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In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】 Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat. Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years. Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams. If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality. Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time. Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation! ...This book was formerly titled "Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life"! (The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, "Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader," rest assured and enjoy)

Wandering Man · Oriental
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1007 Chs

322: The whole family! People's hearts change easily, Demon Fetus (added for the Great Sage above Nine Heavens) _1

It was dusk, and the setting sun's glow fell on the walls of Chen Mansion. The walls seemed a bit mottled, casting a stark atmosphere over the entire residence.

Chen Dengming, emanating a faint Spiritual Might, hovered above the Mansion. His Golden Core's radiance, like a brilliant sun, intimidated all eight directions.

The bustling city suddenly fell quiet.

Horrified and startled glances converged upon Chen Dengming, hovering mid-air, from every corner of the streets.

Yet at this moment, he kept his eyes locked onto the Chen Mansion—eerily and unnaturally silent—and wore a grim expression.

In the Mansion, an autumn breeze gently blew, rustling the trees, and causing a quiet hissing. The lake, which usually exuded a Foundation Establishment-feel with flying snakes, was now filled with a cold, oppressive atmosphere.

The vast courtyard seemed to lack even a breeze; the air itself seemed stagnant.

"Demonic force..."