Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 615: Don't Your Eyes Get Dry?

Immortal Qi streamed straight into Ye Chen's inner realm, glowing brilliantly with the profound essence of universal laws. After checking it closely, Ye Chen saw it perfectly matched the strand he had collected earlier, and a smile crossed his face. The sole regret lay in its limited quantity. Forming an Immortal Platform demanded far less than attaining true immortality—just a thin wisp against a complete strand, a difference spanning ten thousand times. Such a small amount couldn't be expanded for his breakthrough.

Still, Ye Chen had foreseen this situation. His master's cultivation level was ready for it; he planned to present this wisp to her. While his fiancée and other female cultivators shone brightly—some even outshining his master—his master claimed a cherished spot. She stood as the most captivating beauty he had beheld upon entering the cultivation world, the secret longing of his innocent youth.

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The onlookers stared in shock as Yi Qingwu effortlessly selected and took the gift. Wang Teng had offered his, but she ignored it completely. Yet when Ye Chen snatched it, she accepted with keen interest. The bias shone through clearly.

All were certain now—they shared a deep connection. Had the Heavenly Intention Holy Son truly handed her over to Ye Chen? Darker rumors spread in whispers: their romance began before the Holy Son's demise, maybe they plotted his death together, or Yi Qingwu struck the fatal blow herself. If so, the Holy Son met an unfair end.

Yet Ye Chen's presence silenced any bold words. The memory burned fresh of him shattering a Holy Master-level King Body with a single fist. None sought such a deadly confrontation.

Once the gift was given, Ye Chen stowed the second box away amid myriad stares, saving it for later. The audience inwardly fumed—snatching prizes and pocketing extras? Utterly shameless!

Disregarding their silent complaints, Ye Chen turned his calm gaze toward a certain point in the sky, ready to make his move. Abruptly, the area around Heavenly Intention Palace surged upward like an inverted cascade. A horrifying pressure burst forth.

A celestial whip crafted from stellar radiance, exuding the might of an Extreme Dao Weapon, whipped fiercely at Ye Chen, seeming poised to rend the skies. An enraged bellow echoed: "I'm not dead yet! You filthy rogue, I'll kill you!"

Wang Teng, shamed by the earlier blow and forced to witness Ye Chen and Yi Qingwu's intimate exchange, seethed with fury. To make matters worse, his rejected offerings, treated like trash by her, turned into prizes via Ye Chen. With his domain, spirit, and body fused in perfect harmony, Wang Teng recovered in an instant and unleashed his utmost strength, swinging the Star River Divine Whip to end Ye Chen.

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He had slipped up once, taken by surprise, and fallen before showing his true power. Circumstances had shifted now. Moreover, the Alkaid Holy Son lurked nearby. Even without victory himself, Alkaid's support guaranteed success—Ye Chen's doom was sealed today!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Star River Divine Whip struck with dread force, surging toward Ye Chen amid a trail of starry rivers, careless of Yi Qingwu standing in the way, intent on pulverizing them alike. At the Unity Stage, Yi Qingwu lacked any shield against this assault. Still, her expression stayed serene, as she lightly touched her hair and observed in silence.

Ye Chen's gaze sparked with interest at the sight of the whip. His master already wielded the Dugu Wooden Sword and required no further Extreme Dao Weapons. His fiancée, however, lacked one. Picturing Yi Qingwu brandishing the whip amid her aura of justice, Ye Chen sensed an odd thrill.

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The spectators' pulses quickened. Ye Chen's prior supremacy stemmed from Wang Teng's lack of readiness. This time, the Second Heaven Holy Master attacked with an Extreme Dao Weapon. An epic showdown loomed.

Ye Chen plunged his hand into empty space, drawing forth a blade pulsing with ultimate authority, etched with "Heavenly Emperor." No one batted an eye—the Heavenly Emperor's successor using the Heavenly Emperor Sword felt natural.

Wang Teng's complexion drained of color.

With casual ease, Ye Chen aimed the sword ahead. The star-shattering whip halted in mid-flight, progress denied. Blazing divine rays shot from Ye Chen's eyes, unleashing beams of utter destruction.

Wang Teng clenched his jaw, conjuring a disk of starlight that scarcely deflected one strike before crumbling—his King Body's sacred technique. Yet Ye Chen's gaze showed no fatigue, bombarding him with an unending storm of destructive rays like falling meteors.

Wang Teng summoned disk upon disk, fending off scores of attacks, but his visage turned ashen, clinging to survival by a thread. Desperation overwhelmed him. He recognized the Heavy Pupil's destructive light, but Ye Chen's ceaseless onslaught—did his eyes hold infinite power? Was his origin boundless?

Trapped by the Heavy Pupil's lock and his whip immobilized by the Heavenly Emperor Sword, flight proved impossible. Staring death in the face, Wang Teng shattered.

Where were his clan's forebears? Wasn't he the supreme Star River King Body of a million years? And his blood brother, the Alkaid Holy Son—why hadn't he appeared?

Lifting his arm, Wang Teng stiffened. His family elders battled the city's formation barriers outside, powerless to assist. The Heavenly Intention Holy Land's elders observed from afar, reluctant to step in.

Draining his final drop of origin, Wang Teng shaped yet another disk to repel a beam, howling, "Brother Alkaid, save me!" His cry rang with desperation, all traces of genius arrogance vanished.

The crowd stood slack-jawed. They anticipated a thunderous duel, but witnessed yet another one-sided rout. In just a few breaths, Wang Teng pleaded for mercy.

Cross-realm slaughters rarely dotted cultivation annals, with only a handful per era. Total dominance like this proved even scarcer. The Heavenly Emperor's own realm-transcending triumphs demanded grueling effort. Ye Chen, as his inheritor, appeared to eclipse even that, his ferocity unmatched.