Chapter 1556: Why Be Heartless

Chapter 1556: Chapter 1468: Why Be Heartless

Wang Yan felt the immense power surging within his body, already pushed to the brink of collapse, and instantly understood that he had stepped into a place between life and death.

Yet the power in his body was not caused by any external force, but was actually the swelling of his own seven emotions. So although Wang Yan’s Divine Power was immense, he was completely unable to dispel these seven emotions that arose from within himself.

Thus, Wang Yan hurriedly sat cross-legged in midair, trying his best to calm his heart, forcing down the seven emotions surging inside.

Sure enough, as Wang Yan strove to control his emotions, his constantly swelling body finally began to slowly settle, somewhat returning to its normal shape.

King Yama just watched coldly as Wang Yan recovered, not taking the chance to strike at all. Only when Wang Yan had returned to normal did he say coldly, “As expected, clever—you actually understand how to control your seven emotions.”

Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes, doing his utmost to strip any emotion from his tone. In the same icy voice he said, “It’s nothing impressive. It’s just using my own willpower for control, no different at all from that earlier attack of the Path of Hatred.”

King Yama shook his head and said, “What a pity, you’re wrong. My Path of Emotionlessness is far stronger than Daozhen’s Path of Hatred.”

Wang Yan said, “Can’t you see? I’ve already brought my seven emotions under control. I simply feel neither joy nor anger now—what’s so impressive about that?”

With that, Wang Yan slowly stood up, staring coldly at King Yama.

King Yama casually pointed to the side and said, “Really? You may be able to control yourself, but what about your friends and your wife? Can they control themselves too?”

Following King Yama’s pointing finger, Wang Yan turned his head to look.

He saw Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, and the others who had just taken a palm from King Yama, already writhing in pain. Their bodies were also, just like Wang Yan’s earlier, slowly swelling larger.

“Xue’er, Feiting…”

Wang Yan couldn’t help crying out in alarm.

But the moment the words left his mouth, seven brutal beams of light suddenly flared up again inside him, and his body began swelling once more.

Wang Yan let out a muffled groan, hurriedly sitting cross-legged on the ground again, straining to quiet his heart.

Only now, Beiming Xue’s and Ouyang Feiting’s agonized cries were constantly ringing in his ears, so he was fundamentally unable to fully calm his emotions.

Since his heart could not be calm, the desires of his seven emotions kept swelling, making his body swell ceaselessly, the pain growing sharper and sharper.

Watching all of this before him, King Yama clasped his hands behind his back and said mildly, “Wang Yan, well? You’re worried, aren’t you? Afraid? A little angry? But I can teach you a way.”

While desperately keeping his emotions in check, Wang Yan asked in a low voice, “What way?”

“Back when I fought your father, he once told me that if you want to be truly without emotion and desire, only the dead can achieve it. Hahaha, and now I’ve done it—I am dead, therefore I can be completely without emotion. Wang Yan, today I’ll gift you that method: as long as you die, you too can be without emotion.”

Hearing King Yama’s words, Meng Po hastily shouted, “Wang Yan, don’t fall for it! You definitely have a way to overcome the Path of Emotionlessness!”

King Yama said coolly, “Other than the dead, not a single living person can survive beneath my Path of Emotionlessness.”

Hearing this, a glint of struggle and death flickered in Wang Yan’s eyes.

Though Wang Yan knew that King Yama’s words were nothing but a temptation to make him seek death, he truly had no other way.

The power of this Path of Emotionlessness was simply too bizarre. No matter how strong his cultivation, he had no angle from which to deal with this kind of power.

Could it be that only if he killed himself would he be able to break the Path of Emotionlessness?

And even if he died, so what? He’d be no different from Hu Wei—so long as they were brothers, life or death made no difference.

Even dead, I am still Wang Yan.

If I don’t die, how can I break King Yama’s hold, and then Beiming Xue and the others will die first beneath this Path of Emotionlessness.

Yes—no destruction, no creation!

Thinking this, Wang Yan slowly raised his palm, suspending it above the crown of his head.

Seeing this, Meng Po screamed, “No, Wang Yan, don’t be foolish!”

Though Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting and the rest were in agony, they also saw Wang Yan’s act of suicide. At once, though they wanted to struggle to their feet and rush to him, the pain wracking their bodies only let them lift their hands slightly, reaching toward Wang Yan as a gesture of stopping him.

Seeing Beiming Xue and the others suffering more and more, Wang Yan felt as though his heart were being torn apart.

Yet the greater the turbulence in his heart, the more violently his body swelled, until Wang Yan’s body was like an inflated balloon, already puffed up into a round sphere.

From the swelling, his skin had almost turned transparent, so that one could see seven beams of light rampaging inside him, wildly churning his internal organs.

Blood was already trickling from the corner of Wang Yan’s mouth, his face twisted with pain, but his eyes grew only more resolute.

“If it’s death either way, then let there be destruction before creation—suicide to break the Path of Emotionlessness.”

Wang Yan roared, and the raised palm came crashing down toward the top of his head.

But at this point, everyone was barely able to protect themselves, and no one had any way to stop Wang Yan.

Just then, suddenly a loud shout rang out: “Big Brother, don’t be fooled! Even if you die, you’ll still be struck by the attacks of emotionlessness!”

Hearing this voice, Wang Yan’s descending palm abruptly halted, and he twisted his head to look toward the speaker.

Because Wang Yan had already recognized the voice—it was Hu Wei speaking.

At that moment, seeing Hu Wei, he was exactly the same as Beiming Xue and the others, his whole body swollen, his expression filled with pain.

Seeing Hu Wei’s condition, Wang Yan was jolted awake in an instant.

Hu Wei was already dead, yet he still had joy and anger in his heart.

Not just Hu Wei—on his journey through the Nether Realm, every person he had met, like Lady Qi, the City Lord of Illusion and the others, which of them did not harbor hatred and fury?

If he killed himself, he should likewise be unable to escape the attacks of the Path of Emotionlessness; instead he would become a ghost, falling under King Yama’s jurisdiction.

Understanding this, Wang Yan suddenly snapped fully awake, and the palm already pressed against his crown was withdrawn.

Yet although he’d figured it out, he still had not escaped the attack of emotionlessness; Wang Yan’s swollen body was growing more and more grotesque, clearly on the brink of collapse.

King Yama said coldly, “Whether by suicide or by collapse, Wang Yan, since you cannot become emotionless, in the end you cannot escape death.”

With King Yama’s words, the seven-colored radiance in Wang Yan’s body had already flooded his entire frame; one more step and it would burst out through his skin.

But just then, a flash of light suddenly shot through Wang Yan’s eyes, and a single thought streaked through his mind like lightning: Why must one be without emotion?