White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

The Soul Vision was originally set against the backdrop of endless darkness.


When the glow stone of the Spirit Niche bloomed with light, the darkness receded, and warm light illuminated the space about two meters around the Spirit Body.


There was a sofa shrouded in mist, a carpet with wisps of smoke rising, and a grayish wooden floor.


The reality within the candlelight was veiled in impenetrable smoke, as illusory as the Spirit Niche that Xia Zhou had not yet mastered.


Xia Zhou saw the Spirit Bodies of Rena and Kresito.


They weren't different from Xia Zhou's own Spirit Body.


Golden-white humanoid luminescent bodies, indistinguishable front from back, male from female.


Only through their real-world positions and postures could it be determined that the nearer one was Rena's Spirit Body while the one sitting on the sofa with a raised right leg was Kresito's Spirit Body.


Xia Zhou suddenly realized the exceptional meaning of the Spirit Niche.


Chapter 82: Imitating the Spirit Niche Candles