The Strongest Magician of Gods

In the end, Mo Bei met with tragedy. The intense pain throughout his body was excruciating, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably and blood to gradually seep from his pores.

Thus, his entire skin was covered with a faint layer of blood mist.

The bones glowed, and the thick veins shone brightly, making the body even more sore.

"This damn monk is treating me like this, isn't he afraid of using too much force and killing me?!"

Mo Bei gritted his teeth, a trickle of blood staining between them, his back bent and slowly pressing down.

The situation changed too quickly at this moment. As the boulder pressed down inch by inch, he lowered his body even further.

Blood and sweat mingled together, and streams of sweat, like waterfalls, dripped down his cheeks. The sweat was blood-red and carried a heavy, pungent smell of blood.

"Damn it, I can't hold on much longer."

Mo Bei panicked. The stone was too heavy for him to move, so he could only stand still.

His scalp tingled, he clenched his teeth, and used all his strength to forcefully pour it into his arms.

His arms were trembling violently, his bones cracking and spasming, but Mo Bei endured the pain and toughed it out.

"Stay calm. This is a training you can only do on your own. That's all you can do."

He controlled his breathing, and his abdomen gleamed.

"Swish"

A faint light shimmered on the dull ring. Mo Bei's eyes flashed, and he found himself at the dark entrance of the cave.

Mo Bei was panting heavily. In his soul state, he felt an immense gravity pressing his soul down to the ground.

"Damn it, I can't even dodge in my soul form, are you trying to kill me?!"

Mo Bei shouted, his entire soul in agony, as if an unseen force was constantly at work.

"rustle"

He slowly climbed up, his whole body aching terribly.

With great difficulty, Mo Beida stood up, panting heavily, and slowly moved forward.

"You damned monk, you wait! When I see you, I'll scare you to death, you bastard!"

Mo Bei cursed as he dragged his heavy body toward the light.

It was still that same small courtyard, with a faint magical energy rising from the withered lotus leaves. He wondered if he was seeing things, but suddenly noticed that the water at the base of the lotus leaves had increased a little bit.

He struggled to reach the giant lotus, reaching out to grab the tip of a leaf. The leaf was so big that Mo Bei slowly climbed up, and the entire leaf gradually drooped down.

"squeak"

He trembled and it took him quite a while to climb up the lotus leaf. The huge leaf drooped to the ground, but fortunately it did not break.

"Incredibly sturdy."

Another test, and Mo Bei was amazed by the wonders of the Penglian.

On the enormous leaf, Mo Bei retreated inch by inch, and with each step, the lotus leaf slowly rose from the ground.

He retreated to the base of the lotus leaf, and the lotus leaf returned to its original state.

Mo Bei quietly observed that this was the base of the leaf, with stripes showing through the bright green, and tall leaf veins curling up on both sides. Looking at it this way, Mo Bei felt as if he had come to a huge chasm.

"Amazing."

Mo Bei exclaimed in admiration, then gradually sat down cross-legged.

He closed his eyes, and images of body-refining techniques flashed through his mind.

His idea was simple: to relearn the Body Tempering Technique under gravity and address the root causes of any attack.

"Wow"

In his soul form, he laboriously raised his arm, assuming the Five Hearts Questioning Heaven posture, his entire body seemingly containing immense energy.

"Zizi"

As Mo Bei cultivated, his physical body shone brightly, and a tremendous energy revived from within him. Ancient and powerful tendons seemed to pierce through the river of time, climbing up the turbulent currents.

"rumble"

His body trembled, and as he completed the first body tempering diagram, the pressure on him suddenly eased a bit.

"effective."

Seeing that the pressure had eased a little, Mo Bei's spirits lifted, and he plunged into frantic cultivation.

"Bobo bobo..."

As each body tempering diagram was completed, the body became harder, the bones stronger, and even the spine emitted a dazzling silver light, like a blazing holy sword.

That was terrifying; under the influence of gravity, Mo Bei's potential was unleashed once again.

At this moment, blood-red lines gradually appeared on the flesh outside, and the surrounding space gradually grew cold.

"what happened?"

Mo Bei felt a chill that seemed to come from the very soul, but it vanished in an instant.

It was a familiar coolness, and Mo Bei understood it deeply.

"Perhaps the reason why I can cultivate the Body Tempering Technique so quickly is because of those runes!"

Mo Bei shook his head and sighed. He still hadn't figured out the power of those runes. The power that even Mu Tianxuan longed for must be incredibly strong.

The crimson runes only appeared faintly on the body; the characters were stiff and cold, having lost their original liveliness, and disappeared in an instant.

The moment the runes manifested, his physical power soared once more, and his violent true energy spread out, accompanied by a sense of heat.

On that day, the sun was high in the sky. In the bamboo forest, Mo Bei closed his eyes and carried a huge stone on his back. The only difference was that there was no more sweat on his forehead or his whole body.

That's terrifying. In such a short time, Mo Bei had clearly mastered that kind of power.

As noon approached, Mo Bei's eyebrows twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes amidst his weariness.

"That was fucking thrilling."

Mo Bei exhaled a breath expressionlessly, looked at the horizon with a sense of ease, and although he was carrying a huge rock on his back, he lifted one leg to test the feeling and found it incredibly easy.

Meanwhile, in the dilapidated monastery, the fat monk took a swig of liquor and squinted at the sky.

"That's about enough. We can't go too far. Given that guy's stubborn nature, it's not a bad idea to temper him a bit."

The fat monk mumbled incoherently as he reached out and tore at the golden-yellow chicken leg on the table, his mouth dripping with oil.

"It smells so good! This roast chicken is delicious. I want to have another one."

He stared greedily at another whole roast chicken, drool dripping from his mouth onto the ground.

"That chicken is so fat, that guy definitely can't finish it. I might as well have some more."

The fat monk's eyes gleamed with greed. After struggling for a while, he swallowed hard, sniffing the aroma of the roast chicken.

"Shameful, shameful! Never mind, hehe, I'll eat some more."

After a moment, he stopped hesitating, swallowed hard, and then pulled a chicken leg off another roast chicken.

Delicious, sweet, and soft, the fat monk was satisfied after a long while. He uncorked the gourd and took another swig of strong liquor.

He burped, stood up, wrapped up the roast chicken on the table, and turned around, his plump belly trembling.

“He must have suffered a lot. Let’s wait a while longer to test his patience and then teach him some of his specialties.”

The fat monk thought to himself.