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My Simulated Road to Immortality

The Immortal Way, how arduous it is! Especially in this Immortal Cultivation World, which has been drastically changed by a plague! Mortals carry the disease, and when Immortals come into contact with them, they are liable to suffer a decrease in their cultivation, and in the worst case, end up Returning to the heavens. This has made Mortals and Immortals eternally separate entities. The Immortal Law cannot be jointly cultivated, turning the entire Immortal Cultivation World into a vast dark forest. ...... Li Fan, having travelled through time, despite having boundless ambitions, can only toil within the mortal dust, wasting away his whole life. Fortunately, just before death, he finally awakens an odd treasure which can turn the real into the fake - transforming his real life into a vivid dream, enabling him to return to the time right after he travelled through time. Therefore, Li Fan began his long Road to Immortality! In his second life, Li Fan, over the course of fifty years, overturned the power balance of the world, yet he searched everywhere and failed to find a trace of Immortals, only managing to see the traces of an Immortal at the very end of his life. In his third life, despite Li Fan exhausting his spirit and wits and laying out all sorts of schemes, he still couldn’t withstand a single strike from an Immortal! In his fourth life...... ...... I, Li Fan, a mere mortal, have no regrets even after a hundred lifetimes, I only seek Immortality!

Angry Squid · Oriental
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1258 Chs

Chapter 711: The King Against Betrayal and Death

The value of the items listed in the Jade Scroll far surpassed Wang Qiu Po's imagination.

As a spy who left home at a young age, he had never even heard of some of them.

In that instant, Wang Qiu Po began to believe more in what Xu Bai had said.

After a moment of meditation, he signaled Xu Bai to wait a moment.

Then he quietly lay back on the rattan chair behind him, seemingly falling into a deep slumber.

From Xu Bai's perspective, the vitality of Wang Qiu Po was dissipating at an astonishing speed.

In merely a blink of an eye, he seemed to be on the verge of death, indistinguishable from a corpse.

"No wonder he is a spy who has remained hidden for eight hundred years. He indeed has some tricks," Xu Bai murmured to himself as he continued to watch.

The thatched cottage where Wang Qiu Po was residing also seemed to possess some mysterious qualities. The disappearance of Wang Qiu Po's vitality did not alert the people outside. They were still waiting in a line outside.