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

The goat-horned man stood arrogantly in the air, scornfully glancing down at the two humans. There was no need to mention the ancient rainbow-colored dragon for he hardly even looked at it.


The ancient rainbow dragon turned stiff, feeling afraid to move.


The gigantic figure turned off its power and turned back into a little bird.


When in front of this man, Aires didn't dare to show his arrogance.


Even an ancient dragon like Aires was scared and petrified.


The little bird hurriedly flew to its master quickly.


It was just a level-eight beast. The man did not care about any of the little bird's actions from the beginning.


Aires quickly flew down to sit on Merlin's shoulder.


Merlin was filled with heavy feelings. He did not dare to even take a single step.


Not to mention Prince Arthur. The handsome young man appeared to be sweating all over his back. His heart was racing uncontrollably.


The Mountain Master