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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 329: The Killing Intent of Pilgrimage Manor

Following Jiang Shenming's gaze, a figure was suspended in the midst of the huge vortex, a man dressed in black with disheveled hair and covered in blood, holding a long spear emitting a red glow in his hand.

Facing humiliation from Jiang Shenming, Luo Yue felt naturally angry, but he struggled to contain it.

"Emperor Donggong has already fallen, this is divine punishment; his Grand Yu Divine Dynasty ought to be destroyed, or else the heavens will not forgive the Mortal Realm!"

Luo Yue looked up at Jiang Shenming and shouted solemnly, his black clothes fluttered intensely as if to showcase the tension and turmoil within him.

Jiang Shenming slowly raised the Peach Wood Sword in his hand, his gaze cold and fierce.