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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 268: Tai You, the So-Called Calamity

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As his cultivation grew stronger and his age increased, Fang Wang became increasingly aware of the influence of the Hongxuan Emperor's fate.

Over the years, he encountered more and more chances, and although it was related to his fame, fate also influenced destiny in subtle ways.

The Sword Intent of the Night Monarch had doubled Fang Wang's own Sword Intent—after all, the Night Monarch was a Great Cultivator of the Sky-Stepping Realm, and even in his twilight years, his Sword Intent remained vast and powerful.

Fang Wang stood on the bridge, staring at the scenery of the Underworld, lost in thought.

His gaze gradually shifted upward, to watch the shadow of an old woman meditating by the stream in the Underworld. She was dressed in a wide and tattered grey robe. Two bamboo sticks held her white hair up behind her head. Her back was hunched, and she appeared aged and decrepit.

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