Immortality Starts With Investment

Ba Wang was terrifying. His burly frame, like molten immortal gold, shimmered with power. A roar shook the heavens. His fist shadows collapsed the void, shattered peaks—nothing seemed able to stop him. Who could block such a punch?

Ye Chen finally stood, his physical power surging, Multiplier Secret activated, throwing a seemingly ordinary fist. Ba Wang smirked, but as their fists collided, a deafening clash erupted.

From his fist, half of Ba Wang’s body exploded, purple blood spraying the void. The remaining half hurtled back, crashing into the Cave Heaven’s edge, nearly breaking it.

All eyes widened. The Firmament Overlord Body, a top human physique, couldn’t withstand one blow? How terrifying was Ye Chen’s physical strength? Was Ba Wang careless, or was Ye Chen truly peerless?

Amid the shock, Ba Wang roared, divine light flowing, purple blood reversing, his body rapidly healing.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Since gaining the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, triggering the Multiplier Secret was easier—his first punch activated it effortlessly. Yet, tenfold power didn’t kill Ba Wang, a testament to his defense, worthy of a top physique.

Ye Chen noted Ba Wang’s healing art—traces of the Healing Secret, likely derived from a fragment to create a new technique.

As Ye Chen mused, the restored Ba Wang, eyes blood-red, unleashed his ancestral form: dragon head, serpent tail, tiger claws, phoenix wings, qilin armor, tortoise back. His aura surged, a frenzied beast charging Ye Chen.

Spectators marveled.

”That’s the Firmament Overlord Body’s ancestral form—his bloodline’s activated to this degree!”

”No wonder he’s the strongest generation, a pity he missed the Heavenly Emperor’s era.”

”Looks more beast than human—no wonder some say the Firmament Overlord Body isn’t human, siding with the Myriad Races back then…”

As Ba Wang charged, Yao Yuekong struck, his towering frame cloaked in endless demonic mist. Alkaid flicked a radiant beam at Ye Chen’s brow. The Solar Body summoned a blazing sun to crush him.

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The crowd was stunned—top prodigies truly united against Ye Chen. Their pride yielded to his overwhelming pressure. They knew he was strong—two top bloodline Divine Abilities plus a Sacred Body—but assumed stacked talents didn’t multiply. His single punch proved otherwise; none could block it. No prodigy could tolerate such a peer, condemning them to chase his shadow, with no hope for the immortal path. Thus, they attacked together.

Ye Chen, atop his chariot, scanned them calmly, unfazed. Suddenly, a figure intervened, clashing with the Solar Body and Feathered Divine Body, even attempting to block Alkaid.

Alkaid, swift, dodged, frowning at the newcomer—a plain-looking woman with unremarkable features, save for strikingly bright eyes. Unknown, she fought two prodigies without faltering, her divine fists, though not invincible, pressuring both.

No one recognized the woman, but none cared—Ye Chen was the true threat. The others continued their assault.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, identifying his sudden ally: Yan Qingcheng. Why would the true Heavenly Emperor heir help him? Guilt? Or seeking a favor?

Either way, he smiled. Guilt meant a good heart, boosting critical hit chances. If she just needed him, that was fine too—he loved fulfilling women’s requests. Her aid gave him a perfect gifting excuse—a flawless start. She seemed to be practicing fist techniques, so the Heavenly Emperor Fist insights could be gifted.

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Refocusing, Ye Chen’s left fist sent Yao Yuekong flying, cracking his body without triggering the Multiplier Secret. His right hand unleashed three Treasure Techniques—True Dragon, True Phoenix, Thunder Emperor—targeting Alkaid and two others, their terrifying power forcing them to brace.

Against Ba Wang’s ancestral Overlord form, Ye Chen deployed his domain, enveloping him. Ba Wang, confident in his physique, resisted, but Ye Chen’s words split him in half. Ba Wang’s strength, far surpassing Ying Tiansheng, let him recover instantly.

Ye Chen spoke again: ”Ice Seal Thirty Thousand Miles!”

The domain’s temperature plummeted, freezing the void and encasing Ba Wang in ice. Half a breath later, his red blood aura shattered the ice, purple blood flowing as he charged. Shock filled his eyes—Ye Chen had two domain Divine Abilities, monstrously talented, fueling his killing intent.

Ye Chen, calm, uttered, ”Three Thousand Great Worlds…”

Endless spatial chaos erupted, tearing Ba Wang’s flesh, swallowing it into void-like otherworlds, exposing bone.

Ba Wang wailed, his healing art and growing battle strength struggling.

Ye Chen continued, ”Soul Annihilation…”

Ba Wang’s brow exploded, face paling, body staggering, soul heavily wounded. Even with his divine art, he couldn’t break free from Ye Chen’s domain.

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Above, the battle raged. The plain woman clashed fiercely with the Solar Body and Feathered Divine Body, but none watched her. All eyes were on Ye Chen. Left fist against Yao Yuekong, right hand’s techniques suppressing Alkaid and two others, domain trapping Ba Wang—he dominated all five. Was this the power of Heavy Pupils, Primordial Supreme Heart, and Sacred Body combined? This Heavenly Emperor heir was too terrifying. Even the Heavenly Emperor himself might not outmatch his heir.