Angry Squid

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.
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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!

My Simulated Road to Immortality

The statue was quite uniquely designed.


Five faces and ten hands, all sharing a single body.


One with drooping eyebrows, a portrayal of pervasive sympathy.


One bearing a solemn countenance, its stare filled with fury.


One of them had slightly furrowed brows and looked pitiful. On a closer look, one could vaguely make out a flirtatious and captivating demeanor hiding behind her feigned reluctance and charming allure.


At the sight of this, Li Fan felt a warmth in his heart, inspiring a wave of all-encompassing emotions.


In his moment of semi-lucidity, he could even hear the faint whispers of Sister Zhao ringing in his ears.


A sudden realization within his heart jolted him out of this illusion, leaving him in a cold sweat.


On looking again, where were those expressive features?


It was merely a statue with ten hands and five faces of unrecognizable forms.


Chapter 569: Recognizing the Path Today