Immortality Starts With Investment

Luo Bingling glanced oddly at Ye Chen. Considering it was his first time on the Immortal Path, and with the Dao Cauldron likely making his cultivation faster than here, he might not have paid attention.

She patiently explained, ”The Immortal Path’s formation involves the Jianmu Tree’s roots, fragments, and the Heavenly Dao. Each time it closes, the interior shifts. Many legacies and relics reposition, appearing where they’re best suited. Like the Heavenly Demon Body you spared, who sold his sister to survive—his discovered tomb was a Saint’s.”

Ye Chen nodded, enlightened. The Immortal Path was quite intelligent.

”Fellow Daoist Ye, please let go of my waist, stow the chariot, and infuse your sword intent. Clash with the broken Extreme Dao Weapon’s intent, and if you win, the relic’s gate will open…”

Luo Bingling was impatient. Ye Chen calmly nodded, releasing her toned waist. He stepped off the Heavenly Emperor’s chariot, stowing it. Approaching the decayed, nearly shapeless Extreme Dao Weapon, he pointed. His sword intent poured out.

Spectators watched, surprised he knew swordsmanship, curious if he’d succeed. Before, a few lucky cultivators found this place. A sword cultivator tried, nearly driven mad by the intent, unable to withstand it—proof of Sword Saint Kong Ke’s prowess.

But then, everyone was stunned. No clash of intents occurred. As Ye Chen infused his intent, the Extreme Dao Weapon exploded.

Space trembled, a teleportation gate emerging.

Luo Bingling wasn’t surprised. She’d seen Ye Chen’s swordsmanship. Dugu Sheng was no match for him. Ye Chen’s sword mastery was likely peerless. This reinforced her belief in his Dao Cauldron.

Beyond boosting cultivation, it enhanced comprehension like the Enlightenment Tea Tree. Under countless gazes, they exchanged a look and entered the secret realm.

Shocked spectators stirred but hesitated. Ye Chen’s ruthless killing and Luo Bingling’s ferocity were terrifying. They’d wait. The relic was open. With Ye Chen and Luo Bingling’s high standards, they could pick up leftovers.

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As the two left, discussions grew louder. They finally dared to freely talk about the shocking, one-sided battle. Ye Chen’s one-against-six was legendary; now, one-against-nine surpassed it. Despite missing the Immortal Path’s opening, he was more terrifying. His top-tier swordsmanship stunned them.

Too monstrous. If not for this era’s unique Immortal Path—a golden age with past prodigies and revived beings—Ye Chen might’ve secured the immortal slot. Beyond his terrifying talent, his womanizing was discussed even more fervently.

Having a talented, beautiful sister or relative was a talisman against him. If you crossed him, it might save your life. They even debated which prodigies could survive via female kin.

”The Feather Transformation Divine Body was such a pity. If Ye Chen saw his mother, he’d have spared him, maybe even called him brother!”

”No way! The Feather Transformation King of this era is still alive—a Saint King!”

”Tch, Ye Chen dares eye Yan Ruyu, a Saint King herself, let alone a Saint King’s wife…”

”Alkaid Holy Maiden, Alkaid Holy Son’s fiancée, isn’t bad either…”

”Watch your words—you’re courting death!”

Ye Chen was unaware of the outside chatter. If he knew, he’d note every detail. Entering the Sword Tomb with Luo Bingling, the space wasn’t vast. Formed from Sword Saint Kong Ke’s cave heaven, his swordsmanship was peerless, but other aspects were average.

Spanning a few hundred square kilometers, they hovered above, seeing it all. They soon reached the center—a black obsidian peak. The ten-thousand-meter mountain, entirely obsidian, was famously durable, hard for Mahayana cultivators to damage.

Valuable. But Ye Chen barely cared. The peak was covered in sword marks, every inch scarred—Kong Ke’s training ground. At its center, on a jade mat where Kong Ke likely meditated, a thumb-sized, pale blue divine stone glowed. Its blue light seemed to pierce space, making the surrounding hundreds of cubic meters feel illusory.

The stone appeared to contain countless flickering worlds. An illusion—space rules materialized. Only pre-cosmic creations or true immortals could condense rules thus.

The stone’s value was immense. Fusing it into one’s domain allowed a seamless breakthrough to cave heaven, reaching third-tier Mahayana, and becoming a King. It saved vast time comprehending space rules. Powerful enough to drive Second Heaven cultivators mad.

Luo Bingling’s eyes lit up. She needed it. Wanted it. But she knew the difference between a single feast and endless feasts. The War God Clan’s slow Mahayana cultivation meant the stone would only hasten her Third Heaven breakthrough. The Dao Cauldron, though, would skyrocket her future path. She resolved to gift the stone to Ye Chen for his trust and favor.

Ye Chen’s gaze lingered briefly on the stone. His profound swordsmanship sensed the sword marks on the obsidian peak weren’t random, holding a wondrous charm. Chaos qi swirled in his eyes as he scanned the marks. His pupils narrowed slightly…