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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 121: The So-Called Immortal Fate, Fang Wang's Divine Image

"The Mountain River Town Heaven Fist is a fist technique capable of breaking heaven itself. This technique is unfathomably profound; I have only achieved minor success with it. But compared to Fang Wang, how does it fare?"

The man in golden robes looked down at the cliffside hermit with a light chuckle and asked.

He then released his right fist, and everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

The aura that emitted from the man in golden robes when he clenched his fist was terrifying—even those of high cultivation felt an overwhelming urge to kneel before him.

The cliffside hermit's forehead was covered in beads of sweat the size of beans as he replied, "I cannot compare them. I can only say that both are powers I can only aspire to."

The man in golden robes swept his gaze over everyone in the hall and said, "You all once asked what I could bring to the Vast Qi Sect as its Sect Master. How about this peerless technique?"

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