Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 796: Self-Severing a Blade!

"Since that is the case, let us depart!"

One of the elders called out cheerfully. "Everyone aboard my vessel—it's a high-grade Extreme Dao flying boat, plenty of room. Nephew, invite your Heavenly Evolution Holy Land elders aboard as well. My boat is so swift—they might struggle to keep up otherwise!"

Ye Chen and the others present twitched at the corners of their mouths. They knew the elder was thrilled with his new Extreme Dao vessel. But no one expected him to start showing off immediately...

Ye Chen recalled his previous life—freshly buying a car, driving even for a pack of cigarettes. This senior would likely pilot his vessel for every outing in the foreseeable future...

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Lan Nuo's travels naturally included guardians. Moreover, after Ye Chen's recent slaughter of myriad races prodigies, the Lan family dispatched four elders as a precaution. Aboard the vessel now, they chatted warmly with Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's supreme elders—cordial as in-laws.

Ye Chen and Lan Nuo, meanwhile, enjoyed private time within the immortal boat. The others tactfully avoided disturbing them.

"Master, I came only to find a chance to display what I've learned—no other intent."

Nestled in Ye Chen's arms, Lan Nuo explained softly, "Though the Nirvana Sacred Liquid came from Lan intelligence, lacking the strength to claim it means no fate with it. I harbor no thoughts—besides, I feel my Heavy Pupils suffice. Master needs only take me out more for trials—to show off before others."

This drew a chuckle from Ye Chen. Truly a contented good girl. The less she contended, the more he wished to give.

Yet for now, Ye Chen revealed nothing—merely stroking her head gently. "I know."

His trust delighted Lan Nuo. She tilted her head up proactively, attempting the deep kisses described in storybooks. The tongue-battling kind.

Ye Chen felt helpless against this rebellious disciple. But refusal seemed unkind—he allowed her everything.

Soon, cheeks flushed crimson, Lan Nuo's delicate frame trembled. She stole an incredulous glance at Ye Chen. Then squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Storybooks hadn't lied.

Men, kissed long enough, truly let hands wander to fitting places. Yet this was precisely what she craved.

She offered no resistance—instead softening further. Sinking deeper into the sweet intimacy...

Amid the bliss, she also hoped this Immortal Path venture with Ye Chen. It would yield chances for her own showing off before others.

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Immortal Path, Fourth Realm.

With a flash from the teleportation array, two figures emerged atop it. Teleportation sites bustled invariably. Cultivators traded intelligence or goods here—forming markets around the arrays. The fourth realm hosted mostly semi-saints. Such powerhouses were commonplace.

Yet as the two stepped forth, terrifying auras erupted like tidal waves, sweeping in all directions. Every cultivator in the market startled. Gazes snapped toward the array, faces etched with fear.

Who unleashed such a horrifying presence? Even peak semi-saints felt chills. Among semi-saints—who possessed such terror? Could it be the Heavenly Emperor's heir had arrived?

At this thought, tension gripped everyone's hearts. Especially the myriad races present—they retreated hastily, some even contemplating flight. But upon discerning the newcomers' appearances, the field fell into utter silence save for collective gasps.

One figure stood three meters tall, wreathed in roaring flames—like a mobile volcano. His body resembled not flesh but superheated molten metal. Streams of violent fire serpents writhed across his surface.

His eyes blazed like twin burning suns, radiating blinding light. Where his gaze fell, space distorted and warped. No one dared meet it—fearing their eyes might melt.

The other possessed a jade-like frame, flowing with endless lunar radiance. Yet this moonlight offered no gentleness—only bone-piercing chill. The fluorescence trailing him froze the void white. Merely looking upon him induced shivers. His eyes resembled twin grand moons—utterly indifferent...

"It's Flame Heart Saint and Moonlight Saint! How can they return to the fourth realm? Impossible!"

Recognizing them, torrents of shock crashed through every cultivator's heart. Both were fifth-heaven saints—Holy Spirits. One birthed from Flame Heart Glazed Flame Stone. The other from Moon Essence Divine Crystal. Both emerged around ten thousand years ago. Long reaching fifth heaven, renowned throughout the cultivation world.

In the Immortal Path's fifth realm, they stood at the apex. Personally slaying several human and myriad races saints—combat prowess unmatched. Though terrifyingly strong, their deficient Holy Spirit cultivation speed—agonizingly slow—doomed them without ascension hope. Thus, no apex existences troubled them.

Yet now, these two saints—why could they reenter the fourth realm?

Impossible.

Had the Immortal Path malfunctioned?

But soon, sensing their auras, eyes widened once more. Flame Heart Saint and Moonlight Saint's presence was not saint—but a peak semi-saint.

This discovery shocked all anew. Their regression clearly wasn't from defeat. Thus, they had self-severed a realm—dropping a full great realm. For deficient Holy Spirits, cultivation agonizing—one great realm might demand one or two millennia, or longer.

What in the fourth realm warranted such colossal sacrifice—self-severing to enter?

Instantly, all gazes burned upon them. Some prodigies' eyes regained confidence. Saints—they would yield. But fellow semi-saints? A fight remained possible.

Curiosity consumed them: what drew these two Holy Spirits? Surely an extraordinary opportunity. Moreover, some prodigies' elders had fallen to them.

At once, a golden-haired man—like cast from gold—rose slowly, coldly overlooking the pair. His aura was formidable—undoubtedly a peak semi-saint.

Over a hundred black voids manifested behind him, golden sacred weapons surging within, radiating vast killing intent. Then several more figures soared forth.

All pinnacle semi-saints from great clans—profound foundations. One rode a spiritual beast emitting Mahayana fluctuations. Seven in total encircled the two Holy Spirits with murderous intent.

The scene brimmed with a killing aura. Clearly, a great battle loomed...