I Reached Soul Formation, Then the Vampires Declared War

Arthur Pendelton has a secret. The mild-mannered archaeologist at the British Museum — the man who red-pens his colleagues' reports and drinks too much tea — spent four hundred years cultivating in the hidden mountains of Kunlun. He returned to London at the Soul Formation stage. That's a power tier that doesn't exist in Western supernatural hierarchies, because no one on this side of the world has ever lived long enough to reach it.

He just wanted to be left alone. But London's vampire underworld has been watching. The Crimson Court has sensed something ancient walking their streets. Duke Sebastian, ruler of London's night, has made the worst decision of his immortal existence. He's declared war.

Now a Soul Formation cultivator — a man who once split a mountain with a single sword stroke — is about to show the vampires, the werewolves, and the mages of the Conclave exactly what four hundred years of cultivation looks like when turned against them. They declared war on a god and didn't even know it.

[Cultivation × Vampires] [Progression Fantasy] [OP MC] [Eastern Fantasy meets Western Supernatural]

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