Immortality Starts With Investment

The First Nether Son was weak only against Ye Chen. In Central Continent, he held his own.

After devouring his origin, Ying Tiansheng’s aura transformed, rising significantly. He glared at Ye Chen coldly, battle intent surging, ready to fight.

Ye Chen smiled faintly. His body shot forward, not to kill Ying Tiansheng but to cripple him. He’d planned the gifting order: Su Yuxuan needed origin to recover. Yi Qingwu would devour Ying Tiansheng for revenge. For himself, he’d first gift his own origin. His Myriad Star Body, gained from refining the Myriad Star Fire, was system-independent and could trigger feedback. Then, gifting Ying Tiansheng would elevate him further. This maximized benefits.

First, let the little demoness absorb him, then gift Ying Tiansheng to Yi Qingwu. A perfect plan for takeoff. Two gifts would drastically upgrade his Myriad Star Body. A Sacred Body was just the start—something greater wasn’t far off.

The Heavenly Emperor once said his physique was lacking. Next time, he’d give the Emperor a big surprise. Though he didn’t know what the Emperor was up to, surely he wouldn’t be ”busy” next meeting. They could fight properly, letting Ye Chen become the man who crushed the Emperor at the same realm.

As Ye Chen closed in on Ying Tiansheng, his spirit sense stirred, pupils shrinking. The Kun Peng Treasure Technique erupted, and he retreated sharply. In that instant, the island below exploded, a divine beam blasting out, piercing where Ye Chen had stood. The void turned to nothingness.

Yi Qingwu’s face showed shock and worry. The beam was too terrifying—Unity realm cultivators would die instantly. What was that?

A figure rose slowly from beneath the island, charging at Ye Chen. Yi Qingwu’s pupils shrank. Who else but Fang Qing? Ying Tiansheng had said Fang Qing was busy in the Central Continent, not with them. Yet he’d been hiding under the island, unnoticed for who knows how long.

Ying Tiansheng, who’d been acting, smirked. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land had too many Supreme Elders above. If they’d noticed early, they might’ve saved Ye Chen. So he’d endured Ye Chen’s taunts, biding his time.

Now, it was over. Against a Mahayana existence, Ye Chen would fall in half a breath. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land couldn’t react in time.

Ying Tiansheng grinned with satisfaction. He glanced at the fiancée, seeing her stunning face filled with uncertainty. He gave her a gentle smile, signaling not to worry. He’d hidden Fang Qing because he suspected Ye Chen held leverage over her, threatening her.

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With Ye Chen’s shamelessness, he might’ve said, ”You don’t want your fiancé’s reputation ruined…”

To protect his name, she’d yielded to Ye Chen. Even if she leaked secrets, he didn’t blame her. It was all Ye Chen’s fault. Once Ye Chen died, they’d have a fresh start.

Turning back, Ying Tiansheng prepared to watch Ye Chen’s demise. Once dead, he’d devour everything—Ye Chen’s Heavy Pupil and Primordial Supreme Heart would send him soaring, far beyond the Nether God Body.

”Die!”

Fang Qing smirked coldly. He loved crushing geniuses, especially ones like Ye Chen. Moreover, the young master had sensed Ying Tiansheng’s suspicions and planned to harvest him early, soon arriving in the Great Yan Continent. To prove his worth and secure a place in the Immortal Sect, Fang Qing needed to fatten Ying Tiansheng. To avoid complications, he didn’t hesitate, activating the Movement Secret to kill Ye Chen instantly, even though he was only early Unity realm. This time, he triggered a small-scale time stop, sneering as he moved to crush Ye Chen.

But his eyebrow twitched. While Ying Tiansheng and Yi Qingwu were affected, Ye Chen moved fluidly, retreating again with the Movement Secret. Ye Chen had it too?

Not surprising—the Heavenly Emperor had it, so his heir might. But Fang Qing wasn’t worried. The gap between Mahayana and Unity was vast—thousands, tens of thousands of times greater. No comparison. Even with the Movement Secret, could Ye Chen match his speed?

Sneering, Fang Qing lunged again.

Above, Heavenly Evolution Holy Land reacted. Mo Yixi and Feng Baiyu charged toward him. He had to suppress Ye Chen now.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow at Fang Qing’s approach, tempted to test Mahayana techniques. With Elder Mo and the Holy Master nearing, he could take a risk. But he chose caution. His future was boundless, his physique about to advance. Why clash head-on? A slight injury could affect his gifting, lowering his physique feedback—a huge loss. So, he gave Fang Qing a cold glance, opting for a dignified retreat.

A void portal opened behind him. Ye Chen stepped in. As it appeared, Fang Qing’s eyes widened. He sensed a small world’s aura. A small world! Ye Chen controlled a world fragment, a self-contained space of unimaginable value.

Crucially, small worlds aided Mahayana cultivation. Mahayana required vast world energy, upgrading domains to cave heavens, drawing endless power to enhance realm, strength, and combat ability. If he claimed it, he’d advance further, boosting his status in the Devouring Lineage. Ye Chen, the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, was truly favored by the Heavenly Emperor Hall to receive such a treasure early.

As the portal shrank, about to vanish, Fang Qing spared no cost, moving like blazing lightning at maximum speed. He squeezed half his body into the small world at the last moment. His eyes gleamed with delight. Inside, he could easily suppress Ye Chen, refine the small world, and claim it. Laughing, he entered fully—and his eyes widened further.

The small world was a fairyland. Countless floating immortal mountains, rich in foundation. Its spiritual energy surpassed most holy lands. Most shocking was the immortal root aura permeating the air. One breath made his body feel invigorated. A small world with an immortal root? He was about to strike it rich!

Following the aura, he looked toward the central peak. Rubbing his eyes, he doubted his sight. On the immortal peak, there wasn’t just one immortal root! How was this possible? The missing immortal roots—had the Heavenly Emperor really hidden them all?