From Godhood to the Heavens

The three people driving on the highway had their car windows wide open, letting the wind hit their faces. Rasu even squinted his eyes contentedly.

Suddenly, the car seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. The front of the car dented instantly, and the rear almost flew up high. The three people were instantly terrified, and their bodies were uncontrollably propelled forward.

Zhou even lunged from the back seat into the front window, half his head sticking out, struggling and kicking his legs.

Fang Ping reached out and opened the passenger door. Seeing Rasu's eyes glazing over, he slapped her twice, returning the favor for her earlier disrespect.

Then he removed the talisman from the shield, clenched it tightly in his palm, and a surge of energy flowed into his body. His body then seemed to defy gravity and floated towards the sky.

A smile appeared on his lips as he flew directly into the distance. Immediately afterwards, Jackie Chan was seen jumping down from a house with a few others using the momentum.

It looked like a car accident scene, and someone exclaimed in shock, "My God, what happened?"

Seeing Zhou struggling to climb out of the front window, Jackie Chan didn't care about anything else. He went straight to the passenger seat, took out the shield, and then turned and ran.

Rasu, jolted awake from his dizziness by two slaps, watched Jackie Chan walk away, pulled out his pistol, and began firing.

Bullets flew around Jackie Chan's body, startling him so much that he quickly raised his shield behind him and jumped and ran wildly on the busy avenue.

The three who failed in their mission could only return helplessly, gesticulating wildly as they explained the reasons for their failure.

Fang Ping followed closely all the way to the Mafia Building, and when he saw the statue of the Holy Lord hanging in the secret room, his mind was filled with thoughts.

The Holy Lord is never honest, but it's not impossible that he might be forced to exchange the talismans before he has collected all 12 of them, lured by the spells.

However, cunning, despicable, and untrustworthy are synonymous with the Holy Lord, and there is no way to avoid it. If he were to cause trouble and leave behind some hidden tricks, it would be quite troublesome.

The matter of magic books was easy to handle; both my father and the Lotus Temple had a large number of magic books.

However, Fang Ping had already checked, and the text on the magic book was not any of the kinds he knew. Although some of it was pictographic, he could guess at it, and it might be similar.

However, it's still not entirely safe; you absolutely must learn magical runes!

Leaving aside the share of dark energy for the time being, almost all of the share of righteous energy should belong to the righteous energy mage.

To be eligible to share in the righteous energy, one must first become a righteous energy master.

After much thought, perhaps there is another person who possesses the complete magical script.

Another dark magic master, Daolong.

Compared to others, he is a true cultivator who pursues power and immortality.

With a thought in mind, Fang Ping turned and left, simultaneously ordering the Emperor: "Search for information on Daolong, and activate navigation. I need to find him!"

"Please wait a moment. We are connecting to the information network and initiating big data simulation. The target has been located. Please follow me!"

In the blink of an eye, the massive computing power unravels the information network and initiates positioning and navigation.

Following the navigation in the air, Fang Ping's figure shot towards Daolong's castle like an arrow.

Not long after, Fang Ping hovered at the window of a slightly dilapidated ancient castle, looking inside.

An old man, dressed in a black robe, with graying hair, looking somewhat aged, and with black runes etched on his face, appeared sinister and eerie. He sat cross-legged in front of a boiling furnace.

With each breath, it was as if an invisible energy flowed into his body.

Thunder flashed outside the window, and rain suddenly began to fall. Daolong abruptly opened his eyes, a sinister glint in them. He raised his staff, and a beam of light shot straight out.

At the same time, a cold snort rang out: "Who is it? Show yourself!"

Fang Ping raised his finger, and the gust of wind changed the direction of the beam of light, landing it on the wooden frame beside him, instantly covering it with a layer of stone-like luster.

Fang Ping raised his eyelids slightly, somewhat surprised. It was petrification. He used that killing move right from the start. No wonder he was a black qi mage.

"Gan, Wen, Cui, Shan~ come out!" Dao Long raised his hand, and four figures emerged from the shadows.

Daolong floated in mid-air, holding a staff in his hand, with four dark warriors in front of him, their eyes warily looking outwards.

Fang Ping revealed himself instantly, a thought appearing within the castle. He looked down at the short old man and asked with some curiosity, "How did you find me?"

"A life force suddenly appeared within a hundred meters of the entire castle, acting suspiciously and surely with ill intentions!"

State your purpose, or die!

Fang Ping laughed and waved his hand, saying, "No need to be so nervous, I'm here to learn magic from you!"

Dao Long's lips curled into a mocking smile. He snorted coldly and said, "If you don't talk, then die!"

"Go on, kill him!"

Four figures flashed and disappeared from their original spot, attacking Fang Ping simultaneously. However, in the next instant, thunder suddenly roared, illuminating the entire castle with a bright, snowy white light.

As the four dark warriors vanished simultaneously, Dao Long's expression turned grim, and he began chanting incantations.

Fang Ping quickly raised his hand, and a long sword hovered around Dao Long's neck. Although he didn't know what Dao Long wanted to do, it was clear that he was preparing to unleash a powerful attack.

How can this be achieved?

Daolong currently occupies a small share of the dark energy, and his strength is still within a controllable range. It's much simpler than dealing with his father, and he doesn't feel any psychological pressure.

"Can you listen to me now?" Fang Ping asked with a smile.

Dao Long's expression turned ugly, and he said somewhat unwillingly, "What exactly do you want? I've never heard of anyone like you."

"I told you, I want to learn magic from you!"

"With your strength, I am no match for you. Is it necessary for you to learn magic from me?"

Fang Ping smiled and said kindly, "Of course it's necessary. I know that forcing you like this will definitely make you unhappy. How about we make a deal?"

"Heh, what can you possibly give me?" Dao Long said disdainfully.

"How about immortality?" Fang Ping asked casually. "I'll trade 1000 years of my lifespan for all the magical knowledge you know!"

"What did you say?" Dao Long became excited in an instant. For the sake of immortality, he was willing to gamble even though he knew that the Holy Lord's words were not credible.

Now that someone has told him that they are willing to exchange 1000 years of his lifespan for some magical knowledge, how could he possibly refuse?

Fang Ping smiled and said, "To ensure my sincerity, I can restore your body to its youthful state first. After you teach me all the magical scripts, I will offer you 1000 years of lifespan with both hands!"

How about we complete the rest of the transaction?