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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 388: Fang Wang's Spiritual Elephant, Great Saint Shifa

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Fang Wang passed through one village after another, each time stopping to preach the "Heavenly Dao Immensity Scripture" for a day, a reduction of two days compared to his first sermon. He didn't care how much the mortals would remember, he would leave his name and depart.

And just like that, two years swiftly passed.

With the help of the "Heavenly Dao Infinite Book of Changes," Fang Wang was constantly absorbing nature's spiritual energy, but he discovered that the process of preaching could enhance his own comprehension of the Taoist laws.

Moreover, his sensitivity to the power of faith was deepening.

When he preached, those mortals would develop faith in him. This sentiment would transform into a tangible force that converged upon him—this was the power of faith. However, the amount of faith generated by one person was so minuscule, it was almost negligible.