The Strongest Magician of Gods

The magnificent palace, its dazzling glass gleaming with golden light, radiates boundless brilliance deep within the magical forest.

Standing before the palace, Mo Bei and his companions were filled with awe. The space inside was enormous, and every commoner magician was captivated by its vastness.

"So this is a branch of the Soul-Seizing Hall?"

A group of commoner magicians marveled, their humble hearts trembling.

They went inside, but upon closer inspection, their eyes were filled with the power of desire, a deep crimson, as if some secret force was compelling them to move forward.

An unparalleled mystical power permeated the entire palace, captivating everyone within it.

"I am the strong one, hehehe."

A novice mage sneered coldly as he walked to the palace. His personality suddenly changed drastically, his expression twisted in an extreme way, and a terrifying magical power emanated from his body.

"I'm not, I'm not."

Another magician struggled in agony, clutching his scalp with both hands, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes confused, but the aura emanating from him grew ever stronger.

"Something's not right."

Luo Xiu surveyed the crazed mages near the palace; a terrifying sense of crisis loomed over him.

He looked around, but it was too late.

As Mo Bei and his companions approached the ancient palace, a mysterious and bewitching power swirled within their hearts, and in an instant, they were drawn into it.

"This is too unreal, as if I have already reached the pinnacle of the magical realm."

As Peng Zu approached the palace, he seemed to hear a series of bewitching voices.

The voice clearly came from the beautiful sorceress.

"Come on, come on!"

The alluring voices filled the air, and Peng Zu lost his senses, his eyes turning bloodshot. The woman beckoned to him again, and the stimulating, seductive sounds reached his ears. The moans of many women filled his ears, and his steps trembled. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he struggled.

"Go quickly!" Peng Zu roared with his last bit of strength.

In the end, Peng Zu was captivated. His crimson, desire-filled eyes looked over, and his steps became resolute as he climbed step by step toward that sacred place.

At the same time, Mo Bei and his companions were also bewildered by a terrifying sight.

Mo Bei stood atop a sacred mountain, his body stained with blood, while countless beings below knelt in worship. Then, a divine halo appeared behind him.

"For so many years, I have broken free from the shackles of fate and defeated all the gods. Now, I, Mo Bei, am the only god in the world."

Looking down from the sacred mountain, Mo Bei saw enormous and majestic figures transform into mountains and rivers, from which massive streams of blood-red water flowed.

He was deeply immersed in it; it was the freedom he had longed for, and now it had arrived.

A roar shook the heavens as Mo Bei howled through endless time and space. With a single roar, mountains and rivers shattered, seas reversed their course, and endless waves engulfed the boundless world.

Within the palace grounds, once a novice mage approaches, they are instantly captivated by the mysterious power within, which is a terrifying illusion conjured from their desires.

That was terrifying. In the distance, hundreds of novice mages were terrified, walking on tiptoe like the dead.

Their bodies were ramrod straight, their expressions numb, deeply immersed in the power of desire.

Mo Bei and his three companions also lost their former vigor, becoming numb like everyone else, walking on tiptoe in silence.

It was a terrifying necromancy technique. The caster's skill was so high that they fell into the embrace of the undead before they could even react.

"Hehe, another piglet has come in. Send them into the blood pool to nurture the sacred artifact."

From afar, through everything in the illusion, this place was not a palace at all, but a huge pool of blood surging with vast blood energy.

The blood pool was a deep crimson, with hundreds of blood-red corpses floating on it, each inscribed with mysterious necromancy runes.

Their bodies flowed with scarlet blood, which poured into a vast pool of blood, merging into a crimson ocean.

That's terrifying. No matter what level you are, once you enter the main hall, you will be bewitched by that power and slowly sink into the blood pool to become nourishment.

Numb mages walked through the alluring mist and stepped into the blood pool. Their bodies quickly floated up, and a terrifying power surged into their bodies from the sea of ​​blood.

Soon, rings of blood-red runes condensed from their bodies.

"Thump thump"

Hundreds of novice mages numbly tumbled into the pool of blood and floated to the surface. It was too bizarre; as if they were cursed, terrifying cursed power emanated from their bodies.

The magicians, caught in the sea of ​​desire, had not yet awakened from their confusion when they were completely reduced to stiff corpses.

"Hehe, once these piglets are refined by the blood talisman, the master will be overjoyed. Don't forget our agreement then."

Beside the blood pool, a male and a female high-level elementalist sneered.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I know how to handle this." The woman smiled alluringly, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Since arriving in Austin, although they didn't know why that person had come to such a remote place, they had gained a lot in just a few days. In a few more days, the gestation of the sacred artifact would be almost complete, and a reward would be indispensable.

"Once all the piglets are captured, Junior Sister, there is no need for mercy. Use the power of the sacred artifact to refine their essence and blood."

His every word exuded ruthlessness, and the man's skull-patterned magic robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes shrouded in a bloodthirsty aura.

"I will obey my senior brother's orders."

The woman bowed slightly and sneered.

At this moment, as figures floated up one after another, Mo Bei and his group followed closely behind. They arrived a little later and were in the queue a bit further back.

They walked through the dilapidated palace, numb and disoriented, unable to be awakened even by the loud thumping sounds around them.

As more and more corpses floated in the pool, a thick aura of death permeated the dim space.

The deathly aura rose from the corpses and gathered in the space, making the surrounding space unusually cold and gloomy.

If a mage skilled in necromancy were to pass by at this moment, they would surely be able to see that this place is clearly a place of malevolent influence.

This place of malevolent energy has existed for countless years. Its malevolent aura grew stronger and stronger, eventually encroaching on the surrounding area, thus transforming it into the extremely yin place it is today.

Legend has it that this extremely yin place breeds filth, and once a magician falls in, he will soon be swallowed up by the yin energy, leaving no trace of his body.

These magicians were unlucky. The original Yin energy was corroding their bodies, and on top of that, a powerful figure cast an illusion. Unfortunately, these magicians were too low-level, and they probably wouldn't even feel the pain of death.