Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

Le Yinshen's face was grim, but the eerie light in his eyes grew even more intense.

"Very well... It seems you are determined to take my Ten Thousand Demon Continent. The rest of you are still holding your breath." He chuckled, and the Seven Emotions Crystal in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling, multicolored light. The entire Seven Emotions Purgatory Domain was like a sea of ​​oil that had been ignited, boiling over with a roar!
The tide of joy transformed into countless petals of delight, seemingly beautiful, each one enough to make the Chaos God lose his composure and indulge in false bliss.

The storm of fury whipped up filthy, blood-red lightning, tearing through space and crashing into the domain of the Judgment of Light, unleashing a continuous, deafening roar of law annihilation.

The mournful raindrops fell softly, dimming the holy light and causing the sword energy to stagnate wherever they landed, as if even the space itself was tinged with a sorrowful gray.

The chilling current of fear spread silently, intending to freeze the warm, spring-like divine realm of Kalemir, and also subtly locking onto Qingmingzi's formless and intangible sword intent domain.

The most central "vortex of love and desire" is like a constantly spinning, all-consuming pink abyss, firmly protecting the God of Love and Desire, while frantically pulling and twisting the edges of the two domains, trying to drag "holiness" and "purity" into that sweet and decadent depravity!

"A mere trifle," Qingmingzi said indifferently. His devotion to the sword, his passion for the sword, his extreme passion for the sword, led him to subtract from, rather than add to, his own path. In his eyes, Leyinshen's methods were nothing but flashy frivolous deviations onto the evil path! Truly a demon!
He didn't even fully draw his sword.

He simply extended his left index finger, pointing it like a sword, and gently touched the raging Seven Emotions Domain in front of him.

Zheng——!
A pure, indescribable sword light, seemingly stripped of all impurities and leaving only the concept of "slashing," burst forth from his fingertips!
This sword light had no color, no sound, and not even any energy fluctuations.

It simply existed there, and then it was cut down.

But wherever it went, everything was destroyed!
The petals of joy shattered silently, turning into nothingness.

The crimson lightning was smoothly sliced ​​through, its energy structure instantly collapsing and vanishing without a trace.

The sorrowful gray rain evaporated into thin air, leaving not even a trace of moisture.

The spreading cold wave was cut off, and the attempt to freeze came to an abrupt halt.

Even the pink vortex of love and desire suddenly stopped spinning, and countless fine, straight cracks appeared on its surface, as if it was about to completely collapse at any moment.

This gesture seemed to forcibly establish simple rules for this chaotic realm!

Le Yinshen's expression changed slightly. The Seven Emotions Crystal in his hand spun rapidly, and the five kinds of light were frantically injected into the Vortex of Love and Desire, barely managing to stabilize the core of the domain that was on the verge of collapse.

For the first time, his gaze towards Qing Mingzi carried a clear sense of apprehension.

On the other side, Bishop Calemiel's voice remained gentle, yet carried the majesty of judgment: "Darkness breeds sin, and emotions disrupt order. Let light cleanse the filth."

He held his golden scepter high.

In an instant, the Light Judgment Domain behind him shone brightly, and endless holy light condensed into billions of holy swords burning with golden flames, forming an enormous holy sword array containing supreme purification and judgment will, stretching for billions of miles!
It shocked the world.

A portion of the holy sword transformed into purifying rain.

A portion of the holy swords formed a protective barrier.

At the very center, the holy sword converged into a sword of judgment that pierced through heaven and earth. Its tip locked onto the body of the God of Music and Yin, and with the absolute will to judge sins and end chaos, it pierced down with a thunderous roar!
Wherever the lightsaber passed, the space was purified into a pure, bright vacuum where evil could not exist.

With a furious snort, the pink mist beneath his feet exploded, making his form ethereal and unpredictable, as if he simultaneously existed within the five dimensions of emotion: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and love, making it difficult to pinpoint his true form. At the same time, the Seven Emotions White Bone Hand condensed once more, its five fingers spread wide, each wrapped with an extreme emotional power, and fiercely grabbed at the Judgment Light Sword.

The joyful finger coils, attempting to make the lightsaber "forget its homeland," losing its desire to attack. The angry finger burns, intending to ignite the sacred will within the lightsaber, causing it to go berserk and out of control. The sorrowful finger soaks, trying to slow the lightsaber down, causing its power to dissipate internally. The fearful finger freezes, attempting to freeze the lightsaber's courage and determination to thrust forward. And the most central hand, the hand of love and desire, carries endless obsession and possessiveness, wanting to drag it into depravity, completely corrupting and assimilating it.

However, the Judgment Lightsaber is a manifestation of the Kalemir Road, representing "light" and "order," and cannot be easily distorted by emotions.

Boom! ! !

The lightsaber clashed with the bone hand!
The four emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and fear swirling around the bone hand melted and evaporated rapidly, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. Only the most core emotions of love, desire, and obsession fiercely clashed with the purifying and judgmental power of the lightsaber, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound as they eroded and consumed each other.

The God of Musical Arts trembled violently, and the pink mist beneath his feet churned, clearly indicating that he was under immense pressure.

But the eerie light in his eyes intensified, and a strange grin spread across his face: "Haha... two against one, impressive indeed. However, that alone... isn't enough."

He pressed the Seven Emotions Crystal in his hand against his chest!
"The seven emotions—possessed by the body!"

hum! ! !
The countless laughing, cursing, and scathing faces adorning his robes seemed to come alive instantly, emitting extreme sounds of laughter and tears. His body began to undergo terrifying changes—

The left half of his face was filled with indescribable ecstasy, while the right half was twisted and contorted with rage.

Black tears of sorrow streamed from his left eye, while his right pupil shrank to the size of a pinhead due to boundless fear.

His torso was shrouded in a thick, almost impenetrable, pink mist with an eerie allure!

At this moment, he seemed to have become the embodiment of the Seven Emotions. With every gesture, the five great principles of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and love were no longer merely radiating from his domain, but were completely integrated into his physical body, soul, and every attack.

"Take this move—Seven Emotions: Chaotic Dance of the Gods!"

The figure of Le Yinshen suddenly blurred, transforming into countless afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, each carrying different emotional colors. They rushed towards Qing Mingzi and Kalermir at a speed beyond perception.

Each afterimage is a manifestation of an extreme emotion.

The sight of a happy man can distract people and cause them to collapse without a fight.

The shadow of rage consumes reason and stirs up inner demons.

The Shadow of Sorrow slows down movement and weakens defense.

Fear freezes courage and shatters fighting spirit.

The most deadly love shadow, however, attempts to invade the Dao heart from the most cunning angle, planting the seeds of infatuation and ruin!

This was not a clone technique, but an attack launched by him using the Seven Emotions Dao to temporarily "divide" himself into different emotional dimensions. It was extremely strange and impossible to defend against.

Qingmingzi frowned and finally drew his sword.

The long sword is unsheathed!

Clang clang~~~~~
A lofty sword intent, severing all ties of eternity and severing all worldly ties, soared into the sky!

He did not swing his sword, but simply held it upright in front of him.

In an instant, an invisible barrier seemed to form around him.

A myriad of emotions, a thousand temptations, endless turmoil… all vanish the moment they touch this barrier, like dew, like lightning, like a dream, like a bubble, automatically separating and dissipating. It is as if all the entanglements and ties of this world cannot approach this sword, nor the one who wields it.

"My ties to the mortal world are severed, so why should I disturb the gods?" Qingmingzi's voice was calm and undisturbed, as if he had seen through everything.

Kalemir uttered an ancient sacred incantation, and the gem at the top of his scepter shone brightly, with pure white holy halos radiating outwards from him.

Wherever the halo passes, all the noisy emotions fade away as if bleached, leaving only the most primal, calm, and orderly light.

"Under the light, there is only peace."

Two powerful individuals, no less formidable than the God of Music, calmly countered the God of Music's bizarre and domineering attack of being possessed by the Seven Emotions, each in their own way.

Although they appeared to be evenly matched, Le Yinshen was fighting two opponents at once, which clearly took a toll on his energy. A subtle hint of impatience had crept into the unpredictable expression on his face.

He's on the offensive now, but the situation is steadily slipping in his favor.

……

Just as these three top experts were engaged in an earth-shattering close-quarters battle above the Sea of ​​Sinking Stars, fighting so fiercely that the sky darkened and space repeatedly shattered—

It is about 1.3 million light-years away from the battlefield of the sunken star sea.

An ordinary life-bearing planet, an inconspicuous border town in an ordinary country.

A window seat on the second floor of a simple tavern with its wine flags waving.

A young man dressed in a faded gray cloth gown, dressed like a scholar, with an ordinary face and a gentle temperament, was pouring himself a drink.

In front of him was a plate of salted peanuts and a pot of cheap, cloudy wine, the rim of which was even slightly chipped.

Outside the window is a bustling street market, with vendors and hawkers calling out their wares, full of the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

The scholar seemed to be listening with great interest, occasionally nodding slightly along with the colloquialisms, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He blended seamlessly into his surroundings, and anyone who saw him would think he was an ordinary scholar who had failed the imperial examinations and was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

However, deep within his seemingly gentle eyes, there occasionally flickered a profound light that seemed to pierce through all worlds and illuminate the very origin, which was completely out of place with his current appearance.

His gaze did not seem to be focused on the food and wine in front of him or the street outside the window, but rather penetrated endless space and layers of dimensions, looking far away towards the direction of Chen Xinghai.

The raging energy turbulence above the Sea of ​​Sinking Stars, powerful enough to annihilate a Chaos God in an instant; the constantly colliding and annihilating rules of the three domains; the ripples of the Great Dao caused by every move of the three Yin Heaven God-level powerhouses…

Everything was like a crystal-clear painting, reflected deep within his seemingly ordinary eyes.

"Hmm... This swordsman's sword intent is not bad. He's not far from the third level of 'cutting nothing.'" The scholar picked up a peanut and slowly peeled the shell, as if he were commenting on a play that had nothing to do with him.

"As for the other two, they're hopeless, they have no future."

He gently tossed a peanut into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and his gaze became even more profound, as if he were calculating something.

"The ripples of chaos... did indeed originate from the Continent of Ten Thousand Demons. Although extremely faint and concealed by layers of demonic energy and the power of the realm... it could not escape my Eye of Truth."

The scholar picked up the cup of cheap, turbid wine, took a small sip, and didn't even frown. "It's a pity that my avatar's strength is limited. Any native at the Great Perfection Realm can stop me."

This primordial world has not yet been unified. Even though there is a so-called 'Yang Heavenly God' powerhouse who can enter and leave the cage, that 'fellow Daoist' must be in some kind of trouble and has been confined to the center of the primordial world... to the point that this primordial world has never even had a unified concept of realms.

There are seven or eight different names for him: the God of the Underworld, the God of the Sword, the Bishop, the God of Creation, and so on!

The scholar came from a source world outside the confines of the mortal realm, which, measured by the distance of the primordial space, wasn't far. He was already a prominent figure at the very top of his own source world, pursuing even greater heights.

Ordinary source worlds are not enough for a powerhouse like him to stay. Only those containing unique opportunities, such as those of enlightened beings, or clues left by certain terrifying primordial beings, are worth pursuing!

His so-called "Great Completion Powerhouse" is actually a second-level God King from the Origin Continent. He has already gone quite far on a great path, and with the support of this Origin World, he is strong enough to stop his avatar.

therefore.

The scholar put down his wine cup, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the rough wooden table.

"I've found the well... but how do I take it from these natives? Where are the other two guys now?"

"The waters of the Demon Continent are deeper than I expected."

The scholar's gaze returned to the direction of Shenxinghai. This time, his eyes seemed to pierce through the fierce battlefield, and even through the thick layer of demonic energy and seawater of Shenxinghai...

"Interesting." The scholar smiled slightly, picked up the wine pot, and poured himself another cup. "This play has only just begun. Let's see how muddy these 'chess pieces' can stir up this pool."

"Who knows, we might even catch a few... bigger fish hiding deeper in the water."

He raised his glass, offered a toast in the direction of Shen Xinghai, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The mundane wine, falling into his mouth, seemed to reveal the vicissitudes and secrets of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

……

Le Yin Shen was fighting two opponents at once, and the more he fought, the more alarmed he became.

Qingmingzi's sword intent was so pure it was outrageous. Every time he lightly touched the ground with his sword, it was as if he was forcibly drawing a "dividing line" for this chaotic world, severing all the "entanglements" that he considered superfluous and complicated.

Kalemir, on the other hand, moved with the ease of a mobile divine kingdom. His divine aura, seemingly gentle, was in fact incredibly domineering. Wherever he passed, the colorful and seductive emotional laws within the realm of the seven emotions were quickly "bleached" and "purified," restored to their most primitive and harmless state of tranquility, as if they had encountered their natural nemesis.

Le Yinshen felt as if he were fighting against the rules of two worlds at the same time—one was the minimalism of "decluttering" and the other was the order of "cleaning up".

His ever-changing and unpredictable Seven Emotions Dao, under the suppression of these two completely different yet equally powerful Daos, felt a sense of frustration, as if he had nowhere to exert his strength and was gradually being "dismantled" and "cleaned up".

"This can't go on any longer!" A strange light flashed in Le Yinshen's eyes as he hardened his heart.

He suddenly took a step back, forming a complex and strange hand seal in front of his chest, chanting incantations, and the five extreme emotional radiances around him surged wildly into the Seven Emotions Crystal in his chest.

"The seven emotions originate from the same source; all things return to stillness!" (End of this chapter)