113. Golden Immortal
Author: Hieronimus
last update2026-02-09 18:14:30

“Congratulations, Wu Tian! You have reached Golden Immortal through your own strength!” Trexis appeared before him, his small dragon-fairy form shimmering faintly in the mist after the Darkness Cultivator’s departure.

Wu Tian’s eyes widened, his breath still heavy from battle. “Golden Immortal…? What powers does this realm grant me, Tian Kui? Tell me.”

Trexis’s expression was conflicted, his voice tinged with awe and unease. “You have crossed into immortality, Wu Tian. But something trouble
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