Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 677: Departure

A profound, subtle transformation swept through Ye Chen the moment he made his decision, a change distinct from prior physical upgrades, as if a higher form of energy was remolding him.

The inherent marvels of his Chaos Sacred Body Dao Embryo were now imbued with an indescribable flux.

Faintly, his Heavy Pupils, Supreme Heart, and Yin-Yang Dao Sea seemed to be nourished, as though deemed too low-grade and now being supplemented by this new physique… The extent of these changes left him breathless. This was merely a fraction, 1/1,000,000th, of the complete Primordial Chaos Supreme Body, yet its caliber far surpassed anything he had possessed before.

To call it astonishing would be an understatement; he could barely comprehend the potential might of a fully realized Primordial Chaos Supreme Body. The prospect of acquiring it lay far in the future. Even with the boost from his fiancée’s unparalleled critical hit bonus, the origins of eight elite prodigies had only yielded this minuscule portion.

The immense difficulty was evident, yet he felt no qualms—his strategy was to continue fueling his fiancée. In the immortal realm, supreme physiques held sway. With her increasing multiplier, accumulating the full body would be a matter of years of dedicated effort. Furthermore, Alkaid Holy Son, who had absorbed countless origins and cultivated potent divine medicines, represented a bountiful harvest waiting to be reaped. Should Ye Chen succeed in claiming him, the rewards would be immense. A smile touched his lips as he kissed his fiancée again; she was truly remarkable, and he was committed to ensuring she remained “well-nourished.”

Yi Qingwu, interpreting his actions as a desire for further intimacy following the gift, began to lower herself. He quickly intervened, halting her. While her allure was potent, he had already delayed his progress too long. His immediate priority was to enter secluded cultivation to break through to the Second Heaven.

“Qingwu, your cultivation takes precedence. Refine these origins—your innate talent will undoubtedly soar,” he transmitted. For maximized returns, he intended to have her refine the origins first to elevate her multiplier, followed by the Yellow Spring Water. However, the refinement process demanded time, and his impatience was growing.

Her gaze met his, perceiving his palpable excitement. Yet, he gently pushed her away, urging her to focus on refining the origins. His affection for her was profound!

Although the temptation to invoke Heavenly Intent Holy Son’s name lingered, she could feel his genuine sincerity. Nodding, she returned his kiss, whispering, “Are you leaving?”

He nodded. “I am entering seclusion to break through to the Second Heaven. But we shall meet again soon!”

This was not merely meant as comfort—with the Primordial Chaos Supreme Body as an incentive, he planned to provide her with origins whenever he acquired them. However, a sudden headache struck him. Had his actions been too aggressive?

On his journey through the immortal path, he had nearly extinguished the top prodigies of this generation. It was possible that no one would dare to challenge him now. Alkaid Holy Son, known for his caution, would likely not emerge without first obtaining an Acquired Chaos Body. Ye Chen’s inherent nature meant he wouldn't actively hunt prodigies for their origins. Being excessively invincible presented its own set of drawbacks…

Observing the couple’s silent exchange, Luo Bingling felt a mixture of exasperation and relief as Ye Chen prepared to depart—the prolonged interaction was finally over. After a brief moment of lingering, Yi Qingwu personally escorted him out of the Heavenly Intent Holy Land.

Ye Chen did not depart immediately, instead choosing to deliver a sermon at Holy Maiden Peak, distributing treasures that were either unusable by him or unsuitable for gifting. He departed amidst the reluctant gazes of the female cultivators.

At the threshold, Yi Qingwu, clad in an ethereal white dress, offered a graceful wave, her demeanor free from any hint of possessiveness.

Ye Chen smiled, his resolve firm, and summoned his chariot to commence his departure. Luo Bingling, seated beside him, gazed at Yi Qingwu, a cold smirk beginning to form on her lips. She vowed to avenge the earlier incident of being splashed, ensuring Yi Qingwu would be thoroughly soaked one day.

Sensing the animosity, Yi Qingwu responded with a smile, wordlessly brandishing the Yellow Spring Water bottle at her.

Luo Bingling’s smirk faltered. Her fists clenched tightly…

The Heavenly Emperor chariot soared across the firmament. Ye Chen contemplated the acquisition of origins while casting glances at Luo Bingling. Her aloofness was striking; she hadn’t even attempted to hold his hand.

Gifting Yellow Spring Water to Yi Qingwu right before her eyes had clearly stung. However, he had no regrets—the allure of the Dragon-Subduing Yellow Spring Diagram was far too compelling. Nevertheless, he recognized the need to placate Luo Bingling. Perhaps offering her a basin of Yellow Spring Water would suffice? Demonstrate that it wasn’t particularly valuable, that Yi Qingwu’s share was negligible, and that he possessed an abundance of it. Alternatively, he could transmit one of the Ten Vicious Treasure Techniques to her.

As he deliberated on his next enticement, Luo Bingling was also strategizing. As a member of the War God Clan, her cultivation progression had been slow. Without the Dao Cauldron, achieving immortality seemed an insurmountable challenge. Her pride was secondary; Ye Chen was paramount. Her footwork had already surpassed that of Su Yuxuan and Lan Nuo, earning her the complete Minor Space Technique.

Given her exceptional beauty, her “gushing gratitude” would soon eclipse that of the detestable Yi Qingwu. Despite her hesitation, the War God Clan placed significant value on such matters—she convinced herself it wasn’t a complete surrender. Regardless… once she obtained the Dao Cauldron, she would drain Ye Chen dry and ensure his demise. Dead men tell no tales. She nudged him, signaling for his attention.

Ye Chen turned, his expression one of surprise, as her golden boots slipped off. His lips curved upward. The irresistible pull of the Dao Cauldron was evident. She had come around to his way of thinking without requiring any soothing words. Believing that a light “dessert” would be appropriate, her next action widened his eyes in astonishment.