Let me laugh

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.

I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

The battle had persisted for an hour, and the entire Cangji Ming Sea was plunged into chaos. Countless monsters fled toward other sea regions, and the human factions, families, and tribes hidden on various islands were also fleeing.


The terrifying devouring power of the Town World Bead brought disaster to all the regions of the Cangji Ming Sea, with even the nearby sea waters being affected.


Fang Wang had already done his best to direct the Town World Bead's devouring power downward. Otherwise, if the bead's power were to be fully released in all directions, it would be a true catastrophe.


As the saying goes, when Immortals fight, mortals suffer, but Fang Wang could not care less.


If mortals were fighting, they wouldn't pay attention to the ants beneath their feet either.


Now it all depended on when Zhu Rulai would bow his head.


Chapter 232: The True Identity of Fang Wang, Absolute Emperor