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

As Xia Zhou and Rexasor went their separate ways, something was taking place in a corner of this continent.


The Wild Hammer Kingdom was rife with countless, diverse underground caves.


For thousands of years, variations in the riverways have nurtured a thriving subterranean river network. Countless dark rivers spread like a spider's web in unseen places, and the caverns formed by water erosion and crustal movements are beyond calculation.


In an area beneath the Wild Hammer Kingdom, many large man-made caves were bustling with activity.


A figure in a white cloak moved through the crowd of busy alchemists, unhindered, passing through one air-activated gate after another.


His white silhouette was reflected on the white ceramic tiles of the corridor walls, merging in hue as if a white phantom was drifting mid-air. Within mere seconds, he arrived at the depths of the cave from its entrance.


The white-cloaked figure entered through a thick metallic door.


Chapter 3 Elements