Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 500: Ultimate Dao Sublimation

Yi Qingwuʼs reaction made Ye Chen smile. Gazing at her breathtaking face, he felt a surge of affection. Her mind might be a bit off, but she was genuinely good—always rushing to share treasures, dedicated to her ”marking” with rapidly improving skills, and now sincerely trying to protect him in this crisis.

He couldnʼt resist reaching out, gently stroking her head, feeling her silky hair. Though heʼd pressed her head during the marking, this tender caress was a first.

Yi Qingwu froze, instinctively wanting to pull away—she disliked head touches outside of ”business.”

But Ye Chenʼs warm, strong hand and his deeply loving gaze stirred memories of her fatherʼs doting looks from childhood. Her heart softened, and she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth.

Ye Chen spoke softly, ”Once the formation breaks, donʼt plead for me or try to save me. I donʼt want Heavenly Intention Holy Son to misunderstand and affect you.”

Her eyes opened, complex emotions swirling. Ying Tianshengʼs sudden return, with soaring strength to crush Hua Yunfei and a Mahayana protector, left Ye Chen doomed. Yet he refused her help, fearing it would harm her. He was willing to die for her sake. His heavy devotion weighed on her, stealing her breath.

She regretted it. If Ye Chen were just a lustful scoundrel as rumored, his death wouldnʼt faze her. But his selfless love—giving everything, even his life, like her father—changed everything. With her father gone, losing Ye Chen would break her heart. She shouldnʼt have dragged him into this. Regret flooded her, but it was too late.

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Inside the formation, Ye Chen waited calmly. The Mahayana strike, silent yet earth-shattering, seemed unstoppable, collapsing the void as it approached. But just then, a figure appeared before the formation, raising a hand to conjure boundless dao and laws, barely blocking the blow.

The crowd gasped. Someone blocked a Mahayana strike? Even if strained, it was shocking. Sharp-eyed onlookers recognized Elder Mo, Ye Chenʼs protector.

Ying Tiansheng frowned. Moʼs presence wasnʼt surprising, but daring to face a Mahayana attack was. Ye Chen must be skilled at winning loyalty for Mo to risk death.

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The white-haired Fang Qing, unfazed, smirked. ”Mo Yixi, your Immortal Platformʼs been shattered for years, yet you blocked my strike? How many more can you take?”

He knew Mo.

Mo, pale from the effort, looked puzzled. ”Who are you?”

Fang Qingʼs face darkened. Back then, Mo Yixi was a prodigy, making waves in the Central Continent, outshining many Holy Sons and entangled with several Holy Maidens. Fang Qing wasnʼt even on his radar. But now, he smirked. Times had changed. He was Mahayana, while Mo teetered on the edge of falling below Unity. They were worlds apart.

”You donʼt need to know me. Just know youʼre dead!” Fang Qing said coldly, thrilled at the prospect of killing someone he once looked up to.

Moʼs aged face turned resolute. ”Kill me?”

His aura surged, a terrifying pressure spreading across Great Shang Immortal City, making countless cultivators tremble. Even Fang Qing raised an eyebrow. Mo seemed to reclaim his peak, perhaps surpassing it, stirring danger in Fang Qingʼs heart.

Fang Qing knew Moʼs past—Mo had survived the Mahayana thunder tribulation but was betrayed over a woman, shattering his Immortal Platform and falling to Unity. Now, back at his peak, his strength was terrifying.

Moʼs black hair whipped wildly, eyes blazing with killing intent. ”Who dares kill me?” He stood like the lord of heaven and earth, his aura boundless.

Ying Tianshengʼs face paled. He hadnʼt expected Ye Chenʼs protector to regain his peak. What now?

Fang Qing, startled, sneered. ”I heard you have an Ultimate Dao Sublimation technique, burning lifeforce to reclaim your peak briefly. Thatʼs why your old enemies never hunted you down. But so what? How long can you last? I can wait—can you?”

He radiated dao aura, retreating a hundred miles to stand in the void, choosing to avoid battle. Simultaneously, he sealed Great Shang with immense Qi, blocking Mo from sending messages.

Moʼs face shifted, his trump card exposed. Fang Qingʼs refusal to fight denied him a final clash, leaving a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

Fang Qing grinned wider, relishing the control over a once-dazzling prodigy. Watching Mo weaken slowly before a crushing strike would be despairing.

Fang Qing was thrilled—he could wait. But Ying Tiansheng couldnʼt. His fiancée was still inside. What if Ye Chen, facing death, acted recklessly with her? The thought made his head throb, ready to explode. He urged Fang Qing, ”Senior, heʼs just clinging to life with Ultimate Dao Sublimation. You can crush him easily—why wait?”

Fang Qing glanced coldly, ignoring him. This kid didnʼt know Mo Yixiʼs past ferocity—humiliating Holy Son-level figures. Even slightly weaker than his prime, Moʼs sublimation was formidable. Fighting a desperate, doomed foe was the cultivation worldʼs taboo. Theyʼd drag you down with them. With over a millennium to live and a shot at immortality through his young lord, why risk dying with Mo?

Fang Qing dismissed Yingʼs urging entirely.