The Strongest Magician of Gods

The bloodshot eye between his brows remained still for a long time, and Mo Bei's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

The enormous blood-red eye was too mysterious, its origin unknown. From the first time it was discovered, the sinful aura emanating from it terrified Mo Bei.

Now that the disturbances have subsided, Mo Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

It's safe for now.

Mo Bei sped along in his dilapidated car. The streets on both sides were deserted, and some old-fashioned bars were dimly lit.

Everything in the magical world is mysterious, and many ancient castles and widely circulated legends are so charming and moving.

"huhu"

After driving around for a while, Mo Bei drove back to his residence.

"click"

In the darkness, Mo Bei opened the door and stepped inside, reaching out to turn on the dazzling magic lamp, her vision instantly brightened.

Smooth floor, comfortable sofas, and in the corner of the hall, a row of dark red shelves displays various red wines and a small amount of blue beer.

Those drinks were naturally meant for the previous owner to drown his sorrows, but now they've benefited Mo Bei.

He casually picked up a bottle of dark red wine and a crystal-clear tall glass from the shelf in the corner, and slowly walked towards the study.

The study, which was originally in a mess, has been completely transformed. A desk is now covered with beautiful black lacquer engravings of magical patterns, and the thick layer of dust that once covered it has been wiped clean by Mo Bei.

"dong dong"

Mo Bei walked to the table, slid his fingers across the surface, and casually placed the red wine and tall glass on it.

"call"

Mo Bei sighed deeply, sat down lightly on the huge chair, crossed his legs and put them on the table, and lowered his head deeply.

The night was boring. He couldn't pass the time with cultivation, and he looked rather dejected. The surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional croaking of frogs outside the window breaking the stillness.

"Boom"

Mo Bei turned over and stood up, forcefully opening the bottle of red wine. The bottle neck gently touched the tall glass, creating a crisp sound as the wine was poured.

After taking a small sip, Mo Bei pursed his lips and slumped back in his chair, as if he were fast asleep.

On the low bookshelves on both sides, a dozen or so ancient magic books were scattered haphazardly. The pages of the books were yellowish and had not been maintained for a long time, or perhaps watermarks were left on the pages by spilled tea.

"Flap flap flap"

Suddenly, in the quiet window, a white dove flapped its wings and flew in through the night-lit window.

The white dove was about the size of an outstretched hand, and it was cooing.

"cuckoo cuckoo"

As they approached the study, the white dove fluttered its wings and landed on a T-shaped stand on the corner of the desk, deftly retracting its wings as if waiting for something.

On the T-shaped stand was an ancient painting, an image of a six-winged angel. If there was anything special about it, it was that this was a graceful female angel, draped in scattered, shimmering silver armor, revealing most of her snow-white skin. Beneath the stand, a row of white quill pens gleamed.

The pigeon stopped, tilted its head, and slowly looked to both sides.

At this moment, the study resembled a beautiful painting: two low bookshelves, a magician lying down with his legs propped up on the desk, the surrounding walls gradually becoming hazy and tinged with a pale yellow, and a bird gazing intently.

"Coo coo coo coo," the white doves cooed intermittently, swaying their heads gracefully as they waited.

"call"

Mo Bei moved slightly, his breathing heavy, and slowly got up.

The sight of a man and a bird facing each other was quite amusing, leaving Mo Bei momentarily stunned.

But upon closer inspection, a letterbox was tied to the white dove's feet.

"A message delivered by carrier pigeon!" Mo Bei exclaimed in surprise.

He stood up, reached out and carefully tried to catch the white dove, as if afraid it would run away.

Only when his hand slowly touched the white dove's body did the dove startle and flap its wings. Without resisting, it stood steadily on Mo Bei's fist, its two thin dove legs tightly gripping Mo Bei's fingers.

“It’s quite spiritual.”

Mo Bei pulled out the letterbox and put the pigeon back on the 'T'-shaped pen holder.

"Boom"

Open the mailbox and take out the letters hidden inside.

When unfolded, it revealed densely packed writing.

To Mo Bei:

My dear little one, I am the chubby monk uncle you have never greeted before. From the moment you entered the magic academy, my expectations for you have been like the blazing sun hanging in the sky.

Since hearing that you joined the Soul-Capturing Hall, your closest uncle was so frightened that he couldn't sleep all night and has been drinking all day long ever since, and he misses you terribly.

But your choice represents your magical ambition, and even your closest uncle cannot stop you from pursuing it.

From this day forward, with the vastness of the world at your fingertips, one day you will surely become a holy magician, a figure of lifelong glory.

Your beloved Uncle Fat Monk

The Seventeenth Year of the Magic Era

After reading the letter, although it appeared to be an uncle's love and blessings for his nephew, it was actually a message being sent to Mo Bei.

"The Soul-Capturing Hall is investigating my identity. Now the fat monk has sent me a letter with good news, so I'm safe. I just don't know what method he used."

Mo Bei fell silent, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Forget it, I'll find some time to talk to him. I guess the fat monk only chose to use carrier pigeons because he couldn't find me these past few days!"

Mo Bei pondered, tapping his fingers on the desk before letting out a sigh. He then grabbed a white dove from the pen holder and slowly tossed it out the window.

"Flap flap flap"

The white dove flapped its wings and quickly flew into the night sky.

Mo Bei stared blankly for a long time before collapsing back in his chair, his mind still preoccupied with something.

"Flap flap flap"

Just then, an unexpected scene unfolded outside the window: a white dove peered out and circled around the window, its entire body almost standing upright, its belly feathers perfectly aligned.

"Forehead"

Mo Bei was surprised. He initially thought the pigeon had flown back, but upon closer inspection, he realized that someone had delivered a message to him again.

"Who could it be!" Mo Bei sighed.

He disappeared for far too long this time, for several days and nights. Those who were looking for him had no idea where Mo Bei had gone, which led to the amusing scene of a message being delivered by a white dove.

The white dove flapped its wings rapidly, circled for a while, and then suddenly drew an arc in the air before flapping its wings and jumping in.

"Flap, flap."

This time, the white dove was clearly a novice. It plopped straight down on the table, raised its pointed beak and eyes on both sides, and looked at Mo Bei with a swaying gaze.

"Wow, you're so self-righteous!"

Mo Bei was amused by the dove's adorable appearance. He reached out and grabbed the dove, still feeling its warmth.

"There's plenty of meat, enough for a bowl. No wonder you can't fly," Mo Bei said with a smirk.

Upon hearing this, the white dove seemed to understand, and kept flapping its wings at Mo Bei's fingers, becoming unsteady on its feet.

"Can't you just stop for a bit this late!"

Mo Bei muttered to himself as he reached out and took out the letter bucket that was tied to the white dove.

Then they pulled out the letter and a black invitation.