He shook his head again.
On the third shake, it felt as if countless years had passed. He saw a woman with white hair and a decaying face. That was Mo Xilan. She was facing away from him, displaying a bright smile. In her pupils, he could see his own reflection, also aged.
The strands of white hair fluttering in the wind seed to convey a thousand years of longing.
Wang Mu was stunned. A naless emotion choked his heart.
His Sea of Consciousness cleared. Wang Mu’s pupils contracted and focused, and he grew a bit more silent.
He continued to cultivate for several days. His Taixiao Sword Mysterious Skill reached the Fifth Layer, and the Seven Emotions Divine Skill reached the Fourth Layer. His Divine Sense surged, and the shadow of the Sword Heart in his Sea of Consciousness had already halfway ford.
Wang Mu started to feel so of the tornt within.
He continued to move forward on the island.
Accounting for the ti spent on cultivation, it had already been over half a month.
The fifth Spiritual dicine he encountered was called Nine Curves Grass.
As the saying goes, "Nine bends and gut-wrenching, worries run deep."
Nine gray roots and leaves circled back and forth, forming a very strange-looking blossom.
"Human cultivator, your emotions have almost accumulated to their fullest..." the Nine Curves Grass droned. "If you continue this way, your emotions will begin to diminish. Can you bear such tornt?"
"If you’ve made up your mind, then touch my head with one hand and my tail with the other."
Wang Mu pondered for a few seconds, then walked over and touched the head and tail of the Nine Curves Grass.
A surging energy rapidly flowed from the Nine Curves Grass.
At the sa ti, Wang Mu’s spirit was shaken again!
In that instant, countless scenes flashed through his Sea of Consciousness.
He saw Yan Qingwu falling from the thunderclouds, failing her Tribulation again...
He saw Mu Hongyuan enduring the agony of Yin Yang fire burning her body, transforming into a Heavenly Demon and causing calamity...
He saw Nanrong Biyou suffering the tornt of a curse, trapped, with chains piercing her body...
He saw Mo Xilan lying on her bed, withered and frail, as if on her deathbed...
...
He could only watch, unable to act. Even though he couldn’t tell if it was real, his heart filled with extre sorrow, his emotions tumultuous and unsteady...
When he regained his senses, his emotions were indescribable...
Wang Mu opened his eyes and continued to cultivate for over ten days. His Taixiao Sword Mysterious Skill neared the Fifth Layer Peak, and his Seven Emotions Divine Skill reached the Fifth Layer. The Sword Heart shadow in his Sea of Consciousness gradually took form...
"Only the last two left," Wang Mu said to the Nine Curves Grass.
"The eldest brother and the second brother confront each other; these two are to be experienced together," said the Nine Curves Grass. "Human cultivator, the tornt of joy and anger will reach its peak for you. After experiencing it, you may lose these emotions entirely..."
"Without the tornt of emotions—have you really thought this through?"
Wang Mu did not answer. He calmly stood up and continued walking forward.
The Seven Emotions Divine Skill from the Immortal World seed slightly different from the one in the gas.
But all paths lead to the sa goal. This had to be an improved version of the Seven Emotions Divine Skill, and it was indeed quite unique.
But having co this far, there was no turning back, whether he had thought it through or not.
Wang Mu understood Mo Xilan’s intentions.
This place is indeed torture.
He arrived at the last two special locations leading up to the island’s peak.
Calculating the ti, it was now the end of January in the third year.
If ti on this island passes the sa as outside... almost a month has passed.
Wang Mu felt his Sword Heart was about to fully condense.
The last two Spiritual dicines grew together, like two brothers.
The Joyful Face Chrysanthemum and the Chongguan Herb.
One was orange-yellow, the other crimson-red; seemingly similar, yet vastly different.
"Hehe, Second Brother, he’s here."
"I know. Look at his expression—he’s emotionless. His heart must be undergoing great tornt," said the other.
Wang Mu said nothing.
These Spiritual dicines, representing the Seven Emotions and true to their nature as Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, possessed high spiritual wisdom. These last two, in particular, even had rudintary human forms.
"Hehe, human cultivator, since you’ve co this far, we brothers won’t try to dissuade you anymore," the Joyful Face Chrysanthemum said, seemingly smiling. "Take one petal from each of us. Consu them together, and you will experience the final emotions of joy and anger..."
"We hope you won’t regret it."
Hearing this, Wang Mu walked over, plucked one petal from each, and swallowed them.
In an instant, Wang Mu gasped. He felt two distinct emotions inexplicably rise from the depths of his heart and rush to his crown, throwing his Divine Sense into chaos.
In that chaos, the scenes he had experienced earlier reappeared one by one, blending together.
At tis, he felt as though he had reached the summit, all inner worries resolved, joy blooming in his heart, carefree and unrestrained. At other tis, he saw figures departing from him—so leaving this world, others perishing in tribulations. He watched powerlessly as rage welled up from within, incensed by his own helplessness.
Along with these, many scenes from the ga and experiences from his past and present lives surfaced in his mind. For a mont, he couldn’t distinguish which life he was in.
Light and shadow flickered across him, causing Wang Mu’s skin to shift between orange-yellow and crimson-red, changing unpredictably.
A unique, profound aura began to gently emanate from his body...
Suddenly, Wang Mu opened his eyes. They now held a faint, grayish-white hue. Everything receded like a tide. At the mont his aura surged, the Sword Heart in his Sea of Consciousness also fully manifested.
The soaring Sword Intent, born from the Sword Heart, was almost tangible as it burst forth from him, exuding imnse power.
Taixiao Sword Mysterious Skill at the Sixth Layer; Mid-stage Foundation Establishnt; Sword Heart ford.
"If emotions are lost, of what use is great power?"
The two Spiritual dicines spoke leisurely, then parted to reveal a path to the island’s peak.
Wang Mu, his expression devoid of any fluctuation, walked along this path straight up to the island peak.
For so reason, he felt his Sword Heart was now nearly complete, yet he experienced no joy.
Even his feelings for the heroines he knew had faded considerably...
But it seed they hadn’t completely vanished...
Wang Mu knew he had successfully cultivated the Seven Emotions Divine Skill.
From feeding him the Elixir to his arrival here, Mo Xilan had calculated everything.
Wang Mu was not sure why she had done this.
Reaching the island’s peak, Wang Mu finally saw the source of the glow.
It was a bead.
"Emperor Spirit Pearl," Wang Mu murmured.
Yes, this bead. It’s right here.
Just as I saw in the Illusion Realm, Mo Xilan did indeed take it.
She didn’t give it to Nanrong Biyou.
And just as I surmised, the reason Nanrong Biyou couldn’t find the Emperor Spirit Pearl wasn’t due to anything else; it was because the bead was in the possession of another heroine, and Nanrong Biyou couldn’t obtain it.
The Emperor Spirit Pearl seed within reach.
Yet Wang Mu stopped.
Because several Ghost Shadows slowly materialized in front of the Emperor Spirit Pearl.
"Brother Dongfang, you’ve arrived," one of the Ghost Shadows said with a gentle smile. "Is this place to your liking?"
Wang Mu remained silent.
"Back then, you taught the Seven Emotions Divine Skill..." the pale blue Ghost Shadow said softly. "This ti, I pass this Divine Skill on to you. This is Seven Emotions Island, an extra-planar realm I spent great effort creating."
"To cultivate the Seven Emotions Divine Skill, one must first achieve severing feelings. You cultivated Yan Qingwu’s Taixiao Sword Mysterious Skill and, with the help of the Seven Emotions Divine Skill, sought to condense a Seven Emotions Sword Heart. What a formidable idea... integrating my improved thod with Yan Qingwu’s..."
"What are you thinking?"
Wang Mu remained silent.
The Ghost Shadow pursed her lips. "It’s a pity you’re just one step away—severing a true emotion. Only then can your Seven Emotions Sword Heart be truly ford."
"Here are the emotional constructs that materialized from your encounters with the won in your heart."
"Choose one and sever it."
"Once you do, your Sword Heart will be complete, and you’ll also obtain the Emperor Spirit Pearl."
"Just rember, once severed, that emotion will truly be gone. You must think this through carefully... You understand the Seven Emotions Divine Skill, after all."
Wang Mu remained silent.
"Who do you plan to sever?"
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