Toast to the bright moon

Traversing the Nine Provinces in the Immortal Cultivation World, Lu Yuan possessed the Dao Fruit of longevity, an eternal lifespan. If he were careful, he could anticipate the Immortal Method.
This was indeed a beautiful thing.
However, he was born during the Age of Dharma Decline, with spiritual energy depleted and the Immortal Method difficult. The great path was elusive.
Even worse, the Immortal Cultivation World of the Nine Provinces was on the verge of collapse, and the four poles were about to fall, marking the end of an era.
If that was the case, why shouldn't a man take up his sword and conquer fifty states across the mountains?
To survive in the Age of Dharma Decline, Lu Yuan cultivated the ancient Way of Control Pneuma, established an Immortal Dynasty, and gathered Qi Luck. He brought order to the Nine Provinces and peace to the four seas.
Gathering strength from across the world, he ascended to immortality step by step.
In ancient times, there were three Human Emperors: Hua Guang, Xia Xi, and Hao Tian.
Who is the Human Emperor now?
It is Emperor Chu Luyuan.

To achieve immortality, I cultivate using Qi Luck

The sound was as loud as thunder, propelled by the True pneuma, it echoed instantly across the wilderness.


The army of officials below who heard this sound instantly knelt and worshipped as if rehearsed beforehand, shouting in unison, "Long live Changsha! Long live the king! Congratulations to the king!"


Three phrases, neatly synchronized, echoed between Heaven and Earth.


Lu Yuan, hearing these cheers, stood on top of the Heavenly Altar, looking down at the figures kneeling and bowing, feeling a surge of ambition, couldn't help but ponder.


'Among all these people below, is there anyone who wants to replace me?'


The throne of a king not only represents power and wealth but also represents duties and dangers.


Today, he was the king of Changsha, enjoying the prosperity of a region, ruling over a million people.


But who knows if within this land, there is no one eyeing his position, coveting his power, wanting to replace him?


Chapter 212, A Real Man Should Be Like This_2