From Godhood to the Heavens

After a long while, Fang Ping opened his eyes, felt the fallen leaves covering his body, slowly exhaled, and then asked, "Your Majesty, how long have I been asleep?"

"16 hours, 32 minutes and 07 seconds, you have fallen into a deep sleep, which may be dangerous."

Fang Ping shook his head, then said, "Okay, I understand!"

However, in the next moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and a strange sensation came from all parts of his body.

A cold and eerie aura circulated within his body. He suddenly stood up, sending countless fallen leaves flying. Looking at the surrounding land, he felt a sense of familiarity emanating from the shadows and darkness, as if he wanted to merge into it.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Fang Ping asked hurriedly, "I feel like something's wrong with my body!"

"While you are sleeping, your mind is unusually active and slowly increasing, with an increase of about 35% compared to your original mental strength."

At the same time, the enhanced spirit, according to Dijiang's monitoring, attracted a large amount of special substances, which comprehensively enhanced your super genes.

However, the extreme fluctuations in your mental activity level and the several-fold increase in your stress level could potentially cause significant negative impacts. We recommend that you address this issue as soon as possible.

Fang Ping closed his eyes and carefully sensed for a while. The wisp of righteous energy that had descended upon him at the very beginning had disappeared completely without him noticing.

Instead, a black aura lingers within the body.

Just by closing my eyes and thinking about things that make me angry, my thoughts become increasingly extreme, even to the point of having the illusion that they are about to devour my reason.

He quickly opened his eyes, banishing that thought from his mind. The dark energy would gradually amplify the darkness in his heart. Fang Ping wasn't too surprised; in fact, he was prepared for it.

He had even prepared some countermeasures beforehand.

The influence of this level of black energy is negligible to Fang Ping.

Even if you deliberately think about it, the negative effect is just a thought that drives you away.

Anyway, the dark energy is going to be absorbed entirely by the special forces template. At worst, I can suppress all thoughts and only keep the idea of ​​becoming extremely strong.

Even if they are disturbed or amplified, they are just distracting thoughts that can be blocked out.

Ultimately, amplifying one's desires is merely a negative effect that comes with the dark energy.

What is there to be afraid of?

This is only a small amount of black energy, not even 1/10 of what's on Daolong's body. Not to mention the Holy Lord's eight great demons, the ten Ghost Shadow Generals, and various dark creatures. It's still a long way off!

With a chuckle, his figure vanished instantly, heading directly towards Daolong's castle. Just as he approached the castle, a flash of light appeared above it.

Daolong, who was in the basement, sat up as if he had been electrocuted. The moment he looked up, Fang Ping appeared right in front of him.

He inwardly groaned, but outwardly remained calm, and so another round of teaching began.

This time, after learning over a hundred characters, Dao Long suggested that Fang Ping should digest the information properly, and then let Fang Ping leave.

After being starving for two days, Daolong almost swallowed all the dried toads around him after Fang Ping left.

Then he began frantically flipping through the books, preparing for the upcoming lessons. The entire collection of magical texts consisted of about three thousand words.

Some skills were completely useless, and even Daolong didn't bother to learn them at all.

However, in order to better complete his teaching, Daolong had no choice but to force himself to begin a new round of intensive study.

Even as a powerful sorcerer specializing in dark magic, he had to start learning magical scripts again in his later years.

Soon, a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Ping didn't even bother to find out how many talismans had been created.

However, eventually, all the words were learned, and all the magic books that Daolong had collected began to be taught.

Fang Ping ignored the vast majority of dark magic and started by learning magic extraction techniques.

At the same time, the Emperor used his power to copy all the black magic books in the entire basement.

On this day, Dao Long's face showed disappointment. Despite his young body, he seemed to have aged. He slowly said, "Perhaps it won't be long before I have nothing left to teach you!"

Your talent is unparalleled in my life; perhaps only the legendary Dark Mage King, the Holy Lord of Fire Demons, can compare to you.

It's a pity that although I have collected the vast majority of dark magic spells here, I don't have the most powerful dragon magic spells!

If written language is the embodiment of the Tao, then language is the channel of communication, and the size of the channel determines the power of the output.

Fang Ping was not disappointed. Instead, he looked at the top of Dao Long's head and, along with Dao Long's words of losing confidence, the share of black energy belonging to Dao Long tilted towards Fang Ping once again.

Like sand in an hourglass, it visibly shifted from the sword dragon's body towards Fang Ping.

In an instant, a thought arose in Fang Ping's mind.

This world is probably the clearest illustration of how when fortune smiles, even the heavens and earth lend a hand, but when fortune turns against you, even heroes are powerless to resist!

Once it becomes strong, heaven and earth will lend a helping hand, and its fortune will reach its peak in a very short time. Once it weakens, it will be like a flood bursting its banks, weakening completely in a short period of time.

Dao Long did nothing but sigh, and the black energy tilted towards him, instantly reducing his share by half.

They are truly ruthless, showing the same mercy to both righteous and dark forces.

This world is too naked, too realistic.

He shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "I would like to borrow a magical artifact from you to detect dark energy."

Dao Long frowned slightly, then asked, "Why is that?"

"You'll find out later!" Fang Ping smiled slightly, but didn't explain anything.

Dao Long gave Fang Ping a deep look before speaking: "In the world of mages, the levels are Apprentice, Warlock, Mage, Celestial Master, Grand Mage, and Undying God."

Although I have given you all the written knowledge I know, you have not learned the corresponding spells. At best, you can be considered a sorcerer.

Even with the help of some tools, it's not guaranteed that you can fight a mage; those dark creatures are not so easy to deal with!

Fang Ping snapped his fingers lightly, and a thunderclap exploded, causing the black aura on Daolong's body to shrink slightly.

Dao Long's expression changed instantly, and he suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by Fang Ping. He silently walked to the side, picked up the crystal ball that was being held up, and then said, "As long as you recite the corresponding incantation, you can detect the fluctuations of righteous and dark energy in the vicinity."

"Having observed the scene within, let me tell you the incantation!"