Chapter 1557: Path of the Seven Emotions

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1469: Path of the Seven Emotions

Watching Wang Yan’s body swell like a balloon, Wu Ancestor Li and the others felt their hearts sink, showing expressions of sadness on their faces.

Although they were far away from King Yama, and King Yama had not exerted his Power of Dao Realm on them, at this moment, as they felt sadness, their bodies also began to swell, like Wang Yan, gradually turning into a spherical shape.

Yet, none of Wu Ancestor Li’s group showed any fear; instead, their hearts seemed like dead ashes, as everyone believed that in the next moment, Wang Yan would self-destruct and die.

And after Wang Yan’s death, they would follow closely behind, self-destructing as well, which counted as following Wang Yan in death.

But at that moment, Wang Yan’s already maximally inflated body paused, stopped it just at the brink of self-destruction.

Seeing this, King Yama raised an eyebrow, showing a slight look of surprise on his face.

However, King Yama’s expression soon returned to its usual coldness, because no one could survive under his Path of Emotionlessness, not even the dead.

Therefore, although Wang Yan had stopped inflating, it was nothing more than a flicker of life before death, and he was likely to explode at any moment.

Yet, after waiting for a long time, Wang Yan still did not explode, nor did his body continue to swell.

A trace of surprise flashed in King Yama’s heart, and he immediately said to Wang Yan, “Wang Yan, since you cannot avoid emotionlessness, why do you persist? Rather than enduring such pain, wouldn’t it be easier to just die?”

King Yama’s intention was to use this statement to shatter Wang Yan’s final resolve.

Unexpectedly, the immense, ball-like Wang Yan responded with a calm voice, “Why should I avoid emotionlessness?”

King Yama coldly replied, “If you can’t achieve emotionlessness, you certainly cannot escape my Path of Emotionlessness.”

Wang Yan continued to speak indifferently, “Is there only emotionlessness to break your Path of Emotionlessness?”

“Of course,” King Yama answered decisively.

“I am a human, and being human naturally comes with the seven emotions and six desires. Deliberately avoiding emotionlessness—am I still human then?”

“Hmph, whether to live as a person or die is your choice to make.”

“I choose to live as a person, and live I shall,” Wang Yan answered.

“Foolish delusion!” King Yama’s heart was already somewhat vexed, and he did not understand why Wang Yan’s tone was becoming increasingly confident.

At that moment, Wang Yan’s balloon-like body began to float slowly. Although Wang Yan’s body looked like a large ball with a small ball on top, he revealed a small smile and said to King Yama, “King Yama, I am not being delusional. The seven emotions and six desires are normal human feelings; since everyone has them, why suppress them? I laugh when happy, get angry when upset, worry when anxious, and grieve when sad. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are innate instincts. Rather than suppress them, I seek to take them to the extreme. King Yama, do you understand what reaching the extreme means? It means—Dao.”

As soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, the chaotic, scattered seven-colored lights within him began to calm, converging into one and flying together in harmony inside Wang Yan’s body.

The seven-colored lights, flying in such harmony, were like a rainbow. Not only did Wang Yan’s body shrink back to normal, but the aura within Wang Yan also rose gradually with the flying of the seven rainbows.

King Yama’s typically calm face immediately showed an expression of surprise, his brows furrowed, and his voice trembled slightly, “This… how is this happening?”

Wang Yan glanced at King Yama and laughed, “King Yama, I have you to thank for all of this. You allowed me to comprehend the Path of the Seven Emotions.”

“The Path of the Seven Emotions?”

“Indeed, like a river breaking through its banks and flooding vast lands, this is my Path of Joy—”

With those words, a red light shot up within Wang Yan, soaring into the heavens. In an instant, Wang Yan’s entire aura doubled.

Seeing this, Meng Po was taken aback, then overjoyed because she saw that Wang Yan had comprehended another Path.

Now, Wang Yan, having comprehended the Path of War, also realized the Path of Joy.

However, Meng Po was puzzled; earlier Wang Yan spoke of comprehending the Path of the Seven Emotions, why did it become the Path of Joy?

Thinking of the Path of Joy, Meng Po remembered hearing about someone entering the Path through joy, who later became a Joyful Bodhisattva of the Buddhist Sect.

But now, Wang Yan also entered the Path through joy, could he be like the Joyful Bodhisattva?

Nevertheless, Meng Po quickly dismissed the thought; regardless of what Path Wang Yan comprehended, he was now equal in cultivation to King Yama’s.

Back then, Meng Po was defeated by King Yama because Meng Po only comprehended the Path of Life and Death, while King Yama had two paths, comprehending both the Path of Hatred and Path of Emotionlessness.

Thus, Meng Po’s defeat was more accurately her one Path losing to King Yama’s two paths.

Now that Wang Yan carried two paths, he certainly could match King Yama’s cultivation level.

But then, they heard Wang Yan say again, “The hidden dragon rises from the deep, its talons reaching skyward, this is my Path of Fury—”

With this phrase, Wang Yan’s body emitted another glow, an orange-red light, shooting into the heavens.

This orange-red light stood alongside the previous red glow, hanging in the sky.

Simultaneously, Wang Yan’s aura grew mighty once again.

“Three paths in one body?” Meng Po’s eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing.

But it did not end there, as Wang Yan’s voice rang out clearly, “The tiger roars in the valley, all beasts are startled, this is my Path of Sorrow—”

“The eagle tests its wings, invigorated by the dust beneath, this is my Path of Happiness—”

“The sword shines, honing its edge, this is my Path of Grief—”

“The heavens bearing blue, the earth garbed in yellow, this is my Path of Fear—”

“The bowstring releases an arrow, peace reigns over the eight directions at dusk, this is my Path of Shock—”

As Wang Yan’s resonant voice ended, waves of seven-colored light continuously emerged from Wang Yan’s body.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—seven colors in total, shone brilliantly in the sky.

Under the illumination of these seven lights, Wang Yan’s entire demeanor reached an unparalleled level.

With seven paths combined, along with the original Path of War, Wang Yan now embodies eight paths.

Seeing this, King Yama’s mouth gaped wide, his jaw nearly dropping.

As King Yama, bearing two paths already made him arrogant beyond compare, yet this was because of two people occupying one body.

Yet Wang Yan, alone in such a short time, comprehended eight paths—it was truly terrifying.

Bathed in seven-colored light, Wang Yan’s body had fully recovered as he looked calmly at King Yama and said, “King Yama, now it is my turn to attack.”