A Reincarnated Mage's Tower Dungeon Management - Volume 3, Chapter 9 – VS Evelyn

Having transcended countless trials and tribulations, Han Li has finally managed to ascend to the Immortal Realm… or has he?

Instead of the Immortal Realm, Han Li somehow finds himself in a lower realm known as the Spirit Domain Realm, having been stripped of his powers, treasures, and memories of the past 300 years.

Trapped in a foreign realm with limited resources and none of his allies from the Spirit Realm, Han Li must piece together what happened in the past 300 years.

Will he be able to return to the Immortal Realm, or will he be forced to languish in this lower realm for the rest of his existence?

It seems that as usual, the odds are stacked firmly against Han Li…

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There was no light in the night, save for the sound of war drums and war cries.

The young man listened carefully, it was the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of his blood.

What lay hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or……a monster?

There was no such thing as the best road, because the journey beneath one’s feet is limitless!