Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 614 - 614 633 Where is the Heart

614: Chapter 633: Where is the Heart?

614: Chapter 633: Where is the Heart?

“Grandfather, this big brother, he…?”

Ye Xuan’s words were too harsh, devoid of any hint of human warmth, which caused the smile to disappear from the little girl’s face.

She looked at Ye Xuan with a trace of fear in her eyes, as she had never before encountered someone so indifferent.

“Zhuo Ma, be good!”

The old man gently tousled the girl’s bun, seemingly to calm the child’s emotions, and then looked at Ye Xuan with a hint of kindness, “Young man, your temperament is too extreme.

In fact, there are many beautiful things in this world.

If you could maintain an ordinary heart when viewing this world, you would certainly discover a lot of wonderful things.”

“Beautiful things?”

Ye Xuan slowly stood up, gazing out through the window at the Heavenly Vault, a shadow of gloom passing through his eyes.

“The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, this is the ironclad rule of Heaven and Earth.

If you are weak, you deserve to die, only the strong can control the fate of the weak.

This truth has never changed.

The so-called benevolent and compassionate heart is an utterly useless thing, and nothing more than a synonym for the weak.”

The atmosphere was oppressive, weighty as a mountain, and as Ye Xuan finished speaking, he turned slowly to face the old man, his voice deep, “Old man, am I wrong?”

His gaze, piercing to the core and utterly severe, was the way Ye Xuan looked at the old man, without a shred of emotion, as if he viewed the old man no differently than an ant.

“Haha!”

Suddenly, the old man burst into loud laughter.

Unaffected by Ye Xuan’s ruthless gaze and without any trace of fear, he met Ye Xuan’s eyes, his voice deep and hoarse, “Young man, the reason humans are humans, is that we are different from livestock.

Humans have their own emotions, and are subject to the seven emotions and six desires.

We cry, we laugh, we grieve, we rejoice.

If it were as you say, and humans were to discard their benevolent and compassionate hearts, then what would differentiate us from livestock?”

The old man’s voice rang out powerfully, radiating a light of humanity as he spoke, engulfing Ye Xuan with an aura unimaginable, leaving him standing there stunned.

The old man was not some all-powerful being; he was merely a mortal, an ordinary old man nearing his final rest.

But as he spoke these words, it was as if he resonated with something profound, emulating an awe-inspiring aura.

Even with Ye Xuan’s Daluo Peak-level cultivation, his spirit quivered intensely at this moment.

Mankind’s spirit is unstoppable by the Heavenly Dao!

As long as the spirit does not perish, it will endure forever, and though the Heavenly Dao may crumble, their spirits will remain eternal.

Humans, as contradictory beings wielding both good and evil, add to the complexity of life, but it is because of their presence that the world unfolds into an eternal, magnificent panorama.

Although the old man didn’t understand this principle, the aura he manifested represented the spirit of all mankind.

Even facing Ye Xuan of Daluo Peak, against this indescribable spirit of humanity, his soul trembled ever so slightly.

“Young man, though I do not know what has happened to you to make your nature so extreme, I hope you can understand that whether they be cultivators or gods, they all stem from humanity.

If even the most basic human heart is lost, can they still be called human?”

The old man’s figure exuded the light of humanity, and with it a noble sense of righteousness.

Of course, this so-called righteousness was not about a sense of justice, but rather an unyielding and magnanimous spirit.

“To establish a heart for Heaven and Earth, to create a life for the people, to continue the lost teachings of the saints, to bring peace for all generations—what makes us human is that we possess a heart not found in livestock.

If everyone thought as you do, my young friend, then this world would cease to exist.” The old man’s momentum was like a rainbow, and his voice was resolute.

“Human heart?”

After a long while, Ye Xuan murmured with a trembling voice.

He slowly raised his hands, constantly examining them, a scent of blood rushing into his nostrils.

A myriad of images flashed through his mind, making his thoughts flutter as though taking him back to that distant past.

Childhood days.

The cold wind of heaven and earth, the wild dance of ice and snow.

As a young child, Ye Xuan and his mother were driven out of the Ye Family’s gates.

He looked at the gates with eyes filled with hatred, swearing to the heavens in his young and spiteful heart.

If one day he, Ye Xuan, rose to prominence, he would demand justice for his mother from the Ye Family, would personally bring about their downfall, and make his so-called father and grandfather kneel and beg for forgiveness from him and his mother.

That year’s blizzard was fierce, the temperature exceedingly cold, it froze a child’s innocent heart, making him unable to feel a shred of warmth from the human world.

Youthful years!

Full of youthful vigor and pulsing with hot blood, that lovely figure appeared before Ye Xuan.

That year’s carefree friendship, that year’s childhood sweetheart, cracked the ice around Ye Xuan’s heart, filling him with longing for the future.

Regrettably, when he turned fourteen, fate played a cruel joke on him, a devastating news shattered him completely.

He was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his so-called childhood sweetheart disappeared like smoke, his carefree friendship turned out to be just a joke.

As he lay sick in bed, watching his beloved girl drifting away, Ye Xuan’s newly warmed heart was once again enveloped in ice.

That year he left a note and ran away, in a state of confusion, he entered Duanchang Mountain.

He started a new life and fought fiercely on the Blood Sea Battlefield under the ruthless guidance of the Primordial Spirit.

His innocence no longer existed, his kindness and goodwill were discarded, he transformed into a person without mercy, firmly believing in the supreme principle that human nature is fundamentally evil.

After four years on the Blood Sea Battlefield, he finally emerged and became a Cultivator at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage.

However, the lingering affection for his former family sent him back into the vast Red Dust.

Lost in the human world, amidst the killings of the Mortal World, Ye Xuan stepped through, leaving behind a trail of endless bones.

He even personally strangulated his past love, slowly turning into someone he recognized.

Cultivation knows no time, looking back on twenty thousand years!

Twenty thousand years went by, everything and everyone from the past were buried deep in his heart.

But today, an old man’s words unlocked his sealed memories, throwing Ye Xuan into a state of bewildered stupor.

“The heart of slaughter, the heart of ruthlessness, the heart of fearlessness…

but…

where is my heart?”

Ye Xuan slowly closed his eyes, muttering to himself, a sense of dizziness assaulting his soul, causing a tearing pain in his heart.

“Carp?

Braised carp?”

Suddenly, Ye Xuan saw the dish on the table in front of him, his eyes gradually focused, and in them emerged the image of a person, the very visage of his mother, whom he had sealed deep in his memory.