The Strongest Magician of Gods

Mo Bei sped along, his body swaying precariously in mid-air, his disheveled hair flying wildly through the air.

He followed the route and flew for about two hours before the hazy mountain peaks gradually appeared ahead.

A huge bamboo forest is hidden on the dense mountain peaks.

His purpose in coming here was quite clear: he had come to meet the fat monk.

The dilapidated monastery was bustling with activity, as a group of commoners dressed in monastic robes went in and out, amidst an eerie silence.

Mo Bei straightened up and stood in mid-air, the four gray-blue wings on his magic boots flapping gracefully.

In the silence, a group of civilians trembled as they looked up at Mo Bei. Upon seeing that he was wearing a sky-blue magic robe, many of them bowed down.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Magician."

Holding scriptures, their expressions shifted, and they bowed deeply.

At this moment, the fat monk in the monastery had a solemn look in his eyes. He sensed the aura of a magician and only felt relieved when he saw Mo Bei above him.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Mo Bei stood in the air, his body slowly descending as he walked over.

People in the magical world have the utmost respect for magicians, though some also harbor a degree of fear towards them.

Mo Bei walked into the dilapidated monastery, through the long corridor, until he saw a familiar figure.

From afar, the fat monk grinned憨憨地.

"Let's talk after we go in."

The fat monk gave a cryptic hint, and Mo Bei nodded slightly. The two then went to the backyard.

This is the fat monk's resting place, not open to the public. Cultivation and scripture inquiry can only be carried out in the front yard.

"Your identity will not be exposed for the time being, but you must always be vigilant. A few days ago, someone was secretly investigating me. The other party was an old man with strong combat power, who cultivated necromancy techniques," the fat monk said calmly.

"Who is this person? It's hard to imagine that someone in Austin City has such abilities, even tracking you down. Could it be someone from the Soul Stealer's Hall?"

Mo Bei was terrified, because his biggest backer at present was the fat monk. If the fat monk encountered danger, his way out would be completely cut off.

"No, it's another force investigating you. The specifics are unclear. The Blood Fiend Hall values ​​your mission highly and has already made arrangements at every level within the Soul-Seizing Hall. Their spies are aware of your existence and are doing everything they can to help you enter the outer sect. These people are not simple. If you enter the Soul-Seizing Hall, you must be constantly vigilant and not be careless," the fat monk sighed.

"Entering the Soul-Seizing Hall, and you can't even trust them? That's terrifying!" Mo Bei trembled.

"Better safe than sorry. Those people are no saints either; they're incredibly bloodthirsty. With your current magical strength, encountering them would be certain death. It's best to keep your distance to avoid becoming cannon fodder if things turn sour."

"Then I'll have to play it by ear once I join the sect," Mo Bei murmured, his voice filled with worry.

As the conversation continued, Mo Bei once again felt the uncertainty of his future, and the sense of impending life-or-death crisis suddenly weighed heavily on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Despite his immense power, he always felt his own insignificance.

"You should focus on your cultivation. Your illness has now been resolved, which is why it's a bit troublesome. However, with your magical talent, it shouldn't be fatal, so you can rest assured. There's still a long time before you enter the sect for cultivation. If you can reach the Great Perfection of the Burning Acupoints realm before entering the Soul-Seizing Hall, everything will be much easier. At least you'll have some self-defense capabilities against those people. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The fat monk's face was serious, and he hadn't spoken in that stern tone for many years.

Mastering the Ignition of the Six Divine Acupoints is the first hurdle a high-level mage must face. Igniting the six divine acupoints to unlock divine abilities is a difficult step.

The fat monk also knew how difficult it was for Mo Bei to reach the Burning Acupoint Realm. If he hadn't wasted those three years, he would have been able to achieve the Great Perfection of the Burning Acupoint Realm with his talent.

However, three years have been wasted. Given Mo Bei's current state, it would probably take him several more years to achieve this, since burning acupoints is not an easy skill to cultivate.

The fat monk knew all this, but he also knew Mo Bei's predicament. He said this only to make him understand one thing: you are in danger, but you have to save yourself.

There are many things in life that are unpredictable and beyond our control.

This is Mo Bei's fate, a terrifying experience between life and death.

"If you had another three-year grace period, with your talent you would surely have reached the pinnacle of the Ignition Acupoint. But your luck is bad, you can only rely on yourself to solve these troubles yourself," the fat monk said calmly.

"Oh! You said it would take me several more years to ignite the six divine acupoints. Are these six divine acupoints really that difficult to cultivate?" Mo Bei asked.

"Yes, not all high-level mages can cultivate it. The six divine acupoints contain all the principles of cultivation. Your situation..."

The fat monk explained to himself, afraid that Mo Bei wouldn't understand, so he wanted to keep it simple.

However, before he could finish speaking, Mo Bei interrupted him.

"Oh! Since it's so difficult to cultivate, is this what you mean?"

Mo Bei smiled slightly, and the magic power in his body instantly flowed through his meridians, gradually causing the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint on the top of his head to shine brightly.

Immediately afterwards, the Sanyang Divine Acupoint also glowed, followed by the Shenting Acupoint, then Shen, Yin, and so on. One after another, the divine acupoints suddenly burst forth with vast light from Mo Bei's body.

Six enormous, dazzling acupoints appeared in succession, and in an instant, the fat monk was shocked.

"The Ignition Point has reached its peak. How...how is this possible? When did you advance to this level?" The fat monk was utterly astonished.

Ignite the acupoints. Ignite the acupoints. It takes a long time to slowly draw out the magic power in the body. Some magicians can never get through this hurdle in their entire lives, but how long has it been since Mo Bei ignited his acupoints?

What a freakish kid! I was just getting really angry and worried about him, but who knew he would cultivate to such a level without saying a word.

"Good, good, good!" The fat monk laughed, his eyes shining.

"It's unbelievable that you've advanced to this level, but it's very good. With your current magical physique, you can barely cultivate physical techniques. I suppose you don't know what physical techniques are yet! I'll tell you about them today, and you'll benefit greatly from it. Physical techniques are ancient..."

The fat monk explained again, this time with genuine excitement, which surprised him.

However, this time, the fat monk was interrupted by Mo Bei again before he could finish speaking.

"Is this the physical skill you're talking about?"

Mo Bei's eyes flickered, and the magic power within his body manifested, making his skin appear crystal clear, and his tendons and bones grew as thick as a soaring dragon, emitting a terrifying luster.

From that luster, the fat monk could tell at a glance that Mo Bei had been practicing physical techniques for a long time; otherwise, how could he have developed such strong muscles and bones?

"The external cultivation method has been perfected." The fat monk trembled in surprise.