Immortality Starts With Investment

The two figures flashed forward one after another, vanishing from their original spots within mere heartbeats. All that remained at the scene was a single glowing portal leading into Ye Chenʼs cave heaven.

Heavenly Desire Ancestor, who had charged forward with teeth clenched, now stood frozen in bewilderment. Yet she desperately needed to advance. Ye Chen could not be allowed to meet with any accident. If he did, the Age of Dharmaʼs End would arrive far too soon. And her Heavenly Desire Sect would be finished—utterly severed.

Without the slightest hesitation, she moved to rush straight into Ye Chenʼs cave heaven portal. But right at that moment, Feng Baiyuʼs calm voice drifted over: ”Fellow Daoist, there is no need to enter Ye Chenʼs cave heaven… Just lend us a hand from here. Your direct participation would disrupt the balance of the battle. Once weʼve suppressed this group of enemies, we can immediately go support Ye Chen.”

Feng Baiyu had also noticed the Heavenly Desire Ancestor. Though he didnʼt understand why this long-hidden Saint King, upon finally emerging from seclusion, placed such extraordinary importance on Ye Chen—almost excessively grateful—he still recognized her as an ally. Who knew what kinds of bizarre trump cards Ye Chen might be hiding inside his cave heaven? If this Saint King rushed in and saw them, Ye Chen would probably find it very difficult to silence her afterward. That would only create more problems.

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Hearing this, Heavenly Desire Ancestor swept a glance toward Feng Baiyu. She remembered this young man. Before she had feigned death and entered deep slumber, Feng Baiyu had already been making waves across the Great Yan Continent—causing chaos, leaving complaints in his wake, and earning himself quite the infamous reputation.

Now, somehow, he had reached such a terrifying height. After a brief hesitation, she recalled the rumors about Feng Baiyu back then, and more importantly, just how crucial Ye Chen was to the future of the Heavenly Desire Sect. In the end, she chose to follow his suggestion. Since she was already doing him a favor, there was no need to be overly cautious.

With graceful steps, Heavenly Desire Ancestor drifted forward. She did not directly join the fray. Instead, she extended her hand, releasing strands of incomparably profound and mystical power. Around her, dazzling pink radiance bloomed—like countless drifting petals of flower pollen—filling and subtly permeating the entire battlefield.

The Heavenly Desire Sect had never been known for direct combat prowess. But when it came to enchantment and bewitchment, no one could compare.

Among the ambushers who were currently locked in fierce combat, everyone except the Great Saint inside the thunder domain suddenly found their minds affected. They couldnʼt help but steal glances toward the Heavenly Desire Ancestor from time to time—each stolen look costing them a split second of focus.

In a battle among peak powerhouses, even an instant of distraction could be fatal. Two Saints were caught staring blankly for a heartbeat too long. The next moment, half their bodies were blasted apart.

The sudden change sent a wave of shock through the surrounding experts. Everyone knew the Heavenly Desire Sect was weak in head-on fights. In single combat, their cultivators almost never won against peers of the same realm. Yet in a chaotic, multi-sided battle…

The sectʼs bewitching arts displayed horrifying effectiveness. They could reverse the tide of battle in the blink of an eye.

Feng Baiyu moved swiftly across the battlefield, constantly scanning the surroundings, only to shake his head with faint disappointment each time. That seemed to be all of them. No more reinforcements were coming.

Honestly, the lineup they were facing was already terrifying. A Great Saint taking personal action against any other prodigy, that would have meant certain death.

But who was Ye Chen? The biological son of the Heavenly Emperor. Though his cultivation stood at Half-Saint, no one could truly treat him as an ordinary Half-Saint. Some wouldnʼt even dare classify him as a mere Saint.

Of course, the enemy had already shown sufficient caution—deploying a Great Saint for the assassination was already top-tier treatment. Yet even so… it still wouldnʼt be that easy.