Immortality Starts With Investment

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Chen’s massive hand closed around the Holy Prince’s shrunken, one-meter-sixty frame. The monkey’s heads had yet to regrow. Terrifying destructive power churned in his palm. He was going to erase the Holy Prince completely.

The Holy Prince’s body was monstrous, forged by the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. He would not die easily. Any other king-level cultivator would struggle to seize this chance and finish him in his broken state. But Ye Chen was different. His grip tightened. The Holy Prince thrashed wildly. Yet inch by inch, his flesh was annihilated.

High above, a mighty expert from the Victorious Fighting Ape clan struck in fury. Since each side held half the array discs, neither could open the formation unilaterally. The great power hammered the barrier madly. Blue light rippled violently across the array. He roared threats, demanding Ye Chen stop.

Ye Chen ignored him completely and continued grinding the Holy Prince into nothingness. The array shuddered but held firm. After all, the Victorious Fighting Apes had spared no expense on materials, precisely to prevent interference from Heavenly Evolution experts during their prince’s debut battle. Even a Great Saint would need half a day to break it. A Ninth Heaven Quasi-Immortal would still require dozens of breaths.

At that moment, a cosmic cauldron vast enough to contain the heavens themselves materialized above the Heavenly Evolution forces. It smashed down toward the ape expert.

Realizing he could not save the Holy Prince, the ape roared in powerless rage. He threw a punch at the cauldron. The two Great Saints clashed and rapidly vanished into the depths of the starry void. Clearly, he was venting his helpless fury.

Great Saints stood at the Seventh Heaven. They were among the absolute peak existences of the cultivation world. Capable of plucking stars and wearing moons as crowns, of shattering worlds with a wave. When two such beings fought, their auras alone were cataclysmic. Divine light flooded the void, blinding and supreme. Even the shockwaves leaking from their battle threatened to collapse the entire realm.

Every onlooker’s gaze was involuntarily drawn upward. Even Ye Chen couldn’t help glancing skyward. And right then—Prince Lu Ya, who had been waiting patiently for this exact moment, moved. In a flash, he slipped inside the grand array.

The formation only barred those above the Third Heaven. He entered without resistance. Attacks from outside could not penetrate the barrier. To ensure a one-hit kill, to give Ye Chen no chance to react, Lu Ya had long since produced a crimson gourd. Golden divine runes crawled across its surface, mysterious and ominous. The mouth of the gourd was already open.

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Lu Ya chanted under his breath. The instant he entered—a blinding white light shot from the crimson gourd like lightning. It was a flying blade. But an extraordinarily strange one. It bore a faint illusory face with five features, and a pair of wings sprouted from its back. The moment it appeared, its phantom eyes fired two beams of even sharper white light. Like physical arrows that transcended space itself, they struck Ye Chen in an instant.

Ye Chen’s body froze.

Joy flashed across Lu Ya’s face. The Immortal-Slaying Gourd could seal the enemy’s primordial spirit and Qi completely. They could neither move nor resist.

Seeing success, Lu Ya no longer hesitated and shouted, ”Treasure, turn around!”

At his command, the bizarre flying blade with its ghostly face spun wildly. It whipped the air into eerie shrieks. Faster and faster—until it became a blurred white streak. Carrying boundless killing intent, it slashed toward Ye Chen’s neck.

Wherever the blade passed, space cracked like spiderwebs, fissures spreading in all directions. Its might was unimaginable, only now did the spectators realize Prince Lu Ya had entered the field. Shock rippled through the crowds. When they saw the Immortal-Slaying Gourd unleashed, their eyes widened further.

The timing was perfect!

Luo Bingling’s expression changed. The vertical pupil in her forehead began to open. Her slender waist twisted. Her enchanting figure shot toward the sky battlefield, killing intent blazing. She would not let Ye Chen die!

The Little Peacock King had still been hesitating. But seeing Lu Ya commit, he gritted his teeth and stepped onto his tri-colored divine light, streaking toward the battlefield. If Lu Ya went in and he stayed out. He would be the only one humiliated. So he had to enter.

But Lu Ya already seemed to have succeeded—the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was out. The Little Peacock King knew its terror better than most. Once locked on, spirit and Qi were sealed. No dodging, no blocking—only the flesh could resist.

Ye Chen’s body was strong, true. But compared to a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon like the Immortal-Slaying Gourd? A mantis trying to stop a chariot. Perhaps… he wouldn’t even need to lift a finger…

With these thoughts swirling, the Little Peacock King flew into the one-way sky battlefield.

The sudden reversal stunned the entire sea of onlookers. Prince Lu Ya had actually made his move. And he had successfully unleashed the Immortal-Slaying Gourd!

Joy surged through every cultivator of the myriad races. The human cultivators paled as one. The Immortal-Slaying Gourd’s infamous reputation was known to all. As a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon, its effects were simply too terrifying. It could seal the enemy’s primordial spirit and Qi completely.

No divine abilities, no techniques, no escape. And the blade itself was no less fearsome. Once it severed a head, even the most tenacious life force would struggle to recover. How does one fight without a head? Death was the only outcome. Even if Lu Ya’s cultivation was insufficient to wield its full might, a sneak attack made it lethally dangerous.

Everyone marveled at how exquisitely Lu Ya had seized the moment.

Yao Yuekong narrowed his eyes.

Yao Yuezhi’s beautiful gaze flashed. In that instant, she made her decision. Her willow-like figure left the immortal skiff without hesitation and shot toward the battlefield.

Yao Yuekong’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He knew his sister too well. She was obviously not flying in to gang up on Ye Chen. So… she believed Ye Chen could survive Prince Lu Ya’s ambush?

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