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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 366: The Method of Becoming an Immortal in the Mortal Realm

As soon as Duan Tian's voice fell, Fang Wang's lips curved upward. He drew back his right arm and then threw an uppercut with his right fist.

With that punch, the heavens and earth changed color!

Duan Tian's eyes widened. Within his pupils, countless black dragons rose, as if flames of black earth had broken through the ground, ready to pierce the firmament.

Everything happened too quickly!

So quickly that the Saint Emperor above and the twelve Purple-Robed Cultivators couldn't react in time.

Their vast Spiritual Power was torn asunder by the nine ferocious black dragons. In an instant, their figures were swept past by the dragons and ceased to exist.

The Nine Dragons Tyrant Fist stirred a world-shocking whirlwind from the ground, scattering the clouds in the sky until it disappeared above the firmament.

Fang Wang didn't look up. He withdrew his fist and turned to look at Ji Rutian, saying, "Joining Wangdao isn't so simple. Do you have any attachment to this mortal realm?"