Immortality Starts With Investment

Heavenly Evolution Holy Land stretched boundlessly, and before the Cloud Summit Divine Palace, countless disciples clad in yin-yang fish-patterned robes gathered—at least hundreds of thousands, likely the entire Holy Land assembled. They craned their necks, gazing at their fourth Holy Son with curiosity, scrutiny, and even a hint of skepticism. Among them were numerous Nascent Soul powerhouses.

Under so many watchful eyes, Ye Chen felt a flicker of pressure. With a thought, he summoned a True Dragon to his left, a True Phoenix to his right, and a Kun Peng spreading its wings behind him. A golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet, and the Black Yellow Primordial Essence Bell emerged from his brow, hovering above his head, cascading strands of mysterious yellow qi. Bathed in radiant divine light, Ye Chen descended like an immortal king, lofty and supreme.

The sight left countless disciples stunned. Three of the Vicious Ten flanked him, the golden lotus beneath his feet exuded divine wonder, and the small bell above his head was already legendary across the Great Yan Continent. Any lingering doubts about this latecomer fourth Holy Son vanished instantly.

In unison, the hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Evolution Holy Land disciples bowed and shouted, ”Greetings, Holy Son! May the Holy Son be invincible on the immortal path, forging ahead with unmatched prowess, dominating the cosmos, and opening the gates of immortality! May the Holy Son stand peerless in this era, sweeping all before him, leading us to glorify the Holy Land!”

Their voices thundered through the heavens, their momentum like a soaring dragon, vast and majestic. Countless spiritual beasts took flight across the Holy Land, and above, endless divine lights streaked like falling meteors. It was a grand spectacle.

Ye Chen hadn’t expected such a ceremony upon arriving at the Holy Land. The fervor infected him, stirring his blood with excitement.

Before the Cloud Summit Divine Palace, the gathered Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and elders watched with smiles. Their Holy Son naturally had to possess the aura of invincibility.

Without even making a move, Ye Chen’s prodigious presence had earned the Holy Land’s approval. Bathed in Black Yellow Qi, flanked by the three of Vicious Ten, and standing atop a golden lotus, his peerless prodigy demeanor was undeniable. Once he matured, he’d be no less formidable than—perhaps even surpassing—Hua Yunfei.

Several elders, who had previously gone to Divine Will Sect to fetch Ye Chen, stared in shock at the Kun Peng behind him. They were certain that during his heavenly tribulation, Ye Chen hadn’t mastered the Kun Peng Treasure Technique.

The Kun Peng tribulation imprint had been gifted to Elder Lin Qingtan. Yet, in less than two months, Ye Chen had not only comprehended the Kun Peng Treasure Technique but could manifest its divine form to enhance himself? It was unthinkable.

How had he acquired the technique in such a short time? Had he grasped it during his battle with the Kun Peng? If so, his talent and comprehension were beyond extraordinary. No wonder he’d casually gifted the Kun Peng imprint—his luck was staggering, his insight heaven-defying. It was as if the heavens themselves were spoon-feeding him.

Among the crowd, Lin Qingtan’s gaze on Ye Chen brimmed with anticipation, convinced he could resolve her issue. Hua Yunfei smiled, his eyes full of appreciation, showing no discontent despite the potential competition from a new prodigy.

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Dantai Xuan, however, remained as aloof as ever. Despite having met Ye Chen before and receiving the Northern Emperor War Chariot from him, she showed no emotion, as if nothing in the world could pique her interest. If not for the mandatory attendance, she’d have preferred to return to her cultivation.

Amid countless gazes, Ye Chen soared to the Cloud Summit Divine Palace and descended gracefully. With poise, he bowed to the assembly. ”Greetings, Holy Lord! Greetings, esteemed elders! Greetings, senior brothers and sisters!”

His respectful demeanor won further approval. Despite his peerless talent, Ye Chen showed no arrogance—a true prodigy worthy of the Holy Land’s nurturing.

At the center stood the Holy Lord, strikingly youthful in appearance. Dressed in white robes, with his hair neatly crowned, he resembled a refined scholar more than a powerhouse. Smiling faintly, he addressed Ye Chen. ”No need for such formality. I am Feng Baiyu, Holy Lord of Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. But I won’t hold the title much longer. The previous Holy Lord lingered too long, and I was already at the Unity realm when I took over. Now, centuries later, I’ve forged my immortal platform and am on the cusp of the Mahayana realm. Once I reach it, I’ll become a supreme elder and must step down. Alas, my greatest regret is cultivating too quickly, unable to enjoy being Holy Lord longer.”

Ye Chen, wary of the man’s unassuming demeanor, knew from countless novels that those who seemed least like powerhouses were often the most formidable—especially the lord of a Holy Land. But was this guy seriously flexing? Complaining about cultivating too fast? It reeked of the same vibe as a certain billionaire claiming he didn’t care for money.

Noticing Ye Chen’s complex expression, Feng Baiyu’s lips twitched into a smirk. His demeanor shifted, becoming majestic, his voice resonating like an ancient bell. ”Ye Chen, are you willing to join Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, venerate Ancestor Heavenly Evolution True Immortal, and serve as Holy Son? As Holy Son, you must uphold the Holy Land’s prestige, suppress rival prodigies, seize worldly opportunities, and fight for our eternal legacy. Can you bear this responsibility?”

Ye Chen nodded solemnly, bowing again. ”The Holy Land is my home. I will spare no effort to uphold its honor.”

His words were sincere. The system’s frenzied notifications upon arrival had already made Heavenly Evolution Holy Land feel like home—one he’d never leave, no matter who tried to drive him out.

Feng Baiyu’s starry eyes seemed to pierce through hearts. After studying Ye Chen, he smiled. ”Good. The Holy Son ceremony is simple. Next, you need only pay respects before the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Scripture and inscribe your name.”

As he spoke, the immortal palace trembled. A phantom of an ancient book materialized before Ye Chen, inscribed with countless words and brimming with daoist charm. Yet, when he looked closely, he couldn’t discern a single character, only sensing the overwhelming immortal aura radiating from it, inspiring awe and reverence.

This was an immortal artifact, a cornerstone of Holy Lands, ancient immortal clans, and eternal dynasties. Even a mere projection was terrifying. A bold thought flashed through Ye Chen’s mind: if he became Holy Lord one day and gifted the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Scripture, what incredible rewards would it yield? But the idea vanished as quickly as it came. He was certain that even hinting at it would make him the shortest-serving Holy Son in history.

An elderly figure emerged from the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Scripture. Everyone, including the Holy Lord, bowed.

Ye Chen recognized him as Heavenly Evolution True Immortal. Truthfully, he didn’t seem as imposing as figures like the Western Empress or the Buddha, but Ye Chen bowed thrice, adhering to cultivation world etiquette for venerating an ancestor.

The phantom gazed at Ye Chen, nodding slowly before dissipating. Ye Chen’s name appeared on the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Scripture. In that moment, he felt a subtle, profound connection form between himself and Heavenly Evolution Holy Land.

He was now officially part of the Holy Land.