Immortality Starts With Investment

”Congratulations, Host, for a successful gift!”

”Gift: Self-crafted top-tier Dao Weapon!”

”2,000-fold feedback in progress…”

”Detected: Gift is highly significant to the recipient, triggering a critical reward!”

”Reward: Extreme Dao Weapon, Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod!”

”Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod: Once wielded by the Victorious Fighting Emperor during his Mahayana stage, the ultimate weapon of combat.”

With Senior An Miaoli, things were already busy. Then An Yuyi was brought into the small world. With three people, it got even busier. Five days later, the Star Pool’s water turned murky. Only then did Ye Chen find time to check the feedback.

An Extreme Dao Weapon, as expected. Ye Chen was thrilled. He’d given the Diamond Ring to his senior brother and planned to give the Moon Palace to Yi Qingwu. Now, he finally had his own Extreme Dao Weapon, boosting his sense of security. The Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod? It reminded him of that monkey from his past life, though they weren’t the same.

In this world, the Victorious Fighting Emperor, creator of the Victorious Fighting Law, fought heaven and earth with terrifying might. Wielding the Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod, he nearly swept all foes in his era. Its killing power was unimaginable.

Ye Chen gazed at the cudgel floating in his sea of spirit sense, deeply satisfied. With his Battle Secret and, in the future, the Mahayana stage, paired with this devastating weapon, who could stand against him? Truly a treasure.

But Ye Chen wasn’t content. He planned to collect more Extreme Dao Weapons—swords, spears, cudgels, bows, a full set. With the myriad races emerging, as the inexplicable heir of the Heavenly Emperor, he’d be targeted on the immortal path. Different weapons for different racial prodigies, like using the bow against the Golden Crow Clan—specialized tools for better results.

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The cultivation world grew livelier. As the immortal path’s opening neared, myriad race prodigies began moving from the Northern Region, appearing in Central Continent. Some clashed with human prodigies.

Victories went both ways—some to the myriad races, some to humans. Human experts, resentful, believed the myriad races should stay in the Northern Domain and attacked their prodigies. This provoked joint retaliation from myriad race ancestors, sparking a massive battle.

The outcome was unclear, but the myriad races officially returned to the Central Continent, even reviving the ancient Myriad Races Holy City as their stronghold, causing friction nearby.

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People were shocked to find this generation’s prodigies were exceptionally strong. Physiques lost since ancient times reappeared. Among the myriad races, the legendary Heavenly Demon Body emerged, along with many bloodline atavists, their power rivaling their ancestors. Human prodigies shone just as brightly, with Heavy Pupils, Immortal Body, and Holy Body appearing.

Many sighed in awe. The cultivation world might be entering its second golden era since the Heavenly Emperor’s time. But their only regret? This could be the last.

Prodigies flocked to Central Continent, seeking fame, seizing opportunities, clashing with peers to hone their skills. Faced with perhaps the only chance to ascend, no one dared miss it. Among them, discussions about Ye Chen, the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, were rampant. Many myriad race prodigies challenged him, eager for a fight. Human prodigies, too, were curious about his Heavy Pupil and Innate Supreme Heart. But the Heavenly Emperor’s heir never appeared.

Word spread: Ye Chen wasn’t in Central Continent. Instead, he remained in seclusion at the Holy Land in the Great Yan Continent. This disappointed many. At this stage, seclusion yielded little. Cultivation now required experience and insight, not just meditation. Voices in Central Continent claimed the Heavenly Emperor’s heir lacked the courage to step foot there due to his cultivation. The rumor gained traction, becoming mainstream.

Those who believed in him were let down. Past Heavenly Emperors and their heirs were bold, sweeping all foes regardless of strength. This generation’s heir, though more talented than even the original Emperor, seemed lacking in spirit. Too timid to come to the Central Continent. This tarnished the Heavenly Emperor Hall’s reputation, with critics saying it was declining.

Inside the Hall, discontent grew—Ye Chen’s inaction was shaming their name. Some even proposed sending people to Great Yan to urge him to the Central Continent, to fight prodigies and restore the Hall’s honor.

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Ye Chen, the focus of all this, had no intention of going to Central Continent. He was in a rapid growth phase, improving daily. With Lin Qingtan in the Holy Land, he could gift daily, reaping countless resources. Plus, Senior An’s 2,000-fold critical hit potential meant he could get nearly anything without risking battles. Why bother joining the chaos in Central Continent? Only when the immortal path opened and quotas were at stake would he care.

As he mused, Sect Leader Feng Baiyu arrived, still scholarly but with an increasingly terrifying aura. Ye Chen knew: within two years, his sect leader would break through to the Unity Stage.

”Greetings, Holy Master!” Ye Chen stood, saluting.

Feng Baiyu, fanning himself with a Golden Crow feather fan, nodded with a smile. ”I’m here to tell you to hurry up and improve. I’ve been suppressing my cultivation, but it’s growing too fast. I’ll soon break through to Mahayana. You need to catch up, or how will you compete with Hua Yunfei for Holy Son?”

Ye Chen’s lips twitched. Holy Master, must you show off every time?

”Is that all you came for?” Ye Chen was ready to see him out.

Feng Baiyu shook his head. ”The Heavenly Emperor Hall in Central Continent contacted our outpost. They say the myriad races’ Heavenly Demon Body has emerged. They want you to fight it and uphold the Heavenly Emperor’s legacy!”

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. What? They’d named him the Heavenly Emperor’s heir without asking, gave him no benefits, and now expected him to fight their battles? Was the Heavenly Emperor Hall full of idiots?

When he got to Central Continent, he’d deal with those old fools first. His dislike for the Hall grew. As for leaving the Holy Land for the Central Continent? Impossible. For over a year, he’d been diligently gathering immortal roots through feedback. His gains were immense. Success was near.