From Godhood to the Heavens

People with weaknesses are indeed much easier to deal with.

Dao Long agreed without hesitation. If it were his father, he wouldn't have agreed unless Fang Ping threatened him with Jackie Chan and Jade's lives. The temptation of immortality wouldn't have worked at all.

The dog charm was in the old man's hands. He experienced the feeling of youth and took it without hesitation, without the slightest regret.

If it were Daolong instead, he would fight you to the death.

Moreover, the Black Mage believes in the supremacy of power.

Fang Ping is stronger than Dao Long and holds the key to Dao Long's immortality, so he's not afraid of Dao Long playing tricks.

Moreover, once you learn all the characters and obtain the spell to extract magic, you can take all 12 spells into your possession.

Everything else will be much easier to solve!

Therefore, the first half of the transaction is important, while the second half can be treated as a mere facade.

Dao Long was extremely excited and couldn't help but ask, "Are you telling the truth?"

Fang Ping raised his hand and summoned the Blazing Sword. With the Chicken Talisman on his body, controlling the flying sword became much easier.

Nowadays, to say that a sword immortal can take the head of an enemy general from among ten thousand troops as easily as taking something out of a bag is merely a realistic description.

Fang Ping smiled and said calmly, "Of course, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond."

"Alright, forget about a 1000-year lifespan. As long as you can restore my youth, I'm willing to give you all my inheritance and guarantee that you will become the greatest mage."

Dao Long's wrinkled face was filled with a solemn expression, as resolute as if he were joining the Party.

"The deal is done. Wait a moment while I go and fetch the Longevity Pill. Once you've regained your youth, you can teach me magical writing!"

Dao Long looked on with anticipation as Fang Ping's figure disappeared in an instant. He was still feeling a surge of excitement. Could his lifelong pursuit be realized tonight?

After teleporting away, Fang Ping appeared in a dense forest and said directly, "The Emperor used his super physique to synthesize a first-generation super gene potion for me."

Soon, using the resources of the original three generations of divine bodies, a negligible portion was extracted, and a longevity potion was made.

Fang Ping reached out and shook the green gene serum, which emitted a captivating light. He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Looking at the soil on the ground, he reached out and dug out a lump, rubbed it in his palm for a while, and a longevity pill appeared before his eyes.

Fang Ping nodded. This seemed much more reliable.

In an instant, he teleported back into the castle, looking at the eagerly awaiting Daolong.

He stretched out his palm, and a pill floated in his hand, flying towards Daolong.

Dao Long's hands trembled slightly with excitement, his eyes gleaming with fervor. He reached out and took it, a surge of indescribable, genetically-driven desire emanating from within his body.

He opened his mouth to put it in, but stopped himself in an instant. A sense of doubt arose in his heart. How could there be such a good thing in the world?

"If I wanted to harm you, I could kill you with a wave of my hand. Why would I bother with all this effort?"

Of course, you can also find someone to test whether the elixir of immortality works, but I must warn you, there's only one such elixir in the world!

Dao Long's face twitched, revealing a resolute look, and he directly threw the Longevity Pill into his mouth.

A massive surge of energy erupted within his body, his genes seemed to be altered, and his body felt as if it were being torn apart. Daolong writhed in agony, his teeth clenched tightly, without uttering a sound.

Theoretically, this shouldn't happen, but in order to achieve immediate results, Fang Ping shortened the originally slow process of transforming the body to within a few minutes.

The cells and genes in the body die and are reborn in an instant, almost like a completely different person from the inside out.

A moment later, dead skin peeled off piece by piece, sweat streamed down his body, wetting the ground beneath his feet. Daolong slowly struggled to his feet, his previously bent back becoming incredibly straight in that instant.

Looking down at my palms, I saw white skin beneath the dead skin. I reached out and touched my cheek, and pieces of skin peeled off my face.

With a slight lift of his hand, a stream of water appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the sword dragon and washing its entire body.

Then, pointing outside, the now murky water flew outwards. The instant it flew out the window, a flame appeared out of nowhere, burning the water completely, leaving not a trace of ash.

"I have become stronger!"

Fang Ping could sense that it wasn't just the effect of the gene serum; just now, a strange aura had also descended upon Daolong, seemingly the complete opposite of the one that had initially descended upon him.

With his powerful perception, Fang Ping was already able to sense a trace of righteous energy and dark energy.

"The Longevity Pill not only grants you a long lifespan, but also cleanses your marrow and restores your physical body to youth, giving you a powerful physique."

Fang Ping raised his hand, and a bronze mirror in the castle was pulled over and placed in front of Dao Long. The figure in the mirror was tall and upright, at least 20 centimeters taller, with white hair that had turned black, and a delicate and energetic face, like a young man in his twenties or thirties.

Dao Long was shocked by the greatness of the Longevity Pill, and then he saw Fang Ping raise his hand and an AK appeared in his hand.

Before Daolong could react, bullets rained down on him.

Dao Long's mind went blank for a moment, not understanding why the other party would suddenly kill him after going through so much trouble.

Dao Long only came to his senses when the bullets struck him, causing excruciating pain throughout his body, yet no blood flowed.

Fang Ping smiled slightly, looking at Dao Long who was clutching his head and running away, examining his body with a blank expression, and said calmly, "How do you feel now?"

Dao Long laughed heartily, wishing he could kneel down and kowtow to Fang Ping; the burning light in his eyes was already evident.

"Hahaha, from the beginning you were my disciple... no, I took you on behalf of my master, so you are my junior brother. I promise to pass on everything to you. If I hold back even the slightest bit, may I be struck by lightning and become a puppet of the Dark Kingdom after my death!"

Fang Ping nodded, neither refusing nor agreeing, and calmly asked, "Then may we begin our studies?"

"Of course, you can do it now. Please come with me!"

Stepping into the dark underground and pushing open the heavy door, Daolong raised his hand, and bonfires lit up one after another inside, illuminating the entire dark hall.

Rows of bookshelves were filled with all sorts of magic books; at a glance, there were at least a dozen different mediums used for recording them!

“Writing is the way to express the principles of heaven and earth and the channel to communicate everything. Runes are the understanding of the Tao, and the simplified characters derived from them are the ancient shamanic patterns.”

The spell is merely the driving force; let me open the door to the real world for you—”