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

For Edward, even if he didn't cultivate magical powers, the Xian Qi cultivation was not inferior in the slightest.


Magical powers were the powers of nature. And Xian Qi was a power that transcended nature. So it was no surprise that he was able to sense the touch of that mysterious person.


The dazzling lights of the sword shot up into a long distance in the sky. The bursting energy was extremely terrifying.


As soon as the saber's light got close to a certain point, a faint shadow of a child suddenly appeared in the sky.


Edward's eyes narrowed. He sent a fierce sword energy that pierced the heavens.


At that moment, the sword energy suddenly penetrated the void. It pierced through Merlin's body as if it had never existed.


Edward's figure was like a sharp sword. His feet moved forward like a light. His right hand lifted up and grabbed the air. The beam of light in front of him shrunk back into a wooden sword once more, as if it could read his mind.


The Duel Part I