Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 330: The Void Mirror!

The man's face twisted with displeasure. He wanted to back off but couldn't bring himself to do so. His brand-new chariot was shattered, and Ye Chen, holding a beauty and looking down at him from his chariot with an air of supreme dominance, only fueled his frustration. The more he thought about retreating, the angrier he became.

As a scion of an ancient immortal clan, he had never suffered such a loss since stepping into the world. If he let this slide, wouldn't he become the first stepping stone in Ye Chen's rise to fame?

Gritting his teeth, the man raised the divine mirror he had used earlier, the one that had revealed Yao Xi's bloodline with a drop of his blood. His eyes burned with resolve to suppress Ye Chen. As he poured his spiritual qi into it, the mirror, adorned with ancient array patterns, erupted with a heaven-destroying aura.

The void within a ten-thousand-mile radius froze, and the flow of the world seemed to halt. A vast power of the void coalesced on the mirror's surface, locking onto Ye Chen with an intensely dangerous presence.

Yao Xi sensed it, her heart trembling, but she didn't try to flee. Instead, she clung tightly to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. He had seen the mirror before—it was merely a top-grade spiritual treasure. Yet its power far exceeded that level. The Yao Clan… a mirror… He had a faint guess about its identity, but his expression remained calm.

In the next moment, a brilliant divine light burst from his brow.

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High above, two figures with terrifying auras sat cross-legged, facing each other. A small table between them wafted with the fragrance of tea. One was Elder Mo, Ye Chen's Protector. The other was a clan elder from the Yao Clan, the man's Protector.

The Yao Clan elder had been frowning while sipping his tea, distracted by his young master's brutal beating, ready to intervene if things turned dire. But now, seeing the young master wield the mirror, he relaxed and looked at Elder Mo calmly. "Fellow Daoist Mo, you'd better act soon. That's the Void Mirror. Though it's only a replica, a top-grade spiritual treasure, it's been kept near the true immortal artifact for centuries, absorbing its aura. Its power is beyond imagination."

To his surprise, Elder Mo merely glanced at the scene and continued sipping his tea, seemingly unconcerned. As a Unity Realm cultivator, every such figure was a titan in their own right. The Yao Clan elder, noting Mo's composure, sensed something unusual. Could the fourth Holy Son, a mere early Nascent Soul cultivator, really handle a replica of the Void Mirror?

He set down his tea, turning his attention to the battlefield, wary of any unexpected turns.

Staring at the divine mirror, Ye Chen's expression remained calm as a divine light flashed from his brow once more. In the next moment, a small bell wreathed in boundless Black Yellow Primordial Essence floated out. With a gentle shake, a resonant chime echoed through the heavens and earth.

The man's brows furrowed. The Black Yellow Primordial Essence Bell—he had heard of it before, but seeing it now, he realized its grandeur and extraordinariness. It was indeed forged entirely from Black Yellow Primordial Essence, adorned with endless divine runes, clearly a supreme treasure with limitless potential.

Yet, the man gritted his teeth and poured more power into his replica Void Mirror. No matter how terrifying the Black Yellow Primordial Essence was, his mirror, crafted from top-tier immortal gold and imbued with the aura of an immortal artifact for a century, was no less formidable. How could Ye Chen's bell possibly withstand it?

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The mirror's aura reached its peak, unleashing a terrifying beam of void-infused divine light that shot toward Ye Chen. The surrounding world trembled, cracks spiderwebbing through the void.

Ye Chen's expression didn't waver. The small bell spun, releasing a cascade of Black Yellow Primordial Essence that surged forward, clashing directly with the void divine light.

At the moment of contact, the bell paused briefly. But then, the divine runes on its surface ignited, radiating blinding light. A myriad of profound energies erupted, and the void divine light could no longer hold, shattering inch by inch. The bell, unstoppable, obliterated the divine light and hurtled toward the man.

His face paled, eyes wide with disbelief. The replica Void Mirror, now dim after unleashing its light, rose to meet the bell. But a replica was just that—a replica. Even after a century of basking in an immortal artifact's aura, it remained a mere imitation. The clash resounded with the sound of shattering glass as the mirror broke apart.

The man spat blood, staring in shock at the bell, which continued its relentless advance. He couldn't comprehend it—how could he be losing?

Ye Chen, however, wasn't surprised. A mere replica dared to challenge his Black Yellow Primordial Essence Bell, tempered by heavenly tribulation, infused with his lifetime of insights, divine runes, immortal scriptures, treasure techniques, and the profound laws of top-tier bloodline Divine Abilities? It never stood a chance.

The man had played all his cards and was now vulnerable to a single strike. But Ye Chen held back from killing him. The man had come for Yao Xi, claiming she was part of the Yao Clan. Ye Chen needed answers.

The bell returned, and the Heavenly Emperor War Chariot surged forward, its speed amplified by the Kun Peng Phenomenon. In an instant, the man was struck again, purple blood raining across the sky as half his chest caved in. As he tried to heal and escape into the void, Ye Chen waved his hand, pulling the man before him.

In the void, Elder Mo continued sipping his tea calmly, savoring the shifting expressions on the Yao Clan elder's face.

Protectors like them had a certain camaraderie. While the prodigies below fought fiercely, Protectors would gather to chat, sip tea, reminisce about old times, and catch up on recent events—discussing who from their generation had passed away or who had stumbled into some miraculous fortune and advanced further. Most Protectors, after all, were those whose paths had reached their end.

The major Holy Lands, ancient immortal clans, and undying dynasties rarely fought to the death. Each was backed by immortal artifacts, and without a true immortal emerging, none could destroy another. So, aside from chatting, watching the other's sour expression was a source of amusement.

The Yao Clan elder's face was indeed sour, much to Mo's delight. When the replica Void Mirror shattered and Ye Chen's chariot barreled toward the young man, the Yao elder had nearly intervened. But noticing Ye Chen held back, showing no intent to kill, and glancing at Yao Xi by his side, the elder's expression softened. A faint smile even curved his lips.

Mo was puzzled. The Yao Clan's prized prodigy had been thoroughly dominated, and yet the elder was smiling?

The Yao Clan elder sighed with admiration. "This fourth Holy Son is truly favored by the heavens. The Black Yellow Primordial Essence Bell is already extraordinary, but I sensed the auras of multiple immortal scriptures and Ten Vicious Treasure Techniques within its divine runes. His fortune is staggering, perhaps even surpassing Hua Yunfei's. If he matures, he'll be no less formidable than Hua Yunfei. But it seems he's dao partners with our clan's Holy Maiden."

A sly glint appeared in his eyes. "We should foster closer ties. Whatever Heavenly Evolution Holy Land can offer, our Yao Clan can match—perhaps even exceed. After all, if he becomes our clan's son-in-law, he's family."

Elder Mo's lips twitched. "Your clan's Holy Maiden died not long ago. The selection for the new one hasn't even been decided."

The Yao Clan elder, still smiling, sipped his tea. "Since Yao Xi is Ye Chen's dao partner, why not give her the Holy Maiden title? The women we've left scattered outside are of average talent anyway. If we choose Yao Xi, we might even get a Black Yellow Primordial Essence Bell as a betrothal gift. That's a massive win!"

Mo's face darkened. After all these years, this old fox was still shameless as ever.