Immortality Starts With Investment

”Not worthy of the Holy Spirit Clan name for nothing—innately harboring heavenly laws within their bodies. Every movement draws upon the essence of heaven and earth!”

”This Little Stone Sovereign was birthed from divine stone, a child of the great earth—endless and inexhaustible. Heaven’s dao itself favors his every action!”

”The Holy Spirit Clan is nearly invincible at equal realms. Suppressing the Heavenly Emperor’s heir by a full great realm—he might truly slay him!”

”A pity that deficient Holy Spirits cultivate so slowly. In a thousand years, the Little Stone Sovereign has only advanced two minor realms. A perfect Holy Spirit’s cultivation speed would rival humanity’s Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo!”

The myriad races great powers exchanged divine sense transmissions. Some brimmed with anticipation, others with regret. All eagerly awaited the Holy Spirit Clan’s display. Save for the Divine Silkworm ancestor.

None of the other great powers had foreseen the Little Stone Sovereign’s presence in Myriad Races Immortal City. Much less his voluntary intervention. After all, the Holy Spirit Clan differed from ordinary myriad races.

Perhaps due to their extreme rarity, they cared only for fellow clansmen and their own completeness. Matters of myriad races interests or human prodigies concerned them little. Now, with the Little Stone Sovereign facing the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, it was an unexpected boon for the others.

On the human side, expressions varied. Feng Baiyu remained serene, betraying no trace of worry. The expert from the Central Continent’s Lan family, however, narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the Holy Spirit as though pondering something of utmost importance.

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Under countless focused gazes, the Little Stone Sovereign finally reached Ye Chen. His aura—capable of crushing all under heaven—erupted in full. Every gesture radiated divine might.

In this moment, the Little Stone Sovereign embodied utmost rigidity and strength, as though fused with the grand momentum of heaven and earth. One punch smashed forth. Terrifying force surged like a world-ending deluge.

The Holy Spirit Clan’s hallmark physical invincibility shone unmistakably. Countless hearts seemed to skip beats. Facing such a foe inspired only despair. In the path of the physique, this Little Stone Sovereign might truly surpass the Heavenly Emperor’s heir.

Yet Ye Chen, standing before him, remained calm as still water. His right arm rose slowly, muscles knotting like cast steel. Without flourish, he swung his fist in the most explosively domineering manner—meeting the blow head-on.

In this instant, Ye Chen resembled an ancient divine emperor descended upon the mortal dust, ruling supreme. Though his realm fell short, he seemed to gaze down upon his opponent from on high.

As the punch flew, it oppressed heaven and earth. Boundless momentum swept outward like a storm. As though nothing in the world could halt it.

Many onlookers, merely catching a distant glimpse, felt urges to submit. Even some saints felt the influence. The Heavenly Emperor’s heir intended to clash physically with a Holy Spirit Clan member.

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This scene shocked everyone once more. Gasps echoed in all directions.

The Heavenly Emperor’s heir was too proud. Even against a heaven-nurtured Holy Spirit, he showed no fear. This only heightened anticipation for the impending collision.

Boom...

Their fists collided solidly, like two primordial stars smashing together—earth-shattering. Terrifying divine light instantly engulfed the entire Heavy Pupil Pure Land. The shockwaves rippled outward like a raging tsunami, spreading in all directions.

Fortunately, the pristine realm held firm, containing the energy backlash. Otherwise, cultivators of lower realms might have been obliterated outright.

Even so, those below Mahayana nearly went blind from the radiance, their skin prickling in pain. The deafening crash left blood trickling from their ears.

Countless onlookers stared in stunned silence. This was a clash of pinnacle physiques? Truly too horrifying—as though capable of annihilating heaven and earth. Yet it only heightened their curiosity. Hearts raced with urgency to learn the outcome.

As vision gradually returned, they fixed their gazes on the pristine realm, awaiting the divine light’s dispersal to glimpse the center.

”Ah!”

At that moment, a roar filled with shock and unwillingness echoed forth.

Everyone turned toward the sound, eyes widening. It was the Little Stone Sovereign’s voice.

The next instant, the divine light faded. At last, the battlefield’s center came into view.

The Heavy Pupil Pure Land lay riddled with holes. Several prodigies within had their bodies directly shattered by the fallout. Evidence of the terrifying clash between the Heavenly Emperor’s heir and the Little Stone Sovereign.

But what concerned the crowd most were the two combatants. Upon seeing the result, all drew sharp breaths, faces etched with astonishment.

As the radiance cleared, Ye Chen stood unscathed—not even a corner of his robe torn. He appeared transcendent, like an immortal untouched by dust.

The Little Stone Sovereign of the Holy Spirit Clan, however, had half his stone body shattered. Even the intact half bore web-like cracks threading through it. The scene was too shocking—too absurd.

The Holy Spirit Clan’s physiques rivaled—or surpassed—the hardness of Extreme Dao weapons. A third-heaven peak existence like the Little Stone Sovereign could match mid-grade Extreme Dao weapons in durability.

Yet now, a single punch had nearly blasted him apart entirely. Just how monstrous was the Heavenly Emperor heir’s physique?

This defied all reason.

Ye Chen’s domineering, heaven-defying punch replayed endlessly in their minds, branded like an eternal mark.

Feng Baiyu’s lips curved in a smile. He had known this Little Stone Sovereign stood no chance. A perfect Holy Spirit might contend with Ye Chen at an equal realm. A deficient one? No hope at all.

That punch reminded him of his own reckless youth—clashing head-on in the same manner. Back then, he must have seemed just as overwhelming to onlookers. Yes, just as overwhelming.

The Lan family great power’s eyes lit up. The myriad races’ great powers, meanwhile, fell into collective silence. Deep in their eyes, amid the shock, flickered threads of despair.

Why did this Heavenly Emperor’s heir seem even more heaven-defying than the ancient one? If he continued growing, who could possibly stand against him? Among the myriad races, aside from the Celestial Emperor’s son—who reportedly cultivated scriptures beyond immortal texts and had undergone rebirth—who could check him?

They even began worrying for that yet-to-emerge prince. If this generation saw another human ascend to immortality, the myriad races truly had no future in the coming Age of Dharma’s End—reduced to scraping by in the Northern Domain.

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In this moment of complex emotions for all, the Little Stone Sovereign threw his head back and roared like a madman. His expression brimmed with grief, indignation, and refusal to accept defeat—as though losing to Ye Chen in the path of the physique was utterly intolerable.

He glared fixedly at Ye Chen and declared coldly, ”I refuse to accept this! Had my gestation site not been ravaged by great powers’ battle—forcing my premature birth, leaving me inherently deficient and without heaven-defying laws—how could I not be your match? Had I remained undisturbed in slumber until now, I would be perfect—flawless, at the quasi-immortal level! You, and everyone here, would be mere ants in my eyes!”