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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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Chapter 469: Who Cut Off the Immortal Path

In the early dawn, at Ye Mansion.

The chubby Ye Feipeng was fast asleep, seemingly dreaming of something that made him extremely happy, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Not knowing that a shadow suddenly appeared next to him.

The shadow gently waved its hand, Ye Feipeng's head tilted, was completely knocked unconscious. Right hand pulling his claw, he then placed it above his head.

After a while, his hand was slowly withdrawn.

A drop of thick, dark red blood appeared in the heart of his palm.

The once rosy-faced Ye Feipeng seemed to be infected with a serious illness, he weakened in an instant.

The blood was like a living creature, with its own consciousness, kept wriggling in the palm of it, trying to escape the shadow's grasp.

But as the shadow slowly clamped its fingers, the space the blood could struggle became smaller and smaller, until it was completely absorbed into its bloodstream.

The figure stood in the dark for a long time.

"Puff!"