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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 303 How Many Years Have We Not Joined Forces_1

"Aaahhh—"

Amid the chaotic golden energy waves, the female ghost screamed with all her might, her voice filled with pain.

Beset by demons, Fang Wang lifted his eyes; they were so cold. Yang energy blazed fiercely all over him, incinerating the demons clinging to his body to ash.

Behind him, the Town World Bead continued to voraciously devour everything within heaven and earth, causing the Unrighteous True Buddha's Celestial Qiankun Totem to begin collapsing.

Fang Wang looked toward the distant Unrighteous True Buddha, lifted the Heavenly Palace Halberd in his right hand, and pointed it at Unrighteous True Buddha.

"Is this the power of Celestial Qiankun?"

As Fang Wang's voice echoed, nothing in the world could drown out his words.

The Unrighteous True Buddha did not get angry; instead, he laughed eerily. He lifted his left hand high above his head, and statues from afar rapidly flew toward him, pressing into the palm of his hand as if a mountain were growing larger.