Immortality Starts With Investment

The Nirvana Sacred Liquid was far too precious. Holding it now, Lan Nuo felt a trace of unease, fully aware that delays invited trouble. Better to use it quickly and sever all lingering desires outside.

She knew clearly. Once word spread, Quasi-Immortals and ancient fossils were likely already camped beyond the Immortal Path. She had to refine it before everyone’s eyes. Only then could she dash all hopes. Let those ancient existences rest peacefully in their clans.

Thus, under gazes brimming with envy and resentment, Lan Nuo settled cross-legged atop the divine peak. She uncorked the vial without hesitation and slowly poured out the Nirvana Sacred Liquid.

As it flowed, the golden substance shimmered with seven-colored starlight.

Lan Nuo guided it gently, directing it deep into her dantian to drizzle upon her Heavenly Spiritual Root. The instant it made contact, her delicate frame shuddered violently. Her aura surged like a raging tide. Beneath her flawless, jade-like skin, golden light faintly pulsed and flowed.

At the same time, endless seven-colored divine radiance cascaded from the heavens like a celestial waterfall, pouring eagerly into her limbs and bones, nourishing every inch of flesh and strand of meridian.

In that moment, a majestic presence—sacred upon the mortal dust, divine across the nine netherworlds—emanated from her, rendering her ever more transcendent and holy. Immortal aura swirled and shrouded her form, as though a true immortal had descended, untouched by worldly dust.

Seeing Lan Nuo decisively refine the Nirvana Sacred Liquid without pause, the onlookers—though long resigned to missing this fortune—sighed in unison. That was the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. To witness it yet lack the strength to claim it… The agony was unbearable.

Deep down, they had hoped the pair would keep refusing until carrying it out beyond the Immortal Path. At least it hadn’t gone to Ye Chen. Though formidable, without a Sacred Spiritual Root he remained within reach—everyone still had a chance.

Hadn’t the Chaotic Ancient True Immortal proven the same? Defeated time and again, pitifully weak—yet blessed with fortune. Many apex prodigies had crippled one another in mutual combat, their foundations shattered, strength regressed. Only then had the Chaotic Ancient True Immortal seized opportunities and ultimately ascended.

Yet their gazes toward Ye Chen now carried a different tint. The Heavenly Emperor’s heir had treated them as mere props in his gifting—utterly disrespectful, even intent on slaughtering them amid the chaos. His killing nature was staggering. But he truly spared nothing for his women.

Outrageous!

To be his woman meant even a Sacred Spiritual Root could be obtained. Unimaginably blissful.

The female cultivators present felt their hearts flutter. The males could only lament lacking the chance to flutter theirs.

Some harbored darker thoughts. They hoped that when Ye Chen stood one slender thread from seizing Immortal Qi, he would bitterly regret gifting away the Nirvana Sacred Liquid today.

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With the liquid already refined by Lan Nuo, no opportunity remained for them here. One by one, they withdrew. They also sent word outward: let the ancestors return.

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Many ancient fossils teetered on the edge of lifespan depletion. Some had already exceeded their natural limits, sustained only by desperate measures. At best capable of one or two battles before death. Every action drained vital essence. Better to return to slumber early.

Ye Chen, meanwhile, lounged idly beside Lan Nuo. He doubted anyone would court death by disturbing her refinement. Thus, he immersed his mind and turned his attention to the system.

But at that moment, a shout rang out: ”Heavenly Emperor’s heir—release me already! You used me to complete your gift, and the instant you reached out, I returned it immediately! You can’t still plan to kill me—that’s just bullying! My Fire Spirit Clan has never provoked you!”

The trapped myriad race prodigy bellowed desperately. As the departing crowd glanced at the Fire Spirit Clan prodigy still bound by the Heavy Pupil Pure Land, sidelong looks carried faint pity. The fellow truly had it rough. Had he not been quick-witted, immediately surrendering the vial, the next second would have seen him slapped dead by the Heavenly Emperor’s heir.

The heir’s heart was truly black, his killing intent staggering. Even the Heavenly Emperor himself hadn’t been this ruthless back in the day. Treating them as mere props in his gifting was bad enough—yet he still intended murder.

What was this? Did the Nirvana Sacred Liquid require a blood sacrifice before use? The more blood, the better the effect?

Ye Chen, interrupted by the shout, felt a twinge of awkwardness. He had indeed planned to casually swat the guy dead back then. A pity it didn’t happen. With a sweep of his hand, the Heavy Pupil Pure Land dissipated. The Fire Spirit prodigy fled in lingering terror, fearing another round of bait-and-kill.

The remaining onlookers followed suit, withdrawing hastily. They dreaded lingering lest Ye Chen accuse them of ill intent and squash them flat.

In moments, the small world cleared entirely. Watching them flee as though he were the plague, Ye Chen could only feel helpless. His lips twitched faintly. As his fishing expeditions multiplied and the prodigies he harvested grew in number, the survivors had grown ever more cunning. The leeks were getting harder to cut—a true shame.

Still, this journey along the Immortal Path had yielded an astonishing harvest of origin. Especially with two holy spirits delivering themselves. It would surely satisfy his fiancée. This time, Yi Qingwu could undergo perfect metamorphosis and attain the Acquired Chaos Body. A fine outcome.

Ye Chen dwelled on it only briefly. With the small world emptied, he could finally check the system’s feedback. He raised a hand, invoking the Array Secret to harness heaven and earth’s power, sealing the entrance with a grand formation. Only then did he immerse his mind in the system to view the feedback.

”Congratulations, Host, on successful gifting…”

”Gift: Nirvana Sacred Liquid!”

”Calculating 4,000x feedback…”

”Detected that the gifted item holds extreme importance to the recipient, triggering intense emotional fluctuation…”

”Top-notch critical hit activated!”

”Feedback: Nirvana Immortal Fetal Spring!”

”Nirvana Immortal Fetal Spring: Only where at least ten Immortal Kings have fallen may a single spring possibly form!”

”The Nirvana Immortal Fetal Spring can irrigate a spiritual root, transforming it into an immortal fetus. After one year of gestation, the fetus emerges, elevating the root to immortal spirit grade.”

”Immortal Spiritual Root—the pinnacle spiritual root of the immortal realm, appearing only in the primary world, possibly once every million years…”

”Favored by the will of the Heavenly Dao, every action aligns with Heavenly Intention…”

”Cultivation speed far surpasses the Sacred Spiritual Root, with autonomous cultivation technique operation and no conversion limit…”

”Immense amplification of the cultivator’s physique, innate divine abilities, cultivation techniques, and techniques—pushing combat potential to its absolute apex…”

”Innate immortal arts…”

”Possessing an Immortal Spiritual Root allows direct ascension to Immortal King without encountering any bottlenecks along the way…”

The dense cascade of descriptions left even the prepared Ye Chen wide-eyed. Lan Nuo had not disappointed. Under the top-notch critical hit, the Nirvana Sacred Liquid had directly evolved into a Nirvana Immortal Fetal Spring.

What should have been a Sacred Spiritual Root skyrocketed to an Immortal Spiritual Root. And the effects of the Immortal Spiritual Root exceeded even his expectations! It led straight to Immortal King!