Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 688: Lu Ya Arrives!

The power unleashed by the Holy Prince was exceptionally potent. Despite not being surrounded by everyone, he had still been cornered by seven human prodigies, yet he managed to dispatch five of them. His might was unbelievably fearsome.

Now that the Holy Prince was stepping away from the Immortal Path to engage the Heavenly Emperor's descendant, the human populace of the Central Continent was filled with apprehension.

Previously, their hope was for Ye Chen to be defeated—but only by a prodigy from their own Central Continent. When Ye Chen faced geniuses from all the myriad races, however, their desire naturally shifted to him achieving victory, as Ye Chen was, after all, human.

"That Holy Prince is excessively terrifying. Not only does he possess an indomitable physical form, but his golden pupils can also pierce through all of an opponent's hidden vulnerabilities."

"Furthermore, he has mastered the True Dragon Treasure Technique, propelling his already staggering offensive capabilities to an even higher echelon."

"Unrivaled in close-quarters combat—his power far surpasses that of a Sacred Body or the Firmament Overlord Body."

"However, the Heavenly Emperor's heir is not necessarily inferior. Recall how he previously traversed an entire major realm, annihilating countless foes as if they were mere dogs. Current whispers suggest he has already ascended to the Holy Master realm within the second heaven."

"It's not the same. The higher one's cultivation realm, the more pronounced the disparities become. While Ye Chen could decimate second-heaven experts like common curs when he was in the first heaven, confronting third-heaven adversaries from the second heaven will prove significantly more challenging."

The masses engaged in fervent discussion, their attention completely captivated by this impending duel. Numerous cultivators with the resources to do so had already begun making their way to the Great Yan Continent to witness the spectacle firsthand. After all, the Holy Prince was currently basking in the zenith of his renown—the son of a Quasi-Immortal blessed with boundless innate talent.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen, the Heavenly Emperor's heir, had remained undefeated since his very first appearance. Their inevitable clash was destined to ignite a meteor shower of breathtaking combat. This encounter would undoubtedly shake the world, showcasing a dazzling array of supreme disciplines and formidable techniques. It would also serve to definitively reveal whose physical foundation was truly supreme—the Sacred Body or the Victorious Fighting Ape.

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Concurrently, within the bustling Myriad Races Immortal City.

"Brother, let us venture to the Great Yan Continent..."

Yao Yuekong, who had long since abandoned any aspirations of divine ascension, was sharing a drink with companions in a tavern within the immortal metropolis. His sister's voice, unexpectedly chiming in, startled him.

Turning his head, Yao Yuekong perceived that his sister, whose delicate grace resembled a weeping willow, now emanated an aura of profound depth. A sense of serene perfection and profound contentment radiated from her being. He then transmitted his thoughts to her.

"Sister, have you attained the zenith of the third heaven?"

Yao Yuezhi's eyebrows curved gracefully like slivers of a crescent moon as she inclined her head in affirmation. She then gently tugged at his arm, brimming with eagerness to depart together.

Yao Yuekong had likewise received the startling news: the Holy Prince was abandoning the Immortal Path to confront Ye Chen. However, he harbored no particular eagerness for this confrontation. He had already come to terms with his own limitations and no longer harbored dreams of achieving immortality.

As for the outcome of the battle between the others—it was of no concern to him. He was on the verge of a flat refusal. Yet his sister understood him far too well. Her eyes narrowed slightly, causing him to falter immediately.

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Unable to suppress his feelings, Yao Yuekong finally spoke.

"I believe Ye Chen holds the advantage. It is highly probable that he will emerge victorious in this duel. Although our clan maintains a strained relationship with the Victorious Fighting Ape lineage, if the Holy Prince falters, it would present a rather ignominious situation for us myriad races to simply observe from the sidelines. It would be prudent not to attend..."

The moment the words left his lips, he was met with a barrage of displeased gazes. One individual even voiced their opinion directly.

"Yao Yuekong, it is likely because you suffered defeat at the hands of that Ye Chen that you are deliberately fabricating his prowess—to make us all believe your loss was not excessively humiliating."

"Precisely. Yao Yuekong likely wishes for everyone to fall before Ye Chen. That way, his act of betraying his sister for personal safety would not appear so conspicuously out of place."

"Indeed, were I in his position, I would fervently hope Ye Chen achieves immortality within this era. Then, I would have the satisfaction of having been vanquished by none other than a true immortal."

Yao Yuekong faced the derision without a flicker of anger. He simply offered a wry chuckle and responded.

"Since you all hold such a low opinion of Ye Chen, I propose you join forces with the Holy Prince and confront him yourself!"

Yao Yuezhi appeared entirely indifferent to the taunts directed at her brother. Her exquisite visage remained adorned with a gentle smile. However, her willow-like brows arched elegantly, and her emerald eyes fixed intently upon the few geniuses from the myriad races who had dared to speak.

But at that precise instant, a figure appeared—attired in sable robes intricately embroidered with dark-golden motifs depicting the celestial Fusang Divine Tree. The man possessed flowing golden locks and eyes of the same hue. As he strode forth, an unending solar radiance emanated in every direction around him. He offered a subtle nod in the direction of Yao Yuezhi and Yao Yuekong.

"I actually suspect the Holy Prince might not emerge victorious. After all, the current era's Heavenly Emperor heir boasts truly heaven-defying talent, amplified by immense destiny. The final outcome remains uncertain. However, the resurgence of the myriad races' former glory is an undeniable tide of the times! I cannot permit such a formidable human prodigy to persist in this era. Therefore, should the Holy Prince fall just short of victory, I shall intervene!"

Witnessing this man's appearance, the assembled crowd erupted into a clamor.

"It's Prince Lu Ya of the Golden Crow clan! They say Prince Lu Ya's Golden Crow bloodline purity is practically identical to the ancestral line!"

"Rumor has it that the Golden Crow clan's ultimate Extreme Dao Weapon—the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade—has been passed down to Prince Lu Ya. That very weapon once inflicted a wound upon an immortal and bears the stain of immortal blood..."

Lu Ya's reputation was vast, stemming from his genuinely transcendent talent. He had garnered the respect of numerous elders, enabling the Golden Crow clan—despite suffering grievous losses from the Heavenly Emperor's vengeance—to once again stand tall. At many grand gatherings of the myriad races, they had reacquired their rightful place.

Upon hearing that Lu Ya intended to step into the fray, Yao Yuekong arched an eyebrow. Lu Ya's might was indeed profoundly deep. He himself stood merely one step away from achieving the Semi-Saint realm.

Especially that Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade—its power was truly fearsome, a supreme artifact designed for killing along the Dao. Once deployed, it invariably drew blood. Even cultivators of higher realms could face dire consequences, or even perish, if caught unaware.

Lu Ya's arrival fueled even greater excitement among the myriad races' geniuses present. The Heavenly Emperor's heir was undoubtedly mighty. But even if he could overcome the Holy Prince, how could he possibly withstand Lu Ya's Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade?

Following this impending conflict, the foremost genius of the human race in this era was fated to fall. It was widely understood that among the prodigies of this generation, the likelihood of attaining immortality was exceptionally high. And Ye Chen stood as the most monstrous figure among them all. Only with Ye Chen's demise could the myriad races truly find peace of mind.

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Within the magnificent hall, the gathering of myriad races geniuses became increasingly animated and eager. All were making plans to journey to the Great Yan Continent, intent on witnessing the Heavenly Emperor heir's downfall.

Yao Yuekong also rose, preparing to depart. Yet, deep within, he maintained his conviction that Ye Chen possessed superior strength. After all, he knew better than anyone the astounding resilience of Ye Chen's physical body. Even if Lu Ya were to launch a surprise attack, Ye Chen might not necessarily meet his end.

But at this precise moment, another formidable aura materialized. It belonged to a strikingly handsome yet ethereally aloof young man, his form radiating a divine light of three distinct colors. The instant he descended, the boisterous atmosphere instantly fell silent once more.

Recognizing him, the corner of Yao Yuekong's lips twitched involuntarily.

"The Little Peacock King has arrived as well?"

This individual represented another supreme entity among the demon races, the most radiant genius of the Peacock clan. He too had attained the pinnacle of the third heaven. Possessing innate tri-colored divine feathers from birth—though considered inferior to a certain legendary lineage—his talent remained top-tier. Whispers even circulated that the Little Peacock King was endeavoring to refine the residual divine feathers of his ancestor. If this endeavor proved successful, both his innate talent and combat prowess would be elevated to even greater heights.

The Little Peacock King cast a glance at Yao Yuekong and emitted a cold snort. He then declared with an air of indifference.

"That Ye Chen dared to insult my aunt. If the Holy Prince proves insufficient, I shall personally take action!"