Immortality Starts With Investment

The yin-yang millstone Ye Chen unleashed was terrifying, spanning millions of miles, each rotation threatening to obliterate the world. In an instant, it not only devoured the starlight but also shattered Chen Lingxiao’s domain. The vast starry sky vanished in a flash.

Under Chen’s incredulous gaze, Ye Chen calmly raised a hand. The yin-yang millstone pressed downward, its terrifying suction locking onto Chen, denying him escape.

Chen’s expression shifted as he activated his Star River Dao Weapon, enveloping himself in countless orbiting stars for protection. He also invoked a mysterious Dao and law. Each rotation of the millstone destroyed countless stars, but more instantly formed, endlessly shielding him.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, impressed by the dao weapon Chen had looted from a tomb. Fan Qinghe called out, ”Holy Son, that’s the Star River King’s dao weapon, infused with countless divine materials and dozens of great stars over a century, aiming to become an Extreme Dao Weapon. Though it failed, its power, enhanced by the Star River King’s blood and dao, far exceeds ordinary Dao Weapons, endlessly generating stars!”

The Heavenly Desire Sect wasn’t known for strength, but its female disciples and elders had close ties with many powerful cultivators, often discussing the Dao late into the night. Their intelligence network was unmatched. As the Divine Maiden, Fan Qinghe had access to many secrets.

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. What a treasure! If he gifted it later, it could yield a top-tier Extreme Dao Weapon. This fight wasn’t in vain. He waved, dismissing the millstone. With his ten-thousandfold Yin-Yang Qi, he recovered faster than he consumed. But since the Star River artifact was inexhaustible, there was no need to grind it down slowly. A single devastating strike was the way.

His Multiplier Secret could trigger a tenfold boost, perfect for this foe. It was also a chance to test its activation rate. If it were too unreliable, he’d rely on it less in future battles.

Seeing the millstone vanish, Chen Lingxiao exhaled, thinking Ye Chen had given up. He recognized the gap in their strength—Ye Chen’s dominance reminded him of ancestral tales of the terrifying Heavenly Emperor. He didn’t want to die or force his clan to replace another divine son. Unless his Seventh Ancestor intervened.

Chen sent a transmission, but the Seventh Ancestor sighed in response. The Heavenly Emperor had crushed their clan’s prodigies, replacing three divine sons in three years. Now his heir was overwhelmingly dominant.

”There’s no chance,” the ancestor replied. ”Too many spectators, and the Heavenly Desire Sect has a Mahayana expert. We can’t silence them all. Killing Ye Chen is easy, and the remote Heavenly Evolution Holy Land is nothing, but the Heavenly Emperor Hall’s retaliation could wipe out our clan.”

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”Leave,” he urged. Since they couldn’t win or kill, retreat was the only option. As the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, Ye Chen’s strength could be praised to save face—Chen’s loss wouldn’t be shameful.

The Seventh Ancestor appeared, his divine aura overwhelming, exuding Mahayana-stage might. He glanced at Ye Chen, then reached to take Chen Lingxiao away.

The crowd erupted, unsurprised. Protectors often stepped in to save their prodigies before they fell. Spectators marveled at the Fourth Holy Son’s dominance. No wonder the Heavenly Intention Holy Son was split in two— even a Central Continent prodigy, a realm above, was no match. Cleaving the Heavenly Intention Holy Son in half made perfect sense.

Seeing the Seventh Ancestor intervene, Ye Chen smirked coldly. A massive hand shot from the void, clashing with the ancestor’s, blocking his path. A booming voice followed: ”Think you can offend our Fourth Holy Son and just leave?”

Chen Lingxiao’s expression shifted. The Seventh Ancestor squinted at the figure, sensing their early Unity-stage aura. ”Mo Yixi? Didn’t you sublimate and die?”

He knew Mo Yixi, famous in the Central Continent after his battle with Fang Qing, captured in widely sold recording stones. Rumor had it Mo died after his Ultimate Dao Sublimation, delighting many holy lands and clans.

Mo Yixi, face stern, retorted, ”Die? How could I? My genius crafted an unparalleled Ultimate Dao Sublimation technique with three chances, each stronger than the last. I’ve got two left—want to try them?”

The ancestor’s eyes held doubt but he hesitated to fight Mo. ”Why make a prodigy battle life-or-death? Since neither side can win, let’s end it. I’ll take my divine son and go.”

Mo Yixi grinned. ”You don’t know our Holy Son. Insult him, fine. Covet his woman? Unacceptable. He’s not leaving today.”

The ancestor’s face darkened. ”No room to negotiate?”

Mo’s silence spoke volumes. The ancestor’s killing intent surged, his body radiating boundless dao charm, rippling the void. A mountain-sized hand lunged at Mo. ”Since you refuse respect, I’ll crush your remaining sublimations!”

Mo reacted swiftly, forming seals and roaring. His aura spiked to the peak of Immortal Platform’s first heaven in a blink, shattering the ancestor’s hand and charging forward.

The ancestor, unfazed, reassured the defending Chen Lingxiao, ”With the Star River’s protection, you’re safe. Once I deal with this fool, I’ll come for you.”

As Mo blocked the ancestor, Ye Chen sprang into action, closing in on Chen Lingxiao with ferocious dao and law attacks. Even Unity-stage cultivators would struggle against them, but the Star River Dao Weapon held firm, its stars endlessly regenerating, perfectly shielding Chen.

Chen remained calm, confident his ancestor would easily defeat the ”washed-up” Mo and rescue him. Ye Chen’s efforts were futile. ”Covet your woman? So what? You think I’ll die? Try killing me!” Unable to beat Ye Chen, Chen sought superiority elsewhere.

The ancestor thought the same. But in the next moment, his face paled. Chen, smug under his Star River shield, widened his eyes in terror.

Ye Chen, already exuding an aura beyond a Deity Transformation cultivator, surged tenfold—not a mere fraction, but a full ten times stronger.

”Multiplier…” the ancestor realized, lunging desperately to save Chen.

Too late.

Ye Chen’s fist struck. The Star River shattered. The void within ten thousand miles collapsed. The punch seemed to smash the world back into primordial chaos…