Immortality Starts With Investment

Seven-colored divine light surged from all directions, carrying terrifying obliterating force. Even without contact, its radiance stung Ye Chen’s flesh. He narrowed his eyes. Senior An’s past life was formidable—despite being a minor realm below him, it posed a threat.

But only a threat. Confirming An Miaoli was overtaken, Ye Chen acted decisively. His pores erupted with boundless Phoenix Immortal Fire, paired with True Phoenix Treasure Technique, incinerating all. His Heavy Pupils swirled with chaotic energy, forming a terrifying domain to suppress her instantly.

The fire blocked the seven-colored light, burning it away. His Heavy Pupil’s gaze enveloped An Miaoli. She squinted, surprised by his mastery of True Phoenix techniques, but sneered, ”Even Unity Path falls before me, let alone a native like you.”

Her surroundings blurred, as if she slipped into another dimension, evading his Heavy Pupil. Standing calmly, her icy eyes scanned him, her hand weaving, ”Seven Extremes World-Ender!”

Boom!

The seven-colored light morphed into a devastating force, seemingly world-destroying, engulfing Ye Chen. Unfazed, he unleashed the Battle Secret, dispersing it with supreme offensive might, then charged her.

An Miaoli, recognizing his techniques, grew murderous. ”Indeed, the Heavenly Emperor’s heir! You must die!”

Seven-colored light formed armor over her lithe frame, transforming her into a divine goddess. She fearlessly met his charge, clashing physically. Her movements wielded immense momentum, influencing the world. The Seven Extremes light neutralized most attacks, even redirecting them for counterstrikes.

Ye Chen was astonished. Her 2,000-fold multiplier tied to the Seven Extremes Immortal Body, slightly surpassing the Broad Cold Immortal Body. The remnant soul, likely of high realm, amplified her combat prowess.

Their battle shook the cave with muffled booms, yet both restrained collateral damage. The soul, aware of Ye Chen’s status via An Miaoli’s memories, avoided drawing attention. Ye Chen, protective of An’s reputation, did the same. Their control was almost tacit, preserving the cave.

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But as the fight dragged on, An Miaoli’s killing intent gave way to shock. Her identity and combat expertise surpassed most below True Immortal, yet she couldn’t suppress Ye Chen, failing to even scratch him. Her face darkened.

Ye Chen, cautious not to harm An’s body, hadn’t struck lethally but now aimed to end it. The Battle Secret sealed the void, trapping the soul. His Heavy Pupil flared with chaotic energy, enveloping her in Heaven-Opening might once more.

An Miaoli was finally trapped, standing in the pure land as her seven-colored divine light formed a barrier, resisting the suppressive force unscathed. Ye Chen was mildly surprised. His Heavy Pupil wasn’t invincible—Yi Qingwu had broken it, and Heavenly Intention Holy Son had freed her from it—but enduring it unaffected? She was the first.

His curiosity about her past life grew. Her words suggested enmity with the Heavenly Emperor, perhaps even as his foe. But curiosity aside, he moved to subdue her. Charging forward, his body surged to suppress her in the pure land.

Her seven-colored light flowed endlessly, holding him at bay, matching him momentarily. Yet the remnant soul grew anxious—she wasn’t his match. If not for Ye Chen holding back to spare her body, she’d have lost already. Unacceptable, her killing intent flared, unleashing potent seven-colored techniques, all effortlessly countered by Ye Chen.

”Dragon-Trapping Hand!” Closing in, Ye Chen used the True Dragon Treasure Technique, seizing her. The Battle Secret wove sealing bands, binding her wrists, ankles, knees, arms, and body, halting her spiritual Qi and resistance, trussing her like a bundle.

Humiliated, An Miaoli’s face burned with rage. ”Native, do you know who I am? Countless immortal gods trembled before me, begging for mercy. Even the Heavenly Emperor called me Senior! How dare you treat me this way? A king cannot be shamed—release me, or this realm will pay for you!”

Her icy threats didn’t faze Ye Chen, but her words felt off. Initially, he thought her past life was an immortal realm power. Now, she sounded like its enemy. He recalled the Heavenly Emperor severing the Jianmu Tree to isolate realms, partly to block myriad race True Immortals, but also to prevent foreign enemies from descending. Was her past life such an enemy?

Curiosity deepened, but her hostility ruled out dialogue. He needed to probe her sea of spirit sense to check if An Miaoli still existed—her survival mattered most. Pointing, he activated her brow’s red mole, opening her sea of spirit sense. His primordial spirit, blazing with purple aura, shot from his brow into hers.

An Miaoli was stunned, then elated. Entering her sea of spirit sense? Despite his odd purple aura, wasn’t this suicide?