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I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

Reincarnated as the son of the Duke in the Qi Dynasty, Fang Wang's mind housed a Heavenly Palace, where his consciousness could enter to cultivate. He could practice any cultivation technique or secret art to great perfection, only emerging when it was truly perfect. No matter how long he spent in the Heavenly Palace, in reality, it was but a moment's time. At the tender age of sixteen, Fang Wang stumbled upon the mythic realm of martial arts, unbeknownst to anyone else. However... One day, Fang Wang overheard whispers that Zhou Xue, the foster daughter of his uncle, had gone mad, prophesying doom for the Fang household. Curiosity piqued, Fang Wang stealthily approached Zhou Xue's room, catching her muttering to herself, "Sigh, even as a former celestial dignitary, I find myself powerless to alter the fate of my family. Is the heavens playing tricks on me... If only I could rewind time by just one month..." A reincarnated celestial dignitary? Fang Wang's perception shattered, a mix of shock and excitement washing over him. Who needs martial arts when you can ascend to immortality? Embarking on a journey spanning the vast landscapes, Fang Wang sought the one celestial art in the mortal realm capable of turning one into an immortal god.

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Chapter 100: A Sword Cleaves the Heavens, Utterly Defenseless

As the news of Fang Wang's arrival began to spread, he stood against the wind, his gaze locked on the distant blood-red pillar of energy, where he could see the terrifying figure within.

"What on earth is that?"

Fang Wang wondered in amazement. The blood-red pillar of energy made him uneasy; if it contained Lu Yuanjun's Ghost Instrument, it was outrageously powerful.

One by one, Demonic Cultivators from Chi Devil Sect charged at him, trying to halt him, but before he could make a move, Xiao Zi opened its snake mouth and spewed out vast Sword Qi, forcefully scattering the Demonic Cultivators' Spells and forcing them to dodge in panic.

As Fang Wang entered the battlefield, more and more Great Cultivators took note of his presence.

Including the people around the altar.

Xu Qiuming watched the figures of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi, his mouth curving upward. He turned to look at the white-haired man and said, "I hope you won't beg for mercy later."