The Xian Practice would eventually be successful!
It was as if a test from raging heaven. The Soul Removal technique to become the greatest immortal needed both strength and endurance.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine lighting strikes could not do any harm to his soul…

Yes… They could not do any harm. If he had succeeded in the technique, he should be in heaven… but why was he here?!
He was now in the body of a seven-year-old kid named “Merlin”, the son of the third minor wife of “Witcher”, who came from the wealthy family “Szirtes”.
Even though he was the son of Witcher and the grandchild of Earl Szirtes, his mother was still an unworthy, poor servant.

So, his status was the ‘servant’ that the family loathed.

What was more shocking was that the little kid who looked as if he could break at any moment was able to refine an enormous amount of vital essence, or Qi!! He could even easily penetrate the first level of qi!!

The strange power for Xian Practice in this world was different from that of the world he came from. It was a great treasure all the Xians were looking for.

It was called the great “Magical Power”.

This might be a second chance from heaven! The Xian Practice using magical power has now begun! 

Deva Wizard: The Great Xian in King Arthur's Realm

"Because you saved me, I'll tell you about it.”


Then Emeria decided to tell Merlin the story about the legend of the olden times.


Merlin listened quietly. His expression was sober and cool from start to finish. In addition to the shock of Emeria’s using various alphabet letters, he was hardly showing any emotions.


Although Emeria told him the dreadful things about the God Tribe and their cruelty towards people from the world below, Merlin did not seem to be scared or nervous at all.


“The land of Babylon is divided into four divisions. Each district is led by four Warlords. In addition to the four Warlords, there are also thousands of Regulators who are under the authority of the four Warlords.”


Talking about Warlords, Emeria's face was filled with fear and admiration at the same time.


"Are Warlords so scary?" Merlin said softly. If it was other people saying this, it would seem very arrogant. But when uttered from Merlin's mouth, this question seemed innocent.


The Saint God Part II