Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 679: Holy Prince!

Attaining the Mahayana Second Heaven stage necessitated a profound unification of body, soul, and domain, cultivating an elevated connection for perpetual vitality. Upon reaching this equilibrium, the breakthrough would be sealed. This harmonious integration bestowed a pristine aura, significantly amplifying the cultivator's body, soul, and domain power.

At this level, practitioners could mend damaged organs instantaneously, even without specialized healing techniques, propelled by abundant vitality. Achieving this crucial link proved arduous; for ordinary cultivators, it might take one to two years, or even several decades.

However, as Ye Chen embarked on his own breakthrough, a grin touched his lips. Perhaps it was his heaven-defying physique, or the sheer volume of Yellow Spring Water at his disposal. The construction of this trinity felt remarkably effortless. He anticipated a mere fortnight to reach the Second Heaven stage!

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Though Ye Chen retreated into seclusion, his renown surged. He had nearly decimated the contemporary human prodigies, alongside several formidable figures from the Myriad Races. His prowess was simply insurmountable. Even his confrontation with Lan Nuo, the outcome of which remained uncertain, did little to diminish his peerless reputation. Many began to believe he was destined to seize this era's immortal fortune.

Despite the treacherous landscape of the Immortal Path, populated by ancient demons, prodigies from bygone eras, and resurrected antiques preserved within divine sources, Ye Chen stood out as the leading contender. This particular era, the final Immortal Path documented, witnessed the resurgence of numerous ancient beings. Some individuals at the Eighth Heaven level possessed mastery over the eighth realm. Others, hailing from different worlds, were observed arriving at immense personal sacrifice.

Nevertheless, Ye Chen was widely regarded as the most probable candidate for ascension. Historically, a substantial eighty percent of those who achieved ascension via the Immortal Path were prodigies of the current generation. While past prodigies, no matter their past glory, often found themselves outshone, their paths frequently obstructed by a cosmic bias against those not born of the present epoch. Even with Ye Chen's comparatively modest cultivation, numerous observers recognized his potent immortal potential. His burgeoning fame, consequently, attracted both fervent admiration and bitter animosity.

Within the third realm of the Immortal Path, perched atop a divine peak, sat a golden-furred monkey. Though diminutive in stature, standing less than five feet tall, his frame was exceptionally robust. His nonchalant movements hinted at an almost cosmic power, capable of plucking stars, each exhalation warped the surrounding void, and his physical form possessed unimaginable resilience. Adjacent to him rested a simple staff crafted from black iron, radiating an aura of extreme lethal intent.

No living soul dared to venture near this sacred peak. Even cultivators of the Third Heaven King realm prudently altered their course, a palpable sense of caution emanating from them. This formidable being was none other than the Holy Prince of the Victorious Fighting Ape Clan. His progenitor, a quasi-immortal who had failed his ascension a hundred thousand years prior, had foreseen the eventual opening of a distant Immortal Path. His son, blessed with exceptional talent and surpassing his father's own abilities, possessed the potential for immortality. Following his entry into the Mahayana stage, his father had, at great expense, sealed him within a divine source. Now, he had been revived.

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"Holy Prince, Ye Chen has departed the Immortal Path and the Central Continent, absconding with the Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod…" a subordinate from the clan relayed.

The Holy Prince's eyes snapped open, unleashing a torrent of golden light as his thunderous visage radiated an overwhelming pressure. Without even rising from his position, the fabric of the void around him began to contort, as if the very heavens could not contain the immensity of his presence. The Holy Prince spoke with an unnerving calmness: "The Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod has perpetually been an artifact of our clan. Dispatch an emissary to the Central Continent. Instruct the Heavenly Emperor's heir to return it, and in recompense for his transgression of defiling our sacred relic, I shall grant him leniency. As for the historical grievances between the Heavenly Emperor and our clan, they are of no consequence to me. In this current life, my sole pursuit is immortality."

Even his measured words carried a terrifying weight, his gaze piercing and resolute. The clan member visibly trembled, offering a swift nod. "As you command, Holy Prince. But what if Ye Chen refuses or attempts to negotiate?"

The Holy Prince's expression remained unyielded, his eyes slowly closing. His frigid voice echoed through the domain: "I desire it, and he shall relinquish it. This is not a matter for negotiation—it is an imperial decree. Should he dare to refuse, I shall personally retrieve it!"

A surge of killing intent erupted, his domineering aura ascending like a monarch surveying his domain from the heavens. The clan member, filled with awe, bowed deeply and departed, their confidence in their prince absolute. Ye Chen was undoubtedly terrifying—possessing Heavy Pupils, a Scared Body, and a Supreme Heart. However, their Holy Prince was demonstrably more formidable. The Victorious Fighting Ape Clan, unparalleled in close-quarters combat, possessed the ability to subdue even the most powerful holy bodies of the same cultivation realm. It was said that even the mightiest among them, the Heavenly Emperor's holy body, had been on the brink of utter destruction when confronted by a prodigy from their clan. Furthermore, the Holy Prince had awakened three divine abilities through atavism, had mastered the clan's Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to an astonishing eighth turn, and held a significant realm advantage. The prospect of vanquishing Ye Chen was, therefore, a foregone conclusion.

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Within the opulent confines of the Heavenly Demon Clan's palace, located in the bustling Myriad Races Immortal City.

Yao Yuekong found himself seated in a secluded corner, his head bowed in a posture of apparent meekness, a stark contrast to his characteristic overbearing demeanor. Standing before him were his formidable parents, alongside a tall, elegantly featured individual with delicately arched willow brows. This figure stood beside them, their expression one of palpable distress and perceived injustice.

"Father, Mother, my elder brother has bartered me away to the Heavenly Emperor's heir. I harbor no resentment towards him; his own life holds paramount importance! However, the reputation of this heir is notoriously vile, engaging in illicit liaisons with numerous female cultivators, even entangling himself with the orphans of elders and older women. I live in constant fear that he might orchestrate an ambush and abduct me, which is why I dare not venture towards the Immortal Path.

"With a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon in my possession, I would feel considerably more secure. Alas, our clan possesses only one such artifact, and our Ancestor, showing great favor to my brother, has reserved it specifically for his upcoming breakthrough. It is quite acceptable, however. My brother is admittedly frail; without it, he would undoubtedly be subjected to further suppression…"

"I do not harbor resentment towards him for using me as an escape route, nor for absconding with the clan's sole, supreme Extreme Dao Weapon. It doesn't bother me that I, a mere girl, will never receive recognition despite my unceasing efforts. My only sentiment is pity for him..."

Upon hearing the familiar, artfully manipulative tone of his sister, Yao Yuekong, already burdened by guilt, felt a shiver. Her subtle machinations had deprived him of much since their childhood days.

Before his parents had a chance to utter a word, he relented, stating, "My inherent talent is insufficient. The Extreme Dao Weapon would serve no purpose in my hands. Bestow it upon Sister instead."