The Strongest Magician of Gods

A powerful thunderous roar swept through the bamboo forest.

Mo Bei sat cross-legged, his body constantly glowing. One half of his body was emitting scorching flames, while the other half was surging with terrifying silver-white lightning.

This moment was terrifying, as the two magical powers merged, and Mo Bei controlled both forces.

"Wow"

After a long time, the firelight gradually became pure, and a small black flame appeared in the firelight. In an instant, Mo Bei's own fire power underwent an extreme change, and he was enveloped by the black flame. Meanwhile, the other half of his lightning power gradually became violent and dull, and the sound of thunder echoed within his powerful body.

"Boom"

Thick, heavy lightning power surged through his meridians, and the silvery-white lightning energy underwent a terrifying transformation.

The silvery-white lightning slowly turned into pitch black, and the power within his body also quietly underwent some kind of change.

Surprisingly, the condensation level of both fire and lightning power has reached a completely new level.

The lightning surged forth, its vast expanse seemingly traversing the river of time, drawing ancient power from the endless past.

That power was ancient, the power of black lightning. Clearly, this kind of lightning power was more violent and restless, causing the body to tremble continuously, with thunder rumbling.

Mo Bei controlled the black flames and gradually integrated them into the lightning power. The lightning trembled violently, and the aura it contained became increasingly ancient and powerful. The sea of ​​lightning instantly boiled.

"What level of power does this black flame possess? Although I have a basic understanding of black flame and cannot yet refine it, I can already discern some of its characteristics from its power alone."

Mo Bei pondered, vaguely feeling that the power of the black flames was too ancient and mysterious.

He had only condensed a few strands of pure black flame, but once unleashed, they would spread throughout the entire sea of ​​fire, turning the endless sea of ​​fire in his sight into a pitch-black color, greatly increasing their power and making the fire even more difficult to extinguish.

Thinking about it this way, if he could condense all the power of fire into pure black flames, then the power of fire might possess the legendary characteristic of immortality.

The inextinguishable black flames are like something out of the deepest hell; once you're touched, they'll never go out until the whole world turns to dust. Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Mo Bei gradually integrated the power of fire and thunder, and the two seeds in the source of magic also clearly showed signs of fusion.

He wondered, and watched as the two seeds slowly approached and merged. The power of fire and thunder in the seeds became one. Unconsciously, Mo Bei's entire body became burning hot. Fire and thunder surged through his meridians, and his six major acupoints burst forth with scorching light. His strong bones and muscles seemed to have undergone a great baptism, emitting a brilliant, golden light.

The endless bamboo around them was infected by magic, and thick bamboo stalks burst open, sending countless bamboo shavings, each as long as a finger, sweeping across the entire bamboo forest.

"Boom"

Thick bamboo stalks burst open one after another in the bamboo forest, raging with fire and thunder, soaring into the heavens.

In the dilapidated monastery, the gates had been closed at some point, and a wooden sign on them was too conspicuous—"No Visitors Allowed."

Many ordinary nuns and monks lingered at the gate on pilgrimage. After a long while, the crowd, densely packed, respectfully departed from the monastery, murmuring prayers as the power of their sincere faith spread through them.

After a short while, there was no one left in front of the courtyard. The silence was eerie, and even the sound of falling leaves could easily penetrate into one's ears.

The monastery was quiet and deserted. The fat monk had gone down the mountain early in the morning to buy supplies, leaving Mo Bei alone in the bamboo forest to meditate.

"huhuhuhu"

Suddenly, two figures flashed through the void, dressed in skull-shaped magic robes with their waists tightly bound.

The two men, one old and one young, were quite different. The old man had white hair and beard and a weathered face, while the other man would surely surprise Mo Bei if he saw him.

This young man was none other than the elementalist they had encountered in the magic forest a few days ago.

"My lord, the person you are looking for is in this monastery," the man said, leaning down with a cold laugh.

"Hmm! It's been over twenty years since I last saw him. I never imagined he was hiding in such a remote place."

The old man's face twitched, his dark eyes revealed an evil smile, his withered teeth clenched, and an aura of resentment permeated the space.

"My lord, who exactly is this monk? In such a remote place, you have known him for over twenty years. Could this monk also be a great magician?"

The man was bloodthirsty, laughing maniacally, his eyes gradually turning blood red, cold and bloodthirsty.

"Hmph, this man is no ordinary great mage. He was a magical prodigy from a young age, developing a magical root at the age of twenty-three. If it weren't for an accident more than twenty years ago, with his magical talent, he would have already reached the level of a Grand Magister. Heh, but fate is unkind. His magical root was destroyed in that calamity. Now, even I am afraid he is no match for me." The old man's face was bloodshot as he licked his lips, his hostility obvious.

"Since this person is your friend, I will go and knock on the door."

The man smiled slyly, bowed slightly, and then turned to stand in front of the tightly closed door.

He glanced disdainfully at the conspicuous wooden sign, pointed his magic wand, and activated his magic.

"Bang!"

The intense magical force blasted open the door, causing it to slam against the wall and vibrate.

"My lord please."

The man sneered, stood beside the gate, and bowed.

"Lin Luo, you're very good. Once I've resolved this matter, I'll definitely put in a good word for you with Lord Mu." The old man's face was sinister, and he grinned menacingly.

"Thank you, sir." Lin Luocan smiled and bowed deeply.

"Um"

The old man nodded, his rough face covered in wrinkles, and his arms and body were etched with dark magical patterns.

In the silent monastery, the two looked at the desolate courtyard, so quiet and still.

They walked from the front yard to the back yard, and the old man gradually became impatient.

"no one?"

The old man's heart skipped a beat. Had the man already known he was coming and fled beforehand?

After thinking it over, he became restless and anxious. The scene from years ago echoed in his mind, lingering for a long time. The humiliation of those years resurfaced before his eyes once again.

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, causing the surrounding stone tables and benches to explode with a loud bang.

Lin Luo was startled, his neck trembled, and he stared incredulously at the shattered ground.

"This is bad." Lin Luo subconsciously took a few steps back.

The old man was furious, his dark eyes burning with rage. He turned to look at Lin Luo. His withered, yellowed fingers were thin and lean, as if they had undergone some kind of terrifying training, which had somehow brought his arms to an extremely formidable level.

Those hands had no fleshy texture; a layer of withered, yellow skin tightly wrapped around them, and the thin, refined fingers gleamed with a dark luster.

Are you sure he's here?

The old man's pupils blazed with a fierce, blood-red light as he demanded an answer.

Lin Luo looked at the terrifying finger that was about to touch his face and quickly took a few steps back, his face filled with shock.

"My lord, based on my inquiries over the past few days, I'm certain this person is in this monastery, but... perhaps the monk went down the mountain early this morning." Lin Luo's eyes widened in fear as he staggered backward, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to resolve the crisis before him.