A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Immortal Realm - Chapter 1372: Escape

Elias had never been lucky — not once, not ever.Abandoned at birth, raised in suffering, and tormented by a life that never gave him a break, Elias trudged through existence like a ghost wearing human skin. By the age of thirty-two, even his heart gave out, quietly and without drama — just like everything else in his life. It simply… stopped.But death wasn’t the end.Instead, Elias found himself face-to-face with a stunning goddess — the Keeper of Fate. And for the first time, someone finally told him the truth: his entire life had been a mistake. A cosmic error. His Karma, meant for another, had been switched at birth, condemning him to a life of endless misfortune.To make amends, Fate offered him a second chance — a new life, with the luck he had been denied.With a single pull from the divine card deck, Elias drew the Legendary Extraction Talent — an ability that allows him to absorb powers, skills, and even laws of the world itself.From a broken man to a rising force, Elias will forge a new path.He will extract the power of heaven and earth.He will defy fate and ascend to the apex.And this time… luck is finally on his side.

The Five Impurities descend into the Mortal World, and demons run rampant.Holding a volume of the “Monster Chronicles,” Song Lin traverses time and descends into the body of a Daoist disciple at a remote Daoist Temple on the frontier.He observes that in this world, the old energy of the Six Heavens still lingers, and Witches and ghostly paths dominate.Demons and ghosts hold official titles, order is lost, and humans and ghosts are thrown into chaos.Heretical paths act with impunity, abandoning truth for falsehood, allowing the proliferation of evil forces.Amidst the suffering of the Mortal World and the devastation of life, Song Lin discovers that he can enter the mythological and supernatural tales recorded in the “Monster Chronicles” to obtain Daoist Skills.Shan Hai’s strange legends, myths, and supernatural tales; Pre-Qin Qi Cultivation, Taiyi in the Chu Territory, Penglai’s Independent Immortals, Lingnan’s Witchcraft, Kunlun Immortal Mountains…Slay the Evil Demons of the heavens, master thousands of Daoist Skills.The endless path of the Immortal Dao, I shall relentlessly pursue it.

(A cruel, merciless, inhuman, Prime Minister gong x (previously) a cute, naive, foolish prince shou)

As an alluring beauty, the Ninth Prince Qi Changyi inherited his mother’s looks, but was unfortunately a bit s*upid. Not only did he live in fear, even within palace walls, but he also merely lived as a substitute in his beloved’s eyes. Then, while being used and tormented, his delicate, pure heart finally burned to ashes.

Pei Zheng was the Prime Minister of the Imperial Court, a man of great status; he gained it all through the most ruthless methods. He was known for his cruel nature, but gradually, he became close to the unfavored ninth prince.

“Your Highness, just now, at court, who were you looking at? Huh?” Pei Zheng squeezed the small man’s delicate little chin.

Qi Changyi’s eyes were misty with tears of pain, “I, I wasn’t.”

“Stop trying to seduce others.” Pei Zheng’s voice was frigid. “Otherwise, I’ll make sure that General Zhao, for whom you pine, dies on the battlefield!”

He thought he had a firm grip on this little fool, but he could’ve never imagined that one day, this little fool would leave his side carrying a broken heart.

“Brother Pei, I’m leaving now, you should be happy.”

With scarlet eyes and a heart burning with obsession, he searched everywhere, but found no trace of him.

“I won’t, without you, I’ll never be happy again. Your Highness, where should I go, how can I bring you home?”

1v1, happy ending! But the path leading up to it is laced with sweetness and cruelty.

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