Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen sensed that Luo Bingling had truly changed. Her devotion ran deep. She had even revealed a clan secret like the impending birth of their sacred beast—holding nothing back, clearly thinking only of him. He should surprise her in return. If she deceived him, so be it.

Once the Fusang Divine Tree fully matured in his cave heaven, Ye Chen would etch the Holy Land’s forbidden arrays onto every immortal artifact. He might only tap a sliver of their power—but inside his domain, that would suffice. Let the Quasi-Immortals come, in hordes if they dared.

Undying Celestial Saber. Devouring Heaven Demonic Jar. Ghost Face Mask. Dao Cauldron. Nine Transformations Heavenly Furnace. Sea-Calming Divine Treasure.

All erupting together, with the Fusang Divine Tree as the crown. Death would be the only outcome.

Pity such might couldn’t pierce the cave heaven barrier into the outside world. Otherwise, with these immortal artifacts, Ye Chen believed he could dominate the entire cultivation world.

In short, he feared no betrayal from her. He could bear any consequence.

The instant the cave heaven gate opened, Ye Chen gently took Luo Bingling’s hand, and together they stepped inside. In a flash, stars shifted—they stood within his cave heaven.

Luo Bingling assumed he had dropped the pretense about the damage, intending to show her the truth. But as she took in the surroundings, her mouth fell open.

”This…”

As a mid-third-heaven Mahayana cultivator, her divine sense was razor-sharp—capable of sweeping a hundred thousand li in an instant. Yet now, unleashing it fully, she found no edge to this realm. Had Ye Chen’s cave heaven truly suffered as rumored—drained of origin? If so, how vast had it been undamaged?

Moreover, she clearly felt the chasm in quality between her realm and his. Spiritual Qi in Ye Chen’s cave heaven condensed like tangible mist, surging and boundless—far surpassing the cultivation world’s most elite secret grounds. Even the training sanctuaries of ancient great clans paled beside it. Hers felt like the crudest common artifact. His—an unparalleled supreme immortal artifact.

Immortal artifact?

Clad in golden war armor, unable to see the horizon, she tilted her head skyward. Her alluring frame froze. What did she see? That blood-drenched blade radiating murderous aura, as though capable of cleaving the heavens—was it not the legendary Undying Celestial Emperor’s immortal artifact, the Undying Celestial Saber?

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And that enigmatic jar with the eerie ghost mask. Both had stirred endless storms through cultivation history. Countless prodigies had fallen, devoured by them. The heir who devoured orthodoxies once wielded the jar, attempting to refine the Heavenly Emperor himself—testament to their ferocity!

Farther off, an ancient furnace stood quietly, etched with mysterious silkworm transformation patterns. One glance revealed its origin. The Divine Silkworm Clan’s Nine Transformations Heavenly Furnace!

Nearby, a heaven-supporting staff lay across the void—as though suppressing eternity. Was it not the Victorious Fighting Ape Clan’s lost treasure—the Sea-Calming Divine Treasure, vanished alongside the furnace!

Yet what seized her gaze and quickened her pulse was the massive bronze cauldron pinned beneath the artifacts. It rotated slowly, exuding a profound Dao enlightenment aura—intoxicating.

Her jade hands trembled faintly. This—this was the Dao Cauldron she had schemed endlessly to approach Ye Chen for, dreaming of claiming! The entire War God Clan yearned for its return. For with it, the clan would rise to greatness once more. And the Dao Cauldron truly rested with Ye Chen.

Soon, Luo Bingling witnessed another astonishing sight. The twinkling lights, like clusters of stars, were no stellar artifacts. Why did they resemble Extreme Dao weapons? In Ye Chen’s cave heaven, were Extreme Dao weapons counted in heaps? This was simply too outrageous!

Only after a long while did she forcibly calm her racing heart. She turned to Ye Chen, eyes wide with shock. She could scarcely imagine it. His cave heaven concealed so many powerful immortal artifacts—beyond comprehension. In her former self, learning this would have sparked resentment: hoarding such treasures yet unwilling to share even the Dao Cauldron.

But now, no such thought crossed her mind. She only wished her husband possessed even more immortal artifacts. Then, upon reaching Quasi-Immortal, he could smash enemies with them—crushing all opposition. Gauging the realm’s scale, truth dawned instantly. The external rumors must be deliberate smokescreens that Ye Chen spread.

As the direct heir of the Devouring Lineage, he plotted to ensnare this generation’s myriad races prodigies in one net. Perhaps even more ambitiously—to drain them until their lineages broke. How did she know he was the true heir?

Obvious! Both immortal artifacts of the Devouring Female Immortal rested here. If not the true heir, was he the speculated Alkaid Holy Son? The Devouring Lineage had always drawn scorn and fear. In the past, upon discovering this, she would have struck without hesitation or leaked the news. But now, joy filled her for Ye Chen alone. The immortal path allowed no retreat—advancing oneself was no sin!

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Yet the shocks within Ye Chen’s cave heaven were far from over for Luo Bingling. One might say they had only begun. When Ye Chen led her above the suspended immortal peak cluster, gazing at the main peak—shrouded in immortal mist from bearing eleven immortal roots, brimming with infinite charm like a true immortal realm, her beautiful eyes widened once more, filled with awe and disbelief.

The entire cultivation world held only twelve immortal roots. Each emergence could draw Quasi-Immortals from seclusion. Their rarity was evident. Yet Ye Chen alone claimed eleven? Especially the lush, spiritually radiant Fusang Divine Tree and the Enlightenment Tea Tree—leaving her utterly stunned.

She went numb. This was no ordinary cave heaven—the cultivation world’s most precious core treasury. As though all its essence and spiritual charm converged here.

This… this… this…

Her mind descended into chaos, surpassing even its former peak. She struggled to form coherent words. It was simply too outrageous.