Immortality Starts With Investment

Outside the array, Elder Mo was in high spirits. Though he’d invited everyone to sit for tea, when the Enlightenment Tea leaves were brewed, he poured only for Elder He, sipping his own cup with serene contentment. Halfway through, he glanced at the trio from Heavenly Intention Holy Land, puzzled. ”Why aren’t you drinking?”

The elderly cultivator from Heavenly Intention, likely nursing an old grudge—perhaps a past thrashing from Mo—scoffed. ”You didn’t pour us any.”

Elder Mo’s lips curled. ”I was just being polite. What, Heavenly Intention Holy Land can’t even afford a single Enlightenment Tea leaf? No way, right?”

His mocking tone left the old man trembling, pointing speechlessly. Back in the day, he couldn’t beat Mo and was ridiculed for it. Now, with Mo’s Immortal Platform shattered and his path broken, this was his chance to retort.

Yet, frustratingly, he still wasn’t sure he could win. The old man fell silent, inwardly vowing to pummel Mo if his cultivation ever dropped to Deity Transformation.

Yi Qingwu’s grandmother ignored her teammate’s humiliation, her gaze fixed solemnly on the array. Suppressing Ye Chen should have been a sure thing for Qingwu. But Ye Chen’s Two Yi Four Symbols Array and Extreme Dao Weapon were unexpected, stirring unease in her heart.

Still, Qingwu’s higher realm, mastery of Heavenly Intention’s Immortal Scriptures, Moon Palace techniques, and the half-complete Battle Secret taught by their Holy Son before his seclusion should ensure victory. Yet the worry lingered.

She glanced at Elder He, who was sipping tea and sneaking looks at her, lost in thought. There shouldn’t be any surprises, but if there were, she’d have to rely on old sentiments to ask him to stay out of it.

At that moment, a brilliant light tore through the sky, piercing the desolate void with an immortal aura. The group started, looking up in unison.

”That light… it’s familiar…”

”Is that the Heavenly Tribulation Light?”

”Who summoned it? Does Ye Chen have a Supreme Bone?”

”The Supreme Bone is a top-tier bloodline Divine Ability, its Heavenly Tribulation Light sweeping all in its path.”

”Impossible. Ye Chen already has Heavy Pupils—how could he have a Supreme Bone too? Only if both parents were supreme existences with Heavy Pupils and Supreme Bone would their child have a one-in-ten-thousand chance of inheriting both.”

The trio from Heavenly Intention was stunned, their expressions grim with shock. Ye Chen having Heavy Pupils was one thing, but hiding a Supreme Bone too? Either alone could forge a top-tier prodigy. For him to possess both was staggering.

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Elder Mo, however, wore a knowing look. He’d long suspected Ye Chen kept trump cards hidden. From his observations, Ye Chen only fought battles he could win. Against stronger foes, he’d shamelessly call for his senior brother. This was no surprise. Mo smiled calmly.

The middle-aged man spoke gravely, ”The Heavenly Tribulation Light may be formidable in records, but the Broad Cold Immortal Physique should be able to withstand it.”

The elderly cultivator nodded thoughtfully. Yi Qingwu’s grandmother, her beautiful eyes clouded with uncertainty, was about to speak when the Heavenly Light above intensified, growing even more radiant. Divine patterns swirled within, transforming the light into a massive hand, imbued with indescribable mystique.

The hand, like that of a god, was lustrous as jade, etched with divine patterns, exuding terrifying power capable of shattering anything. This time, the group was truly stunned. Elder Mo’s tea spilled onto himself.

”The Hand of Heaven? Ye Chen doesn’t have a Supreme Bone—he has a Primordial Supreme Heart? Legend says the Heavenly Emperor, after his bones were dug out, tapped his inner Dao root with great resolve, birthing a Primordial Supreme Heart even stronger than before. Its Heavenly Tribulation Light evolved into the Hand of Heaven, unmatched in the world! Is Ye Chen not just his heir, but his son?”

”The Primordial Supreme Heart isn’t limited to the Hand of Heaven—it holds even more mysteries, capable of aging and killing foes in a single strike. Ye Chen hasn’t mastered the Law of Samsara yet, but this Hand of Heaven is terrifying. Qingwu…”

The grandmother’s heart trembled at the sight of the fearsome hand. She could no longer sit still, moving to rescue her granddaughter. Ye Chen could live—she didn’t care anymore.

But Elder Mo chuckled, flicking his teacup. It exploded, shattering a swath of space to block her. ”Let the youngsters spar. Why should we old folks meddle? What, upset I didn’t pour you tea? Don’t worry, I’ll get you a cup.”

The trio’s battle intent surged, dimming the heavens. Mo, unfazed, rose leisurely, eyeing them with disdain. To save Ye Chen, he’d have needed to suppress them instantly, requiring him to activate Ultimate Dao Sublimation. But merely stalling them? Child’s play.

Due to Mo’s interference, the Hand of Heaven descended with unimaginable speed, piercing the Two Yi Four Symbols Array. The trio’s faces darkened as Yi Qingwu’s aura vanished within the array the moment the hand struck. The implication was clear.

”Mo, do you really want war with Heavenly Intention Holy Land?” the elderly cultivator roared.

Elder Mo, inwardly shocked by the Hand of Heaven’s might, said nothing, merely smiling at them—an infuriating silence. The grandmother clenched her fists, staring at the array. But soon, she exhaled in relief. Mo and the others, sensing a shift, raised their brows, glancing at the array in surprise.

The jade-white Hand of Heaven was terrifying, locking the heavens and earth. As it descended, it grabbed for Yi Qingwu. Despite her myriad techniques—transforming into lightning, moonlight, osmanthus—she couldn’t escape. Before the hand, she was powerless. It struck, and she fell.

Ye Chen was stunned. Since his Primordial Supreme Heart had advanced, awakening the Hand of Heaven, he’d never been forced to use it. Its power exceeded his expectations, felling Yi Qingwu in a single blow. A pity—she was a 2500x fiancée, and her ancient technique resembling the Battle Secret was now out of reach. But no matter. She’d come to kill him, so her death was justified.

His gaze turned to the Moon Palace, locked in a stalemate with his Diamond Ring. He’d try to claim it—perhaps it could yield an immortal artifact. That would make this worthwhile. Reaching out, Ye Chen tested whether he could seize the Moon Palace.