Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

Climbing to the top of the fifth realm is indeed not stressful, but if you stay on the top step and resist the pressure of the emperor's spirit, you may not be able to do it easily. At least with Mo Fan's current level, he can't stand it.

As expected, he was exhausted after a while and his mental power was directly used up. This place is also a good place to improve the spiritual realm, but it is limited to the middle realm and below.

It just so happened that the training time of the Void Altar was over, and the person in charge took Mo Fan out.

So far, the trip to Australia has come to an end.

"Hiss! What's wrong with you?" Han Ji was shocked when his mental power probed into Mo Fan's spiritual world.

Six-element high-level level 3, fifth realm mental power! This is more than a world of difference compared to before entering, it is simply outrageous.

"No wonder you kid insisted on exchanging for the opportunity to practice in the Void Altar, did you successfully reach the top?" Han Ji asked excitedly.

As the most awesome training holy place in the world, Han Ji naturally came here to experience it. However, at that time, he was already a super-class mage, and he was wearing a Star Sea Magical Instrument. Even the top level of the Void Altar was not enough to bring him a rapid improvement in cultivation.

According to Chen Xian's feeling, after breaking through the super-class of the Space System, if he continued to cultivate the Space System inside, one day would be equivalent to four days outside. It was hard to say whether this efficiency was high or not.

After the super-class, each small level up was extremely difficult. It was very likely that a full year of cultivation would only improve a small level for a system. You should know that in the original work, Mo Fan's little loach absorbed a large amount of Holy Spring, and even absorbed the essence of the armor robe Zhankong, evolving into a unique and heaven-defying soul-cultivating magic instrument.

However, there was no sign of Mo Fan's super-class cultivation making a rapid improvement. By the time of the Demon City Sea Battle, he had only just broken through the third level of the Super-class of the Thunder System, and there was also a reason for the investment of a lot of resources.

After the battle of the Magic City, with the large amount of spirit and residual spirit provided on the battlefield and the awakening of the Azure Dragon Soul, Mo Fan still spent a whole year to upgrade the seven systems to the super level.

It is enough to see how difficult it is to upgrade to the super level.

If you use cheats, you have to retreat for a year. If you don’t use cheats, you have to endure ten years?

“Of course, I, Mo Fan, am not famous for nothing!” Mo Fan said proudly, and then told Han Ji about the journey.

After hearing this, Han Ji’s eyes flashed with envy, and then he said: “You are really lucky. You only need to climb 20 floors to get a seat on the top of the tower. I climbed more than 70 floors to get a seat...”

“Let’s not talk about this. Go back to China! Go back! You have been waiting for me for so long, and I am almost out of my mind...”

…

Flying Flower Festival! As a special festival of the Parthenon, it has now become a grand celebration for the whole of Greece.

During this festival, the honey-tea-colored petals and turquoise leaves on the sacred mountain linger in the monsoon, drifting into the Acropolis and embellishing the entire city.

The festival attracts believers from all over the world, making the Acropolis extremely lively. People wait quietly at the foot of the mountain the night before, hoping to be the first to enter the Temple of Faith to listen to the prayers and express their expectations.

However, this year, the Parthenon suddenly announced that it would close on the important day of the Flying Flower Festival!

Countless believers who came to participate in the festival celebrations were puzzled and disappointed. Everyone was speculating on the reasons behind it, but the Parthenon had never responded to this, and the believers could only leave one by one in disappointment.

…

In the temple, Xinxia slowly woke up from the dizziness. She didn't understand why her body was so weak. Even though she was now a high-level mage, she still felt powerless.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes were countless Parthenon executives, who pointed at her and scolded her, as if she had done something against the will of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a pungent smell of blood came, and Xinxia woke up all of a sudden.

Looking down, she saw the body of another candidate for the goddess, Saint Pan Nijia, lying on the wheelchair. She stared at her with her eyes wide open and a ferocious expression.

And her hands were covered with blood!

"I... I killed her?" Xinxia murmured to herself in disbelief.

"It seems that you really don't know that your soul is innocent, but your other soul is unforgivable!"

"Second generation Salan!"

...

Mo Fan took a plane back to China. He originally planned to find a place to play in the wild to consolidate his cultivation, but Lingling called him immediately and asked him to go to the hunting ground.

When he arrived at the hunting ground, Mo Fan saw Xiao Lingling at the bar. She seemed to have entered adolescence. She grew a lot taller and was almost as tall as Mo Fan's shoulders. Her body gradually began to have the outline of a girl.

"What's the matter? Why are you calling me here so urgently?" Mo Fan asked.

Lingling didn't say anything, but she looked at Mo Fan with a strange look, a feeling that couldn't be described.

"I don't know how to say it. I'll explain it to you slowly when my sister comes."

"What's so hard to say? It's not your first period, is it..." Mo Fan didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Lingling didn't show any expression because of Mo Fan's joke, and still looked at him with a strange look.

Mo Fan saw her like this and realized that something big had happened, and quickly put away his smile.

"You have to be mentally prepared."

"Me?" Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat.

Just as he was talking, Leng Qing and others walked in. Also arriving with her were Tang Yue and Tang Zhong, all three of whom looked at Mo Fan with very unhappy expressions.

"Something happened?" Mo Fan asked, feeling a little afraid in his heart. He was afraid of hearing that something happened to Xinxia or Mo Jiaxing.

Leng Qing and others said nothing, and the atmosphere was very unpleasant.

"Are you planning to sit here all the time?" Mo Fan asked.

"Mo Fan, it is difficult for us to explain this matter to you. Let me tell you what we know. Although it is ridiculous, the evidence is conclusive, and we have to accept this fact." Tang Zhong said.

"Well, tell me."

"Let's start with Salang. You are no stranger to him. He is one of the seven cardinals of Heijueting. He escaped from the Holy Inquisition half a year ago and was later killed by an undercover agent of our Inquisition who hid beside him."

"Then what?" Mo Fan said.

"Do you still remember Wang Chong? This is a kind of curse and psychic forbidden spell, a magical creation that can confuse people's memory and even control their memory. Based on the research of the Inquisition and the Holy Inquisition, we have come to a conclusion , Salan probably does not refer to a certain person, but to a certain soul, a certain memory, and a certain will!"

"So, Sa Long is not dead yet? He is just a dead body?" Mo Fan asked.

"It is very possible that the Black Jueting has been dead for countless years. We infer that Salang is likely to disperse his will and interests among countless forgetful insects. Once it dies, there will be the next generation of Salang. Birth!"