Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 422: Heavy Pupils Are Nothing Special!

Elder He gazed at Yi Qingwu, his eyes tinged with nostalgia. If the moment weren't so inappropriate, he might have asked, "How's your grandmother doing?"

Elder Mo, meanwhile, furrowed his brow, scanning the surroundings before fixing his sharp gaze on Yi Qingwu. To him, this battle was pointless, but he could understand his Holy Son's weakness for a beautiful fiancée—after all, he'd been the same in his youth. Still, something felt off.

The instant Ye Chen leaped from the ship, Elder Mo sensed it. His hand shot out to pull Ye Chen back, but it was too late. Behind Yi Qingwu's stunning figure, twelve beams of divine light erupted, moving at an unthinkable speed. They solidified the void, forming a massive sphere that enveloped both her and Ye Chen, cutting off all outside sight.

Elder Mo's hand swept through, but it passed right through the sphere, as if it existed in a different plane of reality. He sneered. "The Twelve Stars Killing Formation? A petty trick, and you dare show it off before me?"

Raising his fist, he struck, unleashing a chaotic force that seemed capable of shattering the heavens. But at that moment, three figures descended from the void, each wielding profound laws and principles to block his attack. Among them was a middle-aged woman, graceful and regal, bearing a faint resemblance to Yi Qingwu. The other two were a middle-aged man and an elderly figure, both radiating the aura of Unity-stage powerhouses.

The woman smiled lightly, her charm captivating, and addressed Elder Mo and the stunned Elder He. "Let the younger generation settle their own battles. Why don't you two Fellow Daoists sit with us for some tea?" Her gaze lingered on Elder He, complex emotions flickering in her eyes, tinged with nostalgia. "Fellow Daoist He, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Elder He sighed, a trace of relief in his expression. Elder Mo, however, eyed the three coldly. "Step aside."

The Twelve Stars Killing Formation, a peerless array passed down from the Moon Palace and wielded by Yi Qingwu's lineage, was powered by the primordial spirits of twelve Deity Transformation cultivators. It could annihilate any foe, its might so great that even someone like Hua Yunfei might struggle to escape. Ye Chen, despite his extraordinary talent and deep inheritance, was still a step behind in cultivation. He could be in mortal danger.

Elder Mo's killing intent surged. The three, naturally, didn't budge. The elderly man sneered. "Mo Yixi, your cultivation's fallen to early Unity stage. Do you still think you're the same as back then?"

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow. "This space is sealed. You can't send for help."

The woman, still smiling, added, "Why make a fuss? Life and death among prodigies is normal, isn't it? If every genius could reach the top, the cultivation world would be overrun with Unity-stage masters and Mahayana cultivators would be as common as dogs. Just wait patiently—the outcome will be clear soon enough."

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Elder He's face darkened. They couldn't contact the Holy Land. Both he and Elder Mo were at the early Unity stage, while their opponents numbered three—two at early Unity and one at mid-Unity. No matter how you looked at it, they were outmatched. Worse, the enemy clearly had no intention of fighting, only delaying—stalling until Yi Qingwu could kill Ye Chen. The situation seemed hopeless.

Yet Elder Mo remained calm, eyeing the three. "My Immortal Platform may be shattered, but I haven't wasted these years. I have a technique that can push me to my peak, undefeated even against a Mahayana cultivator. If you three don't want to die, step aside."

Elder Mo stood, his voice steady but carrying a weight that made the trio's expressions harden. He was two generations older than Elder He, a figure who, in his prime, wasn't just another prodigy but one of the most dazzling, leaving countless legends. If not for his shattered Immortal Platform, he'd already be a Mahayana powerhouse. His words now demanded respect.

The middle-aged woman frowned. "I believe you, Fellow Daoist Mo, but even if you restore your peak, how long can you last? Why sacrifice your life for a fleeting chance at fate? With us three blocking you, no one would blame you for failing to save Ye Chen. The Heavenly Evolution Holy Land won't hold it against you."

Her words were sincere, her voice as captivating as Yi Qingwu's but with a mature allure. Yet Elder Mo was unmoved, a smirk curling his lips. "Before I die, I'll take all three of you with me." His aura surged violently. Having sworn to protect Ye Chen, he wouldn't stand by and watch him fall. No one would kill Ye Chen before he did.

But just as Elder Mo's power peaked, it abruptly halted. His pupils narrowed, staring past the trio. The three, sensing something, turned to look, their faces paling at what they saw.

Ye Chen's spiritual sense was now immensely powerful. The moment Yi Qingwu's array enveloped him, he sensed it. Even with the space locked, he could activate the Kun Peng Treasure Technique to escape. Yet he chose not to, allowing the formation to swallow him.

The world around him shifted. Stars glittered coldly around him, their chilling light piercing to the bone. Looking up, twelve massive stars shone in the sky, each formed from a cultivator's primordial spirit.

At the center, Yi Qingwu stood high above, her flawless beauty and immortal-like presence untouched by the killing array's menace. She glowed like a full moon, shrouded in ethereal moonlight.

"Your spiritual sense wasn't drained after all," she said, her voice a soft sigh, like an immortal from the Broad Cold Palace. "But even so, your Heavy Pupils disappoint me."

She had prepared for his Heavy Pupils, anticipating all sorts of contingencies. Yet Ye Chen had been trapped so easily, leaving her feeling she'd overestimated him. Still, her attack was merciless. Without another word, the twelve stars blazed, unleashing beams of divine light toward Ye Chen. Each beam was terrifying, brimming with destructive power. Together, they seemed capable of annihilating heaven and earth. The locked space left no room to dodge—even the Kun Peng Treasure Technique felt slightly sluggish.

But only slightly. Ye Chen transformed into a Kunpeng, effortlessly evading the twelve beams. Yi Qingwu showed no surprise. It would've been strange if he'd fallen so easily. With a delicate flick of her jade finger, the twelve stars spun faster, their relentless divine light pouring toward Ye Chen in an endless stream.

Ye Chen glanced up at the circling stars, feeling like he was staring down a Gatling gun. The sensation was oddly thrilling. But he had no time to waste. She was clearly here to kill him, so his earlier thoughts of chatting and gifting were gone. Still, as the "2500x fiancée," he'd give her two choices: submit and become his gift-dropping tool, or die.