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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 208 The Descent of the Heavenly Dao, Unrivaled Under the Heavens

How fast Fang Wang was moving at full speed, Xiao Zi couldn't tell, but she couldn't see the surroundings clearly at all and could only sense the approach of many powerful auras from afar.

During the flight, Fang Wang deliberately released a trace of his aura.

Even though it was just a trace, he believed Wen Li would feel it!

On the other side.

In front of the Great Saint Mountain.

Dark clouds churned, and sandstorms filled the air as columns of Earth Spirit Qi, resembling dragon pillars, connected heaven and earth like a miracle; however, there was an eerie stillness between heaven and earth.

Cultivators from the Protecting Heaven Sect fell to the ground, their legs giving way, kneeling on the earth with faces filled with despair and unwillingness, all gazing in the same direction.

In the sky, Li Qingsong, covered in blood, was held in one hand by Wen Li. Li Qingsong's Dao Robe was torn, arms and legs dangling lifelessly, swaying in the wind.