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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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485 Chs

Chapter 286: The Most Difficult Secret Techniques of the Twelve Dao Sects

"May I ask which Great Emperor has reincarnated?" Fang Wang looked at the Ghost Emperor and inquired, his face showing no sign of emotional fluctuations.

The Ghost Emperor answered, "His name cannot be spoken directly as it would be taboo. It won't be long before he comes to challenge you. If you defeat him, he will acknowledge you as his master."

Fang Wang thought for a moment and said, "Then I accept."

No matter what, if it could ensure a better reincarnation for his parents, then taking on the cause and effect of a Great Emperor was of no concern – besides, this might not necessarily be a bad thing.

The Ghost Emperor spoke no more and his figure disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never been there.

Fang Wang shifted his gaze back to his parents' tombstones, reflecting on his life during the first sixteen years of this incarnation.