Immortality Starts With Investment

”What’ll you use to fight me? Battle Secret, Movement Secret, Multiplier Secret, Healing Secret, True Dragon Treasure Technique, True Phoenix Treasure Technique, Kun Peng Treasure Technique, Thunder Emperor Treasure Technique? Not my heir, yet you’ve gathered so much. You’re only a step behind my younger self. But too many Treasure Techniques aren’t always good. Let me guide you, save you some detours!”

The Heavenly Emperor’s imprint raised an eyebrow. Since leaving the cultivation world and guarding the foreign realm’s exit for millennia, he hadn’t felt such intrigue. He was willing to mentor this young man striving to retrace his invincible path. Though insignificant to the grand scheme, it was amusing.

Plus, this kid’s talk of surpassing him was bold. Too long gone—millions of years had dulled the world’s memory of his dominance. The Emperor wasn’t boasting; he always fought above his realm. Few dared face him in the same realm.

Ye Chen wasn’t polite, eager to crush the Emperor and claim his imprint. If the Heavenly Emperor Hall hid a true heir, there was a fifty percent chance it was a woman. If so, harmony could avoid bloodshed.

Though Ye Chen disliked grand battles, facing the Emperor across a million years in the Unity realm was thrilling. Without hesitation, he raised his hands, conjuring eighty-one True Dragons.

The Emperor smiled. Great Emperor Scripture’s Imperial Dragon Qi, huh? Time to teach this kid.

But as Ye Chen’s eighty-one Imperial Dragon Qis roared out, their flawless, textbook-perfect assault—born from mastering the Great Emperor Scripture’s essence—made the Emperor raise an eyebrow. This kid’s grasp was profound, surpassing his own at the Unity realm. Fine, no teaching Imperial Dragon Qi.

He countered with the Battle Secret, its killing aura shattering the dragons. ”Nothing to teach about the Great Emperor Scripture. Let’s try Battle Secret…”

Ye Chen, knowing this wasn’t a mindless imprint driven by heavenly will, didn’t argue. He unleashed a near-perfect Battle Secret, flawless divine techniques surging toward the Emperor.

The Emperor’s brow twitched again. This kid’s talent was something else—Battle Secret mastered to perfection. He’d only achieved that in Mahayana.

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”Then Movement Secret…”

”Hey…”

”Multiplier Secret…”

”Show me your True Phoenix Treasure Technique!”

”True Dragon Treasure Technique?”

”Kun Peng…”

”Thunder Emperor!”

After a while, the Emperor’s smile faded. He realized, with slight shock, that this youth was outshining him on his own path. Every top-tier technique and Dao, Ye Chen had mastered perfectly, as if taught by their creators. His comprehension rivaled an Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo.

With Heavy Pupils and Primordial Supreme Heart, despite a third-rate Myriad Star Body, his Indestructible Scripture made his physique rival the Emperor’s Sacred Body. Most striking was his foundation—terrifyingly robust, several times thicker than the Emperor’s at Unity. This kid had real substance. In the same realm back then, the Emperor might’ve struggled against him!

Lost in thought, the Heavenly Emperor’s imprint was caught off guard, blasted away by Ye Chen’s divine light.

Seeing Ye Chen charge, intent on crushing him with no respect for his senior, the Emperor laughed. Youthful arrogance. He didn’t hide it—if he were truly at the Unity realm, beating Ye Chen would be tough. But he wasn’t that Emperor anymore. His current realm’s understanding of the world’s workings was unfathomably deep. Even far weaker, he could defeat Ye Chen with transcendent skill. But that was pointless—bullying a junior with superior insight? He was the Heavenly Emperor; he couldn’t stoop so low.

His aura erupted, surging from Unity to Mahayana and still climbing. Ye Chen, thrilled to crush the imprint, froze, lips twitching at the terrifying presence. Emperor, you can’t win so you cheat? Imprints should have fixed strength, but with the Emperor, nothing was surprising—even ascending to immortality next wouldn’t shock him.

Smirking, the Emperor said, ”You’ve trained well, though flaws remain. Keep practicing. At your age, this level’s impressive. I was only slightly better back then. I should mentor you, as you walk my path, practically my heir! But guests are stirring at the exit, and I must dissuade them. When you break through to Mahayana, I’ll teach you.”

With Ye Chen’s foundation, the Mahayana tribulation would surely summon him again. His Mahayana self was outrageously strong—perfect to school this kid, showing his invincible Emperor title was earned, not boasted. For now, he’d let it slide.

Ye Chen’s lips twitched, suspecting the Emperor dodged the fight, knowing he couldn’t win. But he didn’t press—gotta give the Emperor some face.

”Here’s my imprint, with all my insights on the Heavenly Emperor Fist. You haven’t even learned it—shameful. Go claim it from the Heavenly Emperor Hall. If they refuse, fight, but no need for mortal grudges—it’s my descendant’s daughter, a Chaos Body! You walk my old path; she walks my new one. I’m curious who’ll go further.”

Seeing Ye Chen’s defiant yet silent look, the Emperor grinned widely. With that, his imprint dissolved into pure heavenly power, leaving only a fragment with the Fist’s insights drifting to Ye Chen.

Stunned, Ye Chen thought, That’s it? The Emperor was unreadable. But his focus shifted to the Heavenly Emperor Hall. A female true heir? With a Chaos Body? What multiplier would she have?!