**【Penalty details:】**
1. **Form Solidification:** The punished soul will be permanently solidified into the **emotional trash can** (style selection: Pink Heart / Icy Star Monument / Frost Flower / Gu Pool).**
2. **Placement Scene:** Eternally placed in the "Chaos Emotional Release Field" where His Majesty Zero's soul is projected.**
3. **How to use:** Eternally bear **all the emotional torrents** (joy, sadness, anger, grievance, attachment...) released by His Highness Zero's soul projection (emotionally rich period)! **
4. **Heightened Perception:** Emotional perception is elevated to its limit, allowing you to experience the pure impact of every emotion (sadness cuts like a knife, joy pricks like a needle, anger burns like fire).**
5. **Capacity requirements:** Must be unlimited and must not leak (overflow? Penalty doubled)! **
6. **Circular Hell:** Whenever the emotional torrent reaches saturation (the bucket is full), it is immediately emptied and reset to the most "empty" state (craving for filling) to prepare for the next round of impact.**
7. **Title Binding:** Obtain the title of "Eternal Emotional Container" (soul-bound, visible in reincarnation, comes with virtual tear marks and emotional ripple effects).**
**[Effective immediately! Covering all heavens! Tracing cause and effect! Enforced!]**
**[Attachment: The first batch of 'Eternal Emotion Trash Can' Supreme Collector's Edition: Four Country Love Poison Chief Designers (including Mother Gu Breeders). ]**
Be a trash can forever!
Bear all the emotional impact forever?
Eternal reincarnation in extreme emotions?
Eternal emotional container?
Tear ripple effects?!
Imagine the endless cycle of drowning in extreme sorrow and then being forced to empty yourself into extreme joy... The remnants of the four nations collapsed instantly! The survivors trembled at the sight of hugs, vomited at the word "love", and went crazy at the smell of sweetness.
In the General's Mansion garden, Lingbao's emotional storm had long since subsided. She was cradled in Su Li's arms, her cheeks still red from crying, her long eyelashes wet. Xiao Jue stood quietly nearby, holding a handful of the remaining ashes of the "Mother of All Emotions" he had brought back from Donghuang Ci'en Palace. Once sweet and pink, now, under the power of Lingbao's tears, they took on a gray, lifeless quality.
He twisted the cold ashes between his fingers, his gaze fixed on his daughter's slightly swollen eyes. The golden beads that once surged forth contained a force more powerful than any divine weapon, enough to incinerate the most insidious poison of love. The cold sheath of the Guihong Ruler reflected Lingbao's tiny form, nestled dependently in her mother's arms.
A deep voice, with a desolate and faint pride that penetrated through the hypocrisy, rang out amidst the subtle sound of Lingbao sniffing:
"Fake love is a blade, tempered with honey and coated with arsenic."
"Use love as a lock, forge tenderness to hide the cold edge."
"This poison of love..."
He loosened his fingers, and the ashes drifted away in the wind, like a past conspiracy that had been completely purified, leaving no trace.
"...the so-called 'prison of love' that claims to be unsolvable,"
He walked over to Su Li, his eyes fixed on her sleepy, closed eyelids. Ling Bao seemed to sense her father's presence and unconsciously reached out her little hand towards him.
Xiao Jue extended his broad palm and carefully, with an unprecedented sense of cherishment, gently wrapped his daughter's small hand, which had once wiped away tears. The soft, tear-stained and slightly cool touch was like the warmest furnace, enough to melt all the coldness in the world.
"My son will eventually burn..."
Lingbao's tiny hand fluttered in her father's palm, like a chick returning to its nest, finding its most secure resting place. She opened her eyes slightly, her water-washed, clear eyes reflecting Xiao Jue's cold, yet focused features. She opened her mouth, revealing a tear-stained yet incredibly pure smile, and muttered vaguely, "Daddy... hug..."
The corners of Xiao Jue's hard, cold lips curled upwards, a rare and unreserved gesture. He leaned over and gently took his daughter's soft body from Su Li's arms, as if holding the most fragile yet precious piece of glass in the world. Lingbao contentedly buried his little head in his father's broad, solid chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and fell into a peaceful sleep once again.
“…this hot and clear tear.”
The warm heartbeat from that chest was like the final death knell for all the poisonous blades of false love. In the innocent tears of a child, the shackles of "love poison" were broken inch by inch, and the purest emotional bond in the world was silently tempered into steel in the chaotic traces of tears.
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