The Strongest Magician of Gods

As they sped along, Mo Bei's vision gradually dimmed. The tall buildings around him flashed by, and drops of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Hoo"

A gentle breeze carried the blood far away, dripping onto the heads of the crowd in the bustling street below.

"Pat-pat"

Blood splattered everywhere. In the crowd in the market, a middle-aged man touched the top of his head and looked up.

"It's raining."

The man looked around in confusion. He reached up and touched the top of his head, and what he saw next horrified him.

"It's...it's blood."

The man's palms were covered in bright red blood. He looked up in alarm and saw a magician riding a broom, quickly gliding past the middle of the building.

"That...that's a magician, he seems to be injured," the man said in alarm.

At this moment, Mo Bei clung to the magic broom, relying on his willpower to maintain a sliver of consciousness. He knew that if he stopped now, it would be difficult to return.

"I can do it, I can manage, I will live like this forever."

Mo Bei muttered weakly, repeating himself incessantly. He was terrified of ending his life like this. He longed to live, because nothing in this world was more terrifying than death.

The magic broom darted about, and as Mo Bei's magic power gradually dwindled, its flight became increasingly unstable.

"Whoosh"

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the magic broom turned from the bustling street into a dark forest, which was where the Austin Magic Academy was located.

Austin Academy was quiet and deserted. A broom flew crookedly from the Black Bridge and into the magic academy.

The statue of the flying serpent in the distance seemed to be beckoning to Mo Bei. Mo Bei smiled wistfully, knowing he was safe.

"cough cough"

With a series of rapid coughs, Mo Bei coughed up blood. At this moment, the skin on his chest had turned from dark purple to purplish-black, the color of congealed blood.

"call"

Mo Bei mustered a sliver of energy, his lips pale, and forced himself to overcome his physical weakness, controlling his magic broom to bypass the statue of the flying serpent and enter the dense cluster of school buildings.

He circled among the many teaching buildings, and a lot of noise reached Mo Bei's ears, but he no longer had the energy to pay attention.

"Whoosh"

Mo Bei controlled the magic broom, sweeping it across the top of the teaching building. Slowly, slowly, a tall library appeared in his hazy vision.

"call"

The magic broom slowly entered the library. In his daze, Mo Bei finally relaxed, and with no strength left, he closed his eyes. The magic within him ceased to control the magic broom, and he completely fainted, a pale smile on his face.

"call out"

The magic broom, having lost control of its magic, charged into the library like a wild horse let loose, stumbling and scraping against the tall walls. It circled the enormous library a few times before finally crashing helplessly into a corner.

"Splash!"

The wooden base of the broom slammed against the wall, sending the unconscious Mo Bei flying. He crashed headfirst into a huge bookshelf, but fortunately, only a dozen or so enormous magic books fell to the ground.

An eerie silence filled the library during the day; Mo Bei fainted, and no one could detect her attack.

"Whoosh"

Enveloped in darkness and utter silence, a sharp pain throbbed through Mo Bei's body.

"It hurts, damn it!"

Mo Bei cursed weakly, his tightly closed eyes being jolted awake by the pain in his body.

"Ah"

Mo Bei grunted and slowly got up, his bewildered eyes flashing with several blurry double images.

Where is it now?

With his vision blurred, Mo Bei asked in a low voice, the clear sound of flowing water occasionally reaching his ears. At this moment, his eyes finally saw where he was.

"I've entered a dream again!"

Mo Bei's face was deathly pale; he was too badly injured.

The sound echoed, but there was no response. Mo Bei slowly walked towards a glimmer of light in front of the cave.

"Swish"

Before long, Mo Bei saw the familiar scene again: a huge, colorful lotus swaying in the breeze, with cool water swirling around its roots, making a gurgling sound.

"The injury is too severe. The force of the tearing has weakened. It's best to recover your magic power first and then slowly repair the injury."

Mo Bei made up his mind and slowly climbed up the huge lotus leaf on the lotus plant.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and five-colored light shone from behind him, making him look like a celestial being.

"huhu"

Mo Bei took a deep breath and circulated the Netherworld Fire Symphony meditation technique within his body. Gradually, his body was enveloped in firelight, forming a huge cocoon, with the firelight continuously penetrating into his flesh.

Outside, as Mo Bei practiced meditation, his physical body emitted a dazzling fluorescent light, which was extremely captivating.

An hour later, the magic power that had been depleted by the body was fully replenished.

One hour in the outside world is actually two days in the dream.

Two days was enough for Mo Bei to recover his magic power. After he sat cross-legged and his listless spirit recovered, an even more intense flame enveloped him.

It has to be said that the meditation method "Symphony of Fire" is too amazing. Mo Bei has only cultivated the third magic rune, but he has already shown many profound insights.

And so, another two hours passed.

The body, covered in wounds, gradually recovered almost instantly. The large bruises on its chest slowly faded and returned to their normal color. Its entire body glowed with a bright fluorescence, and the meridians wrapped in the fluorescence shimmered like dragons. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before it was fully recovered.

"My body has almost fully recovered."

Mo Bei opened her eyes. The injuries in her body were gradually fading away, and it was clear that she no longer needed to use meditation to heal.

"It's time."

Mo Bei stood up, leaped off the lotus leaf, and walked towards the memory stone.

Sure enough, after a short while, a dark shadow gradually appeared on the wall. Mo Bei's pupils shrank, and he was surprised. This time, the magic that the shadow was practicing was the high-level magic that Mo Bei had been dreaming of - invisibility.

"It's like a pillow being delivered when you're sleepy. I wonder what the standards are for this recording stone. And now it suddenly allows me to practice invisibility. I wonder if it's because of Zhuge Yu."

Mo Bei muttered to himself that ever since his battle with Zhuge Yu, he had become increasingly fascinated by spacetime magic. He also knew that the high-level magic of invisibility was actually related to spacetime. Although it was only a connection, the value of invisibility could still be seen from it.

"It's just in time; it's exactly the magic I need."

Mo Bei smiled, his eyes fixed on the figure on the memory stone. He had been watching the figure intently ever since it activated its invisibility spell, not daring to look away for even a moment.