Immortality Starts With Investment

The Tang Valley’s seal was about to break, igniting fervent gazes among onlookers. As the core of the Great Yang Dynasty, Tang Valley held great promise, but outsiders knew its treasures were claimed by the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land.

With a boom, the seal shattered, revealing everything within. The divine palace lay in ruins, scarred by a great battle. Before it stood a golden Fusang root, thick as three people’s embrace, its jagged break suggesting a brutal blow—likely the Heavenly Emperor’s fist. Spectators marveled at his ferocity; no force that crossed him fared well, not even a tree.

Lin Qingtan eyed the radiant root, sensing its abundant Great Yang Holy Power. Refining it could hasten her constitution’s resolution, but she dismissed the thought. Holy Son’s gift of the Great Yang Immortal Scripture was already generous. The root, secured at great cost, was surely for him.

As Tang Valley opened, Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s experts descended, scavenging treasures. Ye Chen approached the Fusang root, nodding in satisfaction at its potent Great Yang Holy Power. But then, several terrifying auras surged from afar, racing toward Tang Valley, each figure blazing like a sun.

Onlookers gasped. Who dared challenge Heavenly Evolution Holy Land? Feng Baiyu and others squinted, wondering who sought death. In moments, five figures—four men and one woman—appeared above Tang Valley, their auras formidable.

Ye Chen frowned. Their presence didn’t feel human. Standing atop the sky, they gazed at the Fusang root with delight. The central woman, at late Deity Transformation, had eyes like blazing suns, a regal neck, and an exotic allure. She addressed the crowd loudly. ”The Fusang Ancient Tree has belonged to our Golden Crow Clan since ancient times, lent briefly to the Great Yang True Immortal. The shameless Heavenly Emperor destroyed it with despicable means, causing its loss. Now rediscovered, you may take other treasures freely; we won’t interfere. But the Fusang root, we must reclaim. I am this generation’s Golden Crow Princess. Please grant us this favor and forge goodwill.”

Her words stunned everyone. The Golden Crow Clan? After the myriad races suffered heavy losses and were driven to the Northern Domain, no Golden Crow had appeared in Great Yan Continent for a million years. Now five emerged? Had they sensed the Great Yang Dynasty’s ruins and come from the North?

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The group—three Unity, two Deity Transformation—radiated power like suns, all young and clearly talented. Some cultivators speculated further: the myriad races, recovering over years, might be regaining strength. In this era’s immortal path contest, they would surely compete.

Ye Chen frowned at the Golden Crow Princess’s words. Her beauty had sparked some curiosity—perhaps a high feedback multiplier—but the system stayed silent. Was she not eligible, or did the system only recognize humans? He didn’t dwell on it. Her claim that the Fusang root belonged to the Golden Crow Clan since ancient times? Absurd.

Ignoring her, Ye Chen reached for the root to claim it. A late Deity Transformation Golden Crow’s eyes flashed with killing intent. ”Human, you dare touch our clan’s divine tree?” A blazing divine fist roared toward Ye Chen, its flames capable of incinerating most Deity Transformation cultivators.

The crowd gasped. Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed, and he countered with a single punch. The Battle Secret’s terrifying killing aura erupted, shattering the fiery fist in an instant. The punch’s momentum surged toward the Golden Crow, whose eyes widened in terror. A Unity Golden Crow intervened, conjuring divine flames to block it.

The Golden Crow Clan glared at Ye Chen.

Feng Baiyu sneered, ”So brazen on human territory? The Heavenly Emperor was too lenient—should’ve wiped you out.” Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s Unity elders rose, their killing intent encircling the five. They could easily annihilate them.

The Golden Crows’ expressions shifted. The Princess spoke quickly, ”The myriad races and humans set rules against bullying the weak. The races have allied to return to the cultivation world’s center. Our Golden Crow Clan has ancestors who won’t stand idly by. Since you covet our divine tree, let our younger generations compete. The winner takes it. We five are our clan’s youngest elites—please enlighten us.”

Her words shocked the crowd. The myriad races allied? They’d never been united. If true, it was daunting.

Ye Chen squinted. The root was his—why compete? Ridiculous. Ignoring her, he touched the root to claim it.

Instantly, the Princess struck. ”You must be Ye Chen. I’ve heard your name across the Central Continent! Heavenly Emperor’s heir, please enlighten me!” At peak Deity Transformation, she unleashed a sky of fiery crows, swarming like drones toward Ye Chen.

His gaze sharpened, collapsing the void with a glance, burying the crows. Locking eyes on the Princess, he unleashed a true dragon. It struck instantly, unstoppable, shattering her defenses. She coughed blood, her beautiful face stunned. Defeated by an early Deity Transformation human? Impossible.

The other two late Deity Transformation Golden Crows roared in fury, attacking to aid her. Ye Chen remained unfazed. With the Battle Secret’s supreme assault and his Heavy Pupil, crushing these three was effortless.