Immortality Starts With Investment

Compared to the past protectors of the path, the process of transferring Yin-Yang Qi typically took just a day or two. The flow was modest, barely a tenth of Ye Chen’s capacity. Yet, Ye Chen’s Yin-Yang Qi surged continuously, a steady stream without pause. He closely monitored Fan Qinghe, adjusting the flow as she adapted, pushing her to break through her limits.

By the time the seventh day neared its end, Ye Chen assessed his remaining Yin-Yang Qi—it was running low. Determined to complete the ritual before the day closed, he pressed on. Meanwhile, Fan Qinghe had stopped guiding the energy, her mind clouded, almost delirious. The entire channel was now under Ye Chen’s control.

Without hesitation, Ye Chen unleashed the full force of his Yin-Yang Qi. Fan Qinghe, feeling the sudden surge, was stunned. Recalling Ye Chen’s earlier words of encouragement, she gritted her teeth and endured, determined not to let his efforts go to waste.

After half an hour, Fan Qinghe felt as though a century had passed. Her dantian had reached its limit, brimming with power. No amount of resolve could push her further. She severed the energy channel, and their primordial spirits, linked in the sky, parted.

Silence fell over the cave. It was over.

Exhausted after seven grueling days, Fan Qinghe collapsed backward, her proud figure slumping to the ground. She gasped for air, her eyes devoid of white, staring blankly at the cave’s ceiling. Pain and joy intertwined within her. The process had been long and torturous, but the result was worth it.

The Yin-Yang Qi in her dantian was so potent it would make any divine maiden of past generations envious. A faint smile spread across her breathtakingly beautiful face. The feeling of growing stronger was exhilarating.

Ye Chen, watching Fan Qinghe’s satisfied expression, felt a deep sense of joy. Giving brought its own reward, a pure act untainted by base desires—or so he told himself, ignoring the timely chime of the system in his mind.

Ding…

”Congratulations, Host, for successfully bestowing a gift!”

”Gift: The Yin-Yang Qi cultivated by the Host.”

”Feedback: 1,800 times amplification in progress…”

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”Detected: The gift is of immense importance to the recipient, far exceeding expectations…”

”Triggered: Maximum critical reward!”

”Reward: 10,000-fold feedback of the bestowed Yin-Yang Qi!”

”Reward: Extreme Dao Dantian!”

”Extreme Dao Dantian: One of the supreme bloodline divine abilities. Infinite dantian capacity, capable of containing all forms of energy. Energy output rate is 100 times that of an ordinary dantian, cultivation speed increased by 100 times, absorption speed…”

Seeing Fan Qinghe’s satisfied expression earlier, Ye Chen knew the feedback wouldn’t disappoint. But he never expected it to be this extraordinary! His already immense foundation, unimaginable to his peers, had now multiplied ten thousand times.

The boost was beyond comprehension. What kind of harvest would he reap when he merged with the Dao in the future? Without a doubt, he was the most formidable existence in the Deity Transformation stage, unmatched in history. If the Heavenly Intention Holy Son stood before him now, a single slap would settle it.

But that wasn’t all. The Extreme Dao Dantian—limitless, capable of containing all forces—also amplified output power and cultivation speed. Output power tied directly to the might of his Dao and techniques. While others’ dantians unleashed one unit of energy per second, his could release a hundred. How could any enemy compete?

The cultivation speed boost was even more perfect. The higher the realm, the longer it took to advance—sometimes a single minor realm required more time than all previous ones combined. With his already astonishing talent and various treasures, his cultivation speed was remarkable. Now, with the Extreme Dao Dantian’s hundredfold increase, catching up to the top prodigies of his generation—or even surpassing them—was within reach. Early ascension to immortality, early strength, was the best outcome.

Ye Chen was in high spirits. Looking at Fan Qinghe lying on the ground, his gaze softened. ”Divine Maiden, are you alright?” he asked with concern.

To him, Fan Qinghe was a treasure. With her feedback at every major realm, his foundation would grow to earth-shattering heights. Her importance in his heart soared.

Hearing his caring voice, Fan Qinghe, still dizzy and unable to sit up, thought of Ye Chen’s immense efforts and the time he’d need to rebuild his Yin-Yang Qi. Not wanting to worry him, she weakly raised her hands, flashing a ”V” sign on both sides of her face to show she was fine—just needing time to process.

Ye Chen smiled at her gesture, though something about the scene felt oddly familiar, like he’d seen it somewhere before. Relieved she was okay, he let it go. Fan Qinghe needed time to compress the Yin-Yang Qi in her dantian; otherwise, even walking would be an issue. Ye Chen, too, had to adapt to his new Extreme Dao Dantian and the ten-thousandfold amplified Yin-Yang Qi.

For the next few days, both sat in serious meditation, focused and efficient. Ye Chen, cross-legged, marveled at his Extreme Dao Dantian, its Yin-Yang Qi surging like a vast ocean. He was deeply satisfied. The Divine Maiden was fortunate to follow him. As he broke through, her cultivation would soar, saving her centuries of effort. Truly, a massive gain. Lying down on the path to immortality wasn’t a joke after all!