The Strongest Magician of Gods

The old man fell silent, a sinister glint in his eyes, his wrinkled skin bulging, and his face twitching continuously.

He was deep in thought, his teeth clenched, a mysterious and alluring figure flickering in his mind. The old man felt a certain fear of that woman and a kind of hatred stemming from genius.

She was a terrifying woman who knew nothing of worldly affairs except for her spiritual practice.

Clad in white, she concealed the vast mortal world, and a ray of light pierced the boundary between the realms of the living and the dead. She emerged from the deep forest, a first-order child, and began her conquest in the endless elemental realm.

She was hailed as the most brilliant and talented elementalist in the history of magic. In the secret realm, she once stood above all figures of the past and present. Even a god returning to his childhood was no match for her. She was ignorant of worldly affairs, yet possessed extraordinary talent. Relying on her own strength, she slew all the saints and stood alone above the nine heavens. Even the gods could not stand in her way. In this way, she, a mere woman, ultimately reached the pinnacle of the Elemental Palace, becoming one of the most promising figures in the Elemental Palace. Regardless of bloodline, she never feared, standing alone on the precipice, overlooking the endless space.

She was a terrifying woman, unpredictable and capricious; her strength and race were unknown.

The old man trembled deeply, his body shaking violently—it was the anger he had forcefully suppressed.

He closed his eyes, feeling powerless in the face of the woman.

"Hmph, this brat dares to use Lord Mu's name to intimidate me. I'd like to see what tricks he has up his sleeve."

The old man was furious. He absolutely refused to believe that such a person would be interested in a mere first-tier high-level mage. However, since Lin Luo had already put it this way, he had to consider it. After all, that person still harbored some kind of murderous intent towards him, and he couldn't give her an excuse.

"Fine, he's just a first-tier mage, I'll just let him go."

The old man waved his hand thoughtfully, and the spatial pressure eased. Mo Bei's surging blood energy instantly returned to normal, and his body roared with thunderous sounds.

The sound of thunder echoed through the bamboo forest.

Lin Luo was surprised. Looking at Mo Bei sitting cross-legged, he was momentarily stunned. How could a high-level mage be able to produce such a sound from his body?

However, the old man's words made his heart skip a beat.

"My lord, you mustn't!" Lin Luo scrambled to his feet and ran over, his face turning green.

At this moment, Mo Bei, who had his eyes closed, spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart filled with gloom, clearly realizing that this guy was no good either.

“My lord, I am not making excuses. This person is indeed very important to Lord Mu,” Lin Luo said in a deep voice.

The old man looked over, his anger mixed with embarrassment, and his body trembled.

He snorted coldly, his gaunt body wrapped in a magic robe, and a vast magical power reverberated throughout the bamboo forest.

The force was immense, the soil in the bamboo forest was flying everywhere, rows of bamboo were twisted and broken by the strong wind, and they flew diagonally into the air.

The old man, furious, walked step by step to Mo Bei's side.

Mo Bei was deeply suppressed by the spatial energy, and his demonic power was about to be fully activated in an instant to resist that force.

"No, it's not time yet, let's wait a little longer."

Mo Bei struggled, his eyes bloodshot, as an extremely terrifying crisis descended upon him. He broke free from this danger and once again focused his mind on the fusion of fire and lightning power within his body.

The old man approached, his dark pupils scrutinizing the young man. He couldn't think of anything about this young man that could interest Lord Mu.

"Hoo"

A mysterious cloth bag appeared in the old man's hand. He beckoned, opened the bag, and slipped it over Mo Bei's head.

"Then take him with you!"

The old man grabbed the heavy cloth bag and threw it to Lin Luo, then gradually walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Lin Luo was delighted. Mo Bei sat cross-legged in the black cloth bag. The space was stuffy and hot. The cloth bag was made of some unknown material and was extremely tough.

Lin Luo grabbed the cloth bag, threw it behind her, and excitedly stepped into the bamboo forest.

"Wow!"

Two figures streaked across the sky. Mo Bei swayed precariously in the fierce wind in the void. He kept his eyes closed, and at this moment, the fire and lightning power within his body gradually calmed down.

Within the fountain of magic, a seed the size of a fist was frantically absorbing the power of fire and lightning.

After turbulent in the air for a long time, Mo Bei finally opened his eyes. At this moment, not a trace of fire and lightning power could be seen in the source of magic, and magic power was surging in a huge seed.

Inside the seed, a tender sprout sways, resembling a completely silver-white sword.

This entirely silver-white sword is actually a form of magical spiritual root, representing a magician's ultimate magical talent.

The forms of magical spiritual roots are ever-changing. Some people's spiritual roots can transform into a blade of grass or a tree, while others' spiritual roots can transform into animal forms. However, Mo Bei's spiritual root is clearly a weapon.

Magical spiritual roots are divided into the following attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, thunder, yin, yang, space, time, light, and darkness.

At the same time, magical spiritual roots have several levels.

Among them, pseudo-spiritual roots have four or five magical attributes, and their magical power is mixed and not abundant. When such spiritual roots undergo changes during fusion, the magical power dissipates and is mixed with other physical energies, resulting in inferior spiritual roots.

The birth of inferior spiritual roots is accompanied by danger, often only achieved by escaping death. Clearly, the magician encountered a major change during the gestation process, pulling a ray of light back from the brink of death.

The second type is the true spiritual root. This type of spiritual root integrates two or three magical constitutions, and each magical constitution is extremely pure. This type of spiritual root is extremely rare, and only dual-elemental mages can cultivate it.

The third type is the Heavenly Spiritual Root. This type of spiritual root has only one type of constitution, but not every magician can cultivate it. Magicians who can cultivate the Heavenly Spiritual Root are all geniuses, whose compatibility with magic is despair-inducing.

The fourth type is the mutated spiritual root. This type of spiritual root undergoes a mutation when the magician nurtures the seed, transforming into a terrifying magical spiritual root that is especially frightening in battle.

The fifth type is the super spiritual root, which includes the sun spiritual root and the moon spiritual root. Once conceived, the speed of cultivating magic is a hundred times that of other spiritual roots. What's terrifying is that these spiritual roots can automatically train their physical constitution from the moment they are born. The sun spiritual root is like a werewolf, and the moon spiritual root is like a vampire.

This type of spiritual root usually only appears in magical beasts, such as dragons.

The sixth type is the Chaos Spiritual Root. The Chaos Spiritual Root possesses a magical physique with all attributes. No matter which type of magic one cultivates, other magical physiques will grow wildly, and the cultivation speed far exceeds that of the Heavenly Spiritual Root.

In the long history of the magical world, magical roots of all attributes have appeared a total of six times, and each appearance has shocked the entire human world.

The seventh type is the Fusion Spiritual Root. This type of spiritual root possesses the ability to absorb all things in the world, possessing unparalleled magical power. If absorbed properly, it can be transformed into one's own. Rather than calling it a magical spiritual root, it's more accurate to describe it as a special magical constitution. Those with the Fusion Spiritual Root are almost born for crafting magical artifacts. While other craftsmen still adhere to the principles of the Five Elements' mutual restraint, hesitant to forge conflicting materials into the same magical artifact for fear of the furnace exploding and destroying it, those with this spiritual root can perfectly fuse these systems, unleashing the maximum power of their magical artifacts.

However, every advantage of such a spiritual root has its disadvantages. Those who fuse with spiritual roots can cultivate rapidly or forge extraordinary magical artifacts. Once discovered, they become the object of pursuit by all sides, but their magical spiritual roots will appear gray when tested.

Magical roots are ever-changing, like a person's innate wisdom. This type of root belongs to the mental type, a characteristic theoretically possessed by every mage. The mental type signifies excellent comprehension and attack power. Without innate wisdom, comprehension is slow. Mages with innate wisdom find it easy to break through bottlenecks; these mages are naturally powerful, possessing exceptionally strong mental strength, and their attack methods are extremely unpredictable.