Mu Qianxun slowly finished writing his diary, constantly reminiscing about the past. Sometimes for a powerhouse's growth, choice is more important than effort.
"Ah!"
This old man sighed deeply, "If back then the three of us hadn't traveled to the Nine-State, none of this would have happened."
Fate led him to his demise.
Now a "Mu Qianxun" has replaced him, working as a miner in the Immortal Realm, while he himself is a complete outcast.
He can only hide and observe the other, waiting for the day to expose him with this diary.
He's bearing humiliation and heavy burdens.
The other, a mortal, actually dared to meddle in the Immortal Realm, always hiding in the Lower Realm without becoming immortal... there must be a grand scheme.
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On the other side.
A huge Immortal Ship docked outside the Immortal Realm.
In the distance, the cloud fog was misty, emitting holy golden light, matching the Night Emperor's stereotypical impression of the Immortal Realm.
