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

Merlin's shadow figure collapsed along with Yorne's great shock.


Even though this was just a shadow figure, it was part of the Demigod's power.


Yorne's heart suddenly turned cold. He had no way to escape and the strength to fight.


Although the giant butterfly was injured, its power was great enough to finish him.


The giant butterfly didn't wait for any second. It had never imagined that it would get hurt in a place like this.


This was the three-yanas sector, the place where there were only ant-like creatures in its eyes.


The giant butterfly was injured, it needed restoration power as soon as possible. Fierce eyes stared at Yorne.


Two damaged wings were spread and fluttered. The wind screamed, creating an ear-piercing sound as though a ghost was crying in the wind. It lunged at its prey with a fierce look in its eyes.


Yorne was still able to maintain his senses. He was trying to find a way to survive.


Angainor