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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 409: Great Dark Demon Saint, The Path to the Strongest

As Xu Chonggua's voice faded, Heavenly Might gradually dissipated, and the name of the Void Dao spread instantly throughout the world, attracting attention from all quarters.

The four words, "Great Saint Dao," also drew the attention of every corner of the world to the Great Saint.

What defines a golden age? Naturally, it is the coming of a Great Saint!

The Primordial Sect Master, who had become a saint before, had already perished. Could Xu Chonggua become the next Great Saint?

Fang Wang was unaware of the thoughts of the people in the world; he was engrossed in his own cultivation.

Another two years passed by.

One evening, Fang Wang opened his eyes, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Should I be stricter with myself?"

Fang Wang murmured to himself, his tone full of conflicted feelings.

After so many years of meditative cultivation, he had finally merged the two Cultivation Techniques. Now, only the final step remained—to clarify the sequence of cultivation.