Where did the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Severing Law originate from?

Tian Yongheng had asked himself this question many times, yet he could never find the answer.

It was as if... it has always existed within him as far as he can remember.

From the moment he awakened his memories in this life.

He couldn’t even pinpoint what it was before reaching the Immortal Ascension Realm.

He could barely deduce about it using the Heaven Prying Secret Technique, and by relying on his instincts as both a Half Immortal and Virtual True Immortal, he could only think of the Mortal World tempering method to remove it.

Either that, or it will be removed once he truly became a True Immortal and attained the Vagrant Immortal Realm.

After walking for another month and bypassing many towns and cities, Tian Yongheng finally arrived at the capital city of this dynasty.

First-Rate Martial Artist could be seen from time to time, and Martial Arts Masters were not too rare. This dynasty had over twenty Martial Grandmasters, which was quite prosperous for a mortal dynasty.

At the same time, they also had a Qi Condensation Realm "Immortal Master" as the National Teacher.

From the information Tian Yongheng casually obtained, this National Teacher was the master of the crown prince and had even taught the current Emperor, residing in the dynasty for more than a hundred years.

In the past before the Righteous-Demonic War, such a matter would be rare in a thousand years, as the secular and cultivation worlds were basically completely seperated, even the Spirit Qi in places where most mortal powers were established wasn’t enough to support the cultivation of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

But now, countless supreme powerhouses who suppressed heaven and earth had died due to the war, both righteous and demonic, leading to a sudden rise in Spirit Qi.

Immortal Cultivators who die have their remains, and everything else they took from heaven and earth, return to heaven and earth.

Combined with the Immortal Dao spreading through the secular world, such situations became increasingly common, where a small Rogue Cultivator could become the National Teacher or the powerful backer of the Emperors of mortal dynasties.

Yet, Tian Yongheng didn’t care about any of that.

He bought a small courtyard in a quite street in the capital.

He planned to stay here long term, he couldn’t always stay in a inn.

Three years passed by.

Tian Yongheng had completely blended into the locals.

The capital only had rumors of an extremely handsome young master occasionally strolling around, but only a very small number of people had actually seen him.

One ordinary afternoon, Tian Yongheng lay quietly on a reclining chair, basking in the sunlight rarely seen in mid winter.

A middle aged woman tended to her garden on his left, seeing him, she had a look of surprise on her face for a moment as she smiled in greeting.

Tian Yongheng nodded back at her, closing his eyes again.

The woman didn’t seem to mind. His neighbors had already gotten used to the somewhat cold personality of this exceptionally, almost otherworldly good looking young man, and they didn’t find it annoying because Tian Yongheng always brought them gifts and occasionally spent time with them, making him appear cold on the outside but soft hearted on the inside.

To outsiders, he indeed had a strange temperament.

At this moment, a knock suddenly sounded on his front door.

Tian Yongheng slowly reopened his eyes, standing up and walking towards the door, opening it.

Outside was the Ouyang couple; newlyweds who had moved into the capital around the same time as Tian Yongheng, his neighbors on the right.

The man was a constable in the yamen who had pulled some strings to get in and move to the capital as soon as he got married.

According to him, the outside world was too dangerous, and only in the capital with the Immortal Master present could he feel at ease.

Tian Yongheng held no particular opinions about this. It was only natural for a person to care about their loved ones and their own lives.

Both husband and wife were in their twenties, and seeing as how Tian Yongheng also looked to be in his twenties, they felt at ease and more relatable with him, considered friends.

Presently, in the entire street, there were only them who seemed to be successful young people living alone after buying a house. The rest were all living with their elders, quite envious of the three of them.

Tian Yongheng sometimes wondered how these people would react if they were to learn he was actually a 751 year old monster.

751 years old... the average lifespan of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators is only around 800 to a thousand years.

Unknowingly, Tian Yongheng could already be called an experienced elder just by his age alone by the Sword Seeking Sect of the past, yet he was merely considered a youngsters in the real cultivation world.

Back on earth...

He would have survived from the late Middle Ages to the Modern Era.

Without realizing, it had been nearly 800 years since he reincarnated.

Earth... I wonder if it’s still the Earth I remember.

I wonder how everyone is doing.

I...

800 years, in a land with no relatives left, with only the endless desire for survival, for revenge, for immortality, desperately searching for that one ray of light to continue forward and pursue the Immortal Dao, in hopes of reversing everything one day, perhaps only he himself knew how he did it.

Tian Yongheng’s train of thoughts was interrupted by the sudden cry of a child.

Looking down, he found a small child held in constable Ouyang’s wife’s arms, looking at him with those big, adorable eyes.

They had a child a month ago, he seemed to remember.

Constable Ouyang gave a warm chuckle as he watched Tian Yongheng tease the little one, despite the other party’s face always remaining impassive, he could sense the genuine goodwill from the man.

"Brother Tian, as you know, my daughter was born a month ago and doesn’t really have a real name. We can’t keep calling her little one now, can we? But both me and my wife come from the countryside, and we’re not too educated. I could only get my current rank because of an opportunity, so we don’t have acquaintance with any scholar as well. However, then I remembered that we still have you. Would you mind naming our daughter as her uncle?"

Constable Ouyang said with a light laugh, speaking unreservedly.

Tian Yongheng was stunned for a moment.

The child didn’t have any special Connate Providence, her life was destined to be mediocre, living in the Mortal World.

But since it has come to this...

"Of course not, hm, how about Ouyang Chenyao?"

To be honest, Tian Yongheng himself wasn’t very proficient in naming, but he didn’t care; the name sounded nice and had some meaning to it at least.

"Ouyang Chenyao... good, good, good, for this, I must properly thank brother Tian. How about coming over to have dinner with us?"

Hearing constable Ouyang’s words, Tian Yongheng didn’t refuse and went with them.

For some reason, time passed relatively quickly in the Mortal World, even faster than the cultivation world.

Or perhaps Tian Yongheng’s perception of time had just changed to a great degree.

It had been seven years since then, yet it felt like seven days ago.

Ouyang Chenyao was seven this year; she started attending the capital academy two years ago with her father’s connections, who was now a peak level Second-Rate Martial Artist, was considered a small leader within the yamen.

Although Second-Rate Martial Artists were strong, comparable to around the Fourth Level of Acupoint Opening Stage, there were simply too many of them in the capital.

Only a First-Rate Martial Artist could become a true leader level figure in the yamen.

In these two years, whenever Ouyang Chenyao had some time, she would always come to Tian Yongheng’s house, pestering him endlessly.

Today was just like any other day, with Tian Yongheng sunbathing as he lay on a reclining chair, while Ouyang Chenyao lay on a smaller reclining chair and copied his posture.

"Uncle, don’t you get bored doing this?"

Her high pitched voice echoed in the empty courtyard, breaking the tranquility.

"Why would I?"

Came the calm, indifferent reply.

"Because it’s boring."

"It’s not."

"It is!"

"Why is it boring?"

"Because I said so."

"Then I’m the Eternal Lord of Heaven and Earth and a Supreme Immortal God."

Ouyang Chenyao sat up abruptly, puffed up her cheeks, and furiously dashed out of the courtyard.

The next second, she came back, took three or four rice krispies scattered across the tray besides Tian Yongheng, and fled.

Tian Yongheng lifted the makeshift eye mask a little just to see Ouyang Chenyao storming off into the distance, then put it back on, as if nothing had happened.