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 two old men never expected Merlin to be brave enough to wait for them here instead of creating a trap and running away like before.


The two had been around for a long time. This situation seemed extremely suspicious.


There might be some traps that the child had prepared for them at the top of the mountain.


“You have quite a courage for not escaping. Then take your death.” Warlord Drune knocked his indigo crane to the ground.


The Magic Emperor power produced violet letters that seemed like a terrifying wave.


The giant wave formed the shape of a transparent giant's shadow. Even though its shadow was not very clear, its body was filled with the power of chaos. People could feel the Magic Emperor aura emanating from it as if it were a living being.


Merlin, tapping his index finger on the chair's armrest, looked at the scene emotionlessly. There was no fear in his eyes.


Sacrificing Life