Immortality Starts With Investment

The remnant soul held nothing back, revealing everything needed to advance the Seven Extremes Immortal Body. Fearing Ye Chen’s doubt, she even opened her core for him to probe her memories.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, now understanding the Seven Extremes Heavenly Maiden’s origins. She was a supreme being from the Sixth Realm.

The Sixth Realm? Ye Chen frowned. Were the immortal realm’s enemies not just one world? Though these matters felt distant—perhaps the war had already ended—he couldn’t help but ask.

The remnant soul sneered. ”The Sixth Realm is long gone. Your world’s enemies aren’t just the Sixth Realm but countless worlds like it. Cultivation’s getting harder, isn’t it? That’s just the start. It’ll only get worse. If not for that Heavenly Emperor’s bit of skill, heh…”

She brimmed with confidence, as if this world’s fate was doomed. Ye Chen frowned. The soul was extraordinary; he couldn’t access all her memories. But her arrogance irked him.

You were split into seven by the Heavenly Emperor, yet you call him ”somewhat skilled”? What does that make you?

Ye Chen had seen through her—her only real strength was her sharp tongue.

Still, the power of a fully realized Seven Extremes Immortal Body intrigued him. Its seven-colored divine light could sweep through anything, impervious to all laws, with earth-shaking attack power. It was the Sixth Realm’s top physique, unmatched. Its strength was undeniable. Helping Senior An achieve it would yield immense rewards. But the required treasures were staggering.

”The Seven Extremes Immortal Body needs twelve unique immortal root essences to advance?”

An Miaoli, listening nearby, was shocked by the first step alone. She knew what immortal roots were. Ye Chen had one; she’d even touched it. Her body’s issues stemmed from the Enlightenment Tea Tree.

Otherwise, per the remnant soul, she wouldn’t awaken memories of the Seven Extremes Heavenly Maiden until ascension. Each immortal root was a rare treasure. Gathering twelve was unthinkable. And even that would only advance the body halfway. The later requirements were even more absurd.

The remnant soul smirked. ”The Heavenly Dao treats all things equally. Every world has twelve unique immortal roots. Immortal root essence can push the Seven Extremes Immortal Body to maturity. It’s your only shot to resist the main body. Activate it, and you’ll have a fighting chance, not just be devoured. Otherwise, no matter your cultivation, the main body’s single thought will crush you. Before maturity, you must stay pure, or you’ll lose all chance to resist. As for reaching full mastery, that’s even harder. This world’s resources can’t do it—no point discussing it.”

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The soul laughed gleefully. It was a blatant scheme. Unless An Miaoli gave up, uncaring about being devoured by the main body, she’d protect her purity and strive to advance her Seven Extremes Immortal Body to face the main body later. But immortal roots were any world’s rarest treasures. Only a world-suppressing prodigy could hope to gather them. This was just bait—to keep An Miaoli pure.

An Miaoli saw through it all, her cold eyes staring at the remnant soul before turning to Ye Chen. ”Please, Fellow Daoist Ye, help me erase it!”

Ye Chen nodded. No matter the choice, the remnant soul couldn’t stay. If they let their guard down, Senior An could be taken over again—a disaster. Ye Chen felt no pity for the soul, despite what he’d done to it before. His terrifying spiritual sense surged, forming a massive spiritual grindstone to crush the soul.

The remnant soul wasn’t afraid, only glancing coldly at Ye Chen. When the immortal gate opened, the main body would devour An Miaoli. And when it learned what Ye Chen had done to her today, he’d wish for death.

Boom…

At the final moment, the remnant soul vanished.

Ye Chen exited An Miaoli’s sea of spirit sense and opened his eyes. Her bound physical body slowly opened its eyes too, her familiar cold gaze meeting his. Ye Chen raised a hand to release the spiritual Qibinding her, but An Miaoli shook her head. ”No need, Fellow Daoist Ye. After being gone so long, has your nether poison flared up? If you’re unwell, use me to purge it!”

Her voice was calm, natural, as if discussing something mundane. Ye Chen’s lips twitched. Bondage wasn’t his thing. And Senior An clearly wasn’t talking about minor aid—she meant to fully sacrifice herself to cleanse his poison.

Speechless, Ye Chen withdrew his Qi, freeing her body. Then he spoke. ”Senior An, don’t you want to advance your physique to maturity? Your current physique already rivals the top female cultivators. With your own cultivation, you could ascend someday. If, as the remnant soul said, it could go further, you could stand at the immortal realm’s peak.”

This was every cultivator’s dream—no one could resist it. But An Miaoli remained calm, unshaken by the dazzling future, shaking her head. ”Twelve immortal root essences? Impossible. Some are held by ancient immortal families. Others, like the Fusang Divine Tree, may be extinct. Gathering them is unthinkable. It’s just the remnant soul’s delay tactic to keep me pure. But the more the enemy wants, the more I’ll defy them. I won’t let them have their way.”

Her will was unyielding. Ye Chen smiled, saying nothing, only taking her jade hand and stepping into his small world.

The small world now flowed with spiritual qi, like an immortal realm. But the most striking sight was Ye Chen’s main peak. At its summit, three immortal trees swayed in the breeze.

An Miaoli’s stunning eyes widened instantly. She knew the Enlightenment Tea Tree. She’d seen the Moon Laurel Tree last time Ye Chen returned. But the Fusang Divine Tree? This was her first time seeing it.

Ye Chen’s small world held three top-tier immortal roots. Did he bring this back from the Endless Sea? One trip, one immortal root? Even the Heavenly Emperor coveted such roots but never obtained them. Yet Ye Chen collected three so casually? Unbelievable. Immortal roots, treasures of legend—how were they as common as cabbages in Ye Chen’s hands?