direct erosion and alteration of emotions at the level of the Great Dao's rules!
The God of Joyful Yin uses the four branches of "joy, anger, sorrow, and fear" that he has mastered in the "Great Way of the Seven Emotions" to distort and pollute the source of the enemy's attack and will.

The true meaning of "returning to the origin" in the Returning Origin Sword Qi was tainted by the sorrow, becoming sluggish and powerless. The will of "purification" in the Endless Holy Flame was scorched by the flames of "rage," becoming violent and chaotic.

The fighting spirit and determination that the caster himself had mustered were torn apart and disintegrated by "joy" and "fear".

Just as this emotional purgatory descended and the combined attack was on the verge of collapse—

Beneath the abyss of the Sea of ​​Sinking Stars, amidst the sound of water, pink mist spread out.

From within the mist, a gigantic hand slowly emerged.

This palm was not a physical object, but rather a tapestry woven from a thick, honey-like pink mist and countless tiny, seemingly smiling, pale white phallus images. Within its palm lay not a sea of ​​blood, but countless twisted and shifting faces of men and women, displaying joy, anger, sorrow, or fear. They wailed, laughed, roared, and wept silently, intertwining to form a vortex of love and desire that could drive one to madness and willingly succumb.

This is precisely the fifth branch of the already perfected Leyin God – “love”, which leans towards distorted infatuation, obsession, possessiveness and other negative desires.

Seven Emotions White Bones Hand!
Rumble~~~~~
Their moves were shattered, and Yue Qianzhong and Isarael both groaned and staggered back several steps, their faces as pale as paper.

Activating such a move requires immense mental effort, and its bizarre and domineering counterattack has triggered a severe backlash.

What chilled them even more was that although the four emotional shocks they had just experienced were mainly directed at the attack, they also caused a momentary crack in their own Dao heart, and they still felt their hearts pounding.

"The Seven Emotions Purgatory... No wonder it is the God of Joyful Yin." Yue Qianzhong suppressed his churning blood and qi, his voice filled with obvious fear.

The pink mist slowly parted to both sides, and a figure emerged from it.

It was a man with an almost otherworldly handsome face and a smile playing on his lips. He was wearing a colorful robe embroidered with various laughing, angry, and cursing faces, and he was playing with a strange crystal in his hand that kept changing colors of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and love.

He is none other than Le Yin Shen, one of the three giants of the Wanmo Continent, who wields the Seven Emotions Dao and has comprehended five of its branches!
He glanced casually at the Thousand Peaks Sword Formation and the Knights of Light, his gaze finally settling on the sword imprint in Yue Qianzhong's hand and the pendant on Isarael's chest. His smile deepened, but his eyes remained devoid of any warmth.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love...the five pleasures of life, are you all enjoying them?" His voice was soft and pleasant, yet it possessed a bewitching and eerie charm that made people want to listen closely and even feel a sense of closeness.

"These are just gadgets from the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect, and sparkly things from the Holy Radiance Palace... they're quite interesting." He toyed with the Seven Emotions Crystal in his hand. "But, with just these inanimate objects, where is the powerful figure behind you? Aren't they here?"

Le Yinshen spread his five fingers wide, and the Seven Emotions Crystal that was dancing at his fingertips suddenly shone brightly!
Joy, anger, grief, fear, and love—five colors of dazzling, almost eerie light, like five venomous snakes ready to devour their prey, instantly pierced through space and locked onto Yue Qianzhong and Isarael respectively.

This is not a test, this is annihilation!

In Le Yinshen's eyes, these two juniors, though possessing powerful treasures, were merely slightly stronger ants due to their cultivation being only at the peak of the Chaos God realm. Since the powerful figure behind them didn't seem to intend to show himself immediately, he wouldn't mind crushing these two "insects" who dared to act so recklessly in the Shenxing Sea first, and incidentally... giving those behind the scenes a hard time!

"not good!"

Yue Qianzhong and Isarael's expressions changed drastically, and their pupils contracted sharply.

They clearly felt the terrifying power contained in the five-colored radiance—once touched, their minds would be instantly dragged into the Seven Emotions Purgatory, their Dao heart would collapse, their souls would sink, and their bodies would turn into nourishment for the Seven Emotions.

"Run!" It was almost instinctive, and the only option!

Without hesitation, the two simultaneously crushed the most precious of their life-saving trump cards.

Yue Qianzhong crushed a thin, cicada-wing-like, cyan sword-shaped jade talisman that emitted strong spatial fluctuations.

Isarael crushed a pure white crystal, no bigger than a grain of rice, that radiated a blinding holy light.

hum!hum!
Two distinctly different teleportation waves erupted instantly, attempting to drag them into the deeper space and escape.

however--

"Heh... You think you can escape from my 'web of lust'?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Yueyinshen's lips as he lightly clenched his flared fingers.

In an instant, the space around the two did not freeze, but instead became unusually "viscous" and "soft," as if they were trapped in an endless, sweetly tempting pink spider web. The rules of space itself seemed to have "fallen in love" with them and were unwilling to let them leave!
Those two teleportation fluctuations, enough to instantly send an ordinary Yin Tian God hundreds of millions of miles away, only flickered a few times in this space tainted by the Dao of "Love and Desire," before stagnating, twisting, and finally dissipating as if sinking into quagmire.

"What?!" Despair flashed in both Yue Qianzhong's and Isarael's eyes at the same time.

Even the most precious spatial escape charm has been countered?

The five-colored cursed light was already very close, and they could even "hear" the laughter, roars, cries, screams and ravings of countless wronged souls within it.

Finished!

Just as their minds were almost overwhelmed by the storm of emotions that was sweeping over them—

"Humph."

A clear, aloof snort, seemingly capable of severing all worldly ties and entanglements, suddenly exploded in the very center of the pink realm of desire.

Click!

No sword light was seen.

But the thick, soft, seemingly unsolvable "web of love and desire" surrounding Yue Qianzhong and Isarael was cleanly and decisively severed by an invisible yet extremely sharp divine sword.

The space instantly returned to "normal," even more "refreshing" than before, as if everything that did not belong to the purity of the "sword" had been forcibly stripped away.

Immediately afterwards——

scoff!

A thin, straight spatial rift, radiating a faint blue halo, quietly opened up no more than three zhang away from Yue Qianzhong.

There were no violent spatial turbulences, no astonishing energy fluctuations; the edges of the crack were as smooth as a mirror, as if they had been cut by the most exquisite craftsmanship.

An elderly Taoist priest, dressed in a simple blue robe, carrying an ancient, sheathed longsword, and with a slender face, stepped out from the crack.

The moment he appeared, he did not deliberately exude any pressure, but the entire sky above the sinking star sea, the colorful emotions, the turbid demonic energy, and even the remaining holy light and sword energy, all seemed to be forcibly "sorted out" and "corrected" by an invisible force, transforming into an ultimate "simplicity" and "purity".

It was as if all the great paths in the world had to give way to this man's sword!

It was none other than the Sword God of the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect, Qingmingzi, who was in charge of this operation!

Almost at the same moment Qingmingzi appeared—

"Om..."

A gentle, holy hymn, seemingly capable of soothing all pain and fear, resounded above Isarael's head.

The space there did not crack open, but rather rippled out in circles of soft light, like molten gold.

At the center of the ripples, light converged, and a tall figure, draped in a platinum bishop's robe inlaid with countless gems and sacred patterns, wearing a crown of thorns symbolizing "judgment" and "redemption," his face hidden behind soft holy light, holding a golden scepter entwined with olive branches and flame patterns, slowly emerged as if born from the light.

He possessed no imposing aura, only a vast, compassionate, yet undeniably majestic aura of light emanating from him. When the seven emotions of the God of Joy touched this light, it was as if it had encountered its nemesis; the eerie, vibrant colors spontaneously faded and dimmed, as if ashamed and fearful of this pure "goodness" and "order"!
It was none other than the Archbishop of the Temple of Radiance, the Bishop of Judgment, who held the authority of "Judgment" and "Salvation"!
Two giants arrived here at the same time.

The carefree smile of the God of Music froze completely the moment Qingmingzi severed the net of love and desire and Kalemir purified the ripples of the seven emotions with holy light.

His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and the seven emotions crystal he was playing with stopped changing, settling firmly on the dark color that represented "fear".

“Qingmingzi… Kalemir…” Leyins’ voice was no longer light, “Besides you, where are the others?”

Qingmingzi did not answer, but simply looked at him indifferently.

Kalemir turned slightly, his gaze, bathed in holy light, falling upon Isarael and the knights behind her. His gentle voice carried a comforting power: "Children, you've worked hard. Leave the rest to me."

As he finished speaking, the golden scepter in his hand paused slightly.

Om-!
A domain of light, formed purely from the intent of holiness, order, and judgment, unfolded silently yet steadfastly, like mercury spilling onto the ground. In an instant, it forced back and compressed Le Yin Shen's "Seven Emotions Purgatory Domain" by at least one-third. Within the domain, all emotions returned to calm, and only the devout faith in light and order shone brightly!
Clang~~~~~
Qingmingzi simply drew the ancient longsword from his back.

The sword was drawn three inches from its sheath.

Zheng——!
An invisible sword intent domain, seemingly capable of severing cause and effect, separating yin and yang, and defining order, arose out of thin air.

The Seven Emotions Purgatory, the Judgment of Light, and the Invisible Sword Intent—the three Yin Heavenly God Domains—collided, intertwined, and eroded each other in the sky above the Sea of ​​Sinking Stars!

The space was no longer fragmented, but began to present a bizarre and chaotic scene, where colors and meanings were constantly distorted.

This is the real... battle of the Yin Heaven Gods!

Yue Qianzhong and Isarael, who had just escaped death and been sent to a distant place, were utterly shocked as they looked at the three figures confronting each other like gods.

This is their real backer!

This is the ultimate power capable of determining the fate of a major force!
For the first time, Yue Yinshen's expression turned extremely ugly under the pressure of the domains of two equally powerful individuals.

The situation reversed in an instant! (End of Chapter)