From Godhood to the Heavens

Dao Long led Fang Ping forward step by step, leaving hundreds of bookshelves behind. This place was even bigger than a library.

Walking to the very center, there is a table more than ten meters long placed in the middle of four rows of bookshelves.

Meanwhile, the surrounding area, though seemingly chaotic, was actually filled with various items arranged in an orderly fashion: oddly shaped branches, dried animal carcasses, still-moving eyeballs, a crystal ball being held aloft, and a bronze cauldron covered in rust.

"I have studied magic for countless years, and although I only know the basics, I can already be considered the number one archmage now."

"The Righteous Mage Alliance from decades ago was all defeated by me. If I hadn't been pursuing immortality all these years, those clowns wouldn't be able to put on airs and play tricks on the outside world!"

Dao Long spoke calmly, still unwilling to lose his composure despite being easily defeated by Fang Ping.

"Of course, that's precisely why I chose you!" Fang Ming flattered him subtly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his face as he nodded.

"Very well, then let's begin learning all the basic magical texts!"

After you finish your studies, I will teach you the cultivation method to help you pass the apprenticeship stage!

Looking at Fang Ping's appearance, Dao Long's lips suddenly curled into a strange smile, and he slowly said, "Let's start with the simplest Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow!"

Look, this character represents the sky!

Fang Ping looked at the words on the sword dragon finger and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his mind.

At first glance, it is accompanied by text and the strange "Tian" tone spoken by Daolong.

Suddenly, a scene of the sky appeared in my mind, vast and boundless, empty and distant.

The characters seemed to be constantly twisting and deforming, transforming from scribbles into a vast sky right before my eyes.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, it slowly twisted from the vast sky into the character "天" (sky).

As if possessed, Fang Ping raised his hand and wrote a character in the air. Then, when he came to his senses, the character was imprinted in his mind.

A hint of shock flashed in Daolong's eyes. He had never seen anyone with such talent, and there was a premise that Daolong had never mentioned from beginning to end.

That is, not everyone is qualified to learn magic. In fact, even those who are qualified to learn magic are one in ten thousand.

To ordinary people, those scribbles on books are just ordinary scribbles, but to a true master, each character represents the principles of heaven and earth and the manifestation of the laws of the world.

Without powerful perception and mental strength dozens or even hundreds of times greater than that of ordinary people, it would be impossible to see the true meaning of words.

A proper apprenticeship in Buddhism requires learning one character after another. The master imparts a character, explaining its meaning and what it represents. The disciple then contemplates the original meaning in their mind and imprints the character on their mind. How much time this takes depends on the individual's talent and mental strength.

Daolong remembered that it took him seven hours to learn his first character, and his master called him a once-in-a-millennium, born mage.

Although Fang Ping had his own guidance, using magic to reveal his true form and using his spirit to guide him, he had learned and even imitated it in just a few breaths. Perhaps only the legendary immortal gods could compare to him.

However, immortal gods are born out of necessity, but how did the person in front of me achieve this?

Despite his inner turmoil and doubts, Daolong showed no reaction and continued teaching.

Half a day later, Fang Ping had memorized over a hundred words. Dao Long's face turned extremely pale, and he seemed somewhat dazed.

Each character needs to be guided by spirit and activated by magic. In just half a day, Daolong essentially cast hundreds of spells continuously.

Moreover, it's a non-stop battle without any support or cooldowns, making it even more tiring than fighting the Righteous Mage Alliance alone in the past.

However, Dao Long dared not show it at all. In fact, he was already numb to the shock in his heart. Only one thought remained in his mind: he wanted to see where Fang Ping's limit was.

Fang Ping shook his head, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Words kept appearing in his mind, and the principles they contained kept rising and falling. He felt extremely tired.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt countless righteous and dark energies floating in front of him, as if waiting for Fang Ping's favor.

The two are in constant competition, neither willing to yield, yet clearly distinct.

It's a complete rupture.

After a while, Fang Ping shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to perk up, and then said, "I don't know why, but I feel a little tired today. How about I come back to learn from you again tomorrow?"

I seemed to hear a hallucination, like a heavy sigh of relief.

Fang Ping looked up at Dao Long, whose expression remained unchanged, so it was probably just his imagination.

Then Daolong calmly nodded and said, "Don't bite off more than you can chew. You've already learned over a hundred characters today, which is not bad. I'll pass on a mental tempering method to you. Go and practice it diligently."

Once you've recovered, come find me again so we can continue the tutorial!

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed, and a beam of light entered Fang Ping's mind, revealing a slightly mysterious text, a total of 108 characters, which perfectly matched the text Fang Ping had learned.

After it entered my mind, my instincts kicked in, and my brain felt a refreshing coolness, which lessened my fatigue somewhat.

Fang Ping nodded and said, "Thank you very much. I'll come back to learn from you again tomorrow!"

The figure vanished instantly, teleporting away.

Seeing Fang Ping's figure disappear, Dao Long's pale face instantly regained some color. His clenched teeth felt inexplicably sore. He raised his hand and cast a detection spell to confirm that there were no outsiders left. Then he activated all the defensive spells on the castle, slammed his head on the table, and began to snore.

After teleporting several miles away, Fang Ping reappeared in the dense forest. With a wave of his hand, a howling wind swept up countless withered leaves, knocking them backward. With another wave of his hand, the leaves gathered together and covered Fang Ping.

At the same time, the Black God Armor was already on his body, and Fang Ping said, "Your Majesty, be on guard for me!"

After the order was given, he could no longer hold on; his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep in an instant.

He slept soundly until the world was completely still, and even the thunder and lightning outside couldn't disturb him in the slightest.

Just as Fang Ping collapsed, the black energy in the world quietly gathered and poured into Fang Ping's body like a funnel.