Immortality Starts With Investment

The attackers’ faces were veiled, identities hidden. A sinister voice mocked Heavenly Desire Sect’s Supreme Elder’s intervention: ”A minor sect, not even a holy land, dares meddle in such a fight? Retreat, or face death and your sect’s ruin.”

Unfazed, Yaoyue, wielding endless pink divine light, stood firm. ”The fourth Holy Son is Heavenly Desire Sect’s honored guest. No matter the enemy, we stand with him!”

Her resolve was absolute. She’d seen her disciple, doomed to stall at Mahayana, achieve a perfect breakthrough. Astounding.

Learning the truth, her shock mirrored the Sect Master’s past awe. A protector feeding a divine maiden and her Master, despite a tenth conversion rate, was unthinkable. It sparked hope in Yaoyue, long despairing. If the divine maiden’s Master could absorb, why not her grandmaster?

She didn’t need much—just enough for a basic transformation to Half-Saint, opening new horizons. With Ye Chen’s speed, he might reach Mahayana Third Heaven in a century or two for her ritual. He was her only hope for progress. Backing him was her only choice.

The battlefield roared. Two Half-Saints clashed in the starry depths, their cataclysmic might echoing. Four Mahayana Third Heaven Kings fought fiercely.

Yaoyue, less adept at direct combat than holy land elders, wielded seductive pink lanterns, balancing the odds.

Feng Baiyu and Elder Mo faced two Mahayana Second Heaven foes. Feng Baiyu, only First Heaven, feigned panic, retreating while fighting.

Elder Mo gritted his teeth: ”Why force me? Witness my final Perfect Ultimate Dao Sublimation—cultivation, rise!”

His aura surged to Second Heaven, unstable but enough to hold.

Ye Chen, the supposed target, stood idly. Then, a divine array descended, trapping him inside. Three Mahayana First Heaven auras emerged within. Against a mere Unity cultivator, this was certain death.

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Fan Qinghe, rushing to aid, felt her heart sink. The Sect Master paled. Yaoyue, resolute in her allegiance, grew anxious—if Ye Chen died, her loss would be immense. Yet, unlike the Heavenly Desire women’s dread…

Unlike the anxious Heavenly Desire Sect women, Feng Baiyu and Elder Mo exchanged glances, not panicked but amused. They’d spotted the three hidden Mahayana First Heaven cultivators.

Ye Chen, with his Heavy Pupil, couldn’t have missed them. With the Travel Secret and Kun Peng Treasure Technique, he could’ve fled but stood still, like a clueless goose—deliberately. Back in early Unity, he’d somehow killed Mahayana’s Fang Qing. Now at late Unity, he needed no concern. They only wondered which faction mustered such a force—multiple Mahayana cultivators—to kill Ye Chen. Absurdly excessive.

As expected, Ye Chen had noticed the hidden foes but neither fled nor dodged, calmly letting the array trap him. Inside, he faced the three Mahayana figures, unruffled, not attacking or opening his small world. No trace of a Unity cultivator’s fear before Mahayana might—just curiosity.

”I’m trapped, certain to die. Before I go, tell me who wants me dead?”

The enemy’s caution—such an extravagant lineup for him—impressed him. Some declining holy lands couldn’t muster this many powerhouses. Such meticulous foes were the most dangerous. He needed their identity to crush them later. But his acting against men was lacking.

The three Mahayana cultivators ignored him, erupting with full force the moment he was trapped. The central figure unleashed dragon-shaped blood energy; the others displayed unique phenomena. Their Mahayana auras, vast as seas, solemn as prisons, shook the heavens. Combined, the pressure could shatter a typical Unity cultivator’s body.

No intention to parley—Ye Chen’s heaven-defying nature might hide Mahayana-level strength or trump cards. A thunderous strike was needed. Coldly scanning him, they attacked together, their terrifying Dao and laws rolling like divine ocean waves, obliterating all. Even Mahayana cultivators would be gravely wounded.

Yet Ye Chen’s lips curved, eyes fearless. He didn’t dodge but stepped forward. As his foot landed, the world pulsed with him. The trio’s fearsome attack, under this step, was suppressed by a strange force, dissolving into nothing.

Their faces shifted, eyes wary. One step made their hearts lurch and nullified their attack so effortlessly? Was this the generation’s top prodigy? Utterly terrifying.

Their killing intent surged—Unity-stage and already this monstrous? Mahayana would be unstoppable. Divine lights danced, blood energy soared, Dao charms flowed. The three unleashed their deadliest Dao and laws to eradicate Ye Chen.