Eternal Descent into Sorrow
When Lin Mo was sixteen, the Emotionstone did not glow.
On the Continent of Lingxu, the emotions of all living things can become power. Joy, anger, sorrow, and fear are all sources of "emotional energy." He alone had none.
The day he was branded an "emotionless one," his mother pushed an unevenly dyed red egg toward him, her knuckles clenched until they turned pale.
Everyone thought his life was over.
Until he heard the cries of countless people in the abyss beneath Yingzui Cliff.
The cries did not enter through his ears. They seeped into the gaps between his bones, carrying a chill deeper than the abyss itself. He remembered his grandfather's last words: "There's something inside this child."
His grandfather never said what it was.
Later, he finally understood.
The stone had not failed to glow because he was useless.
It was because the sorrow in his heart was too heavy, too vast, too deep, so deep that even the Emotionstone did not dare touch it.
If every emotion in the world is a source of power, then he is a walking natural disaster.
This is a story about lighting a lamp in the darkest depths.
