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

On the easternmost edge of the Holy Place's territory, in the forest, one could subtly notice the glow of spells and the forest fortress concealed within the treetops.


On the westernmost flank of the Anti-magic Field, among the thick, impenetrable mist of purplish-black, bizarre shadows were lurking and wandering.


In these days, occasional skirmishes between the Demon Church and the Holy Place occurred, both sides building many military fortifications along the border.


The Holy Place's fortifications were aesthetically pleasing to humans - they were constructed of hard, orderly enchanted stone bricks forming a copper and iron wall. The well-arranged defensive barrier and the Holy Place's spirited garrison thrived, the songs of courage and fearlessness echoing in the sky above the base.


Across the gray sea, another sight awaited in the purplish-black mist.


Chapter 45 Land of Eternal Sleep