Full-Time Mage: One random forbidden spell per month

In the following year, Azure Dragon and Abyss Dragon both reached the intermediate Emperor level, and the strength of Golden Flame Dragon Lion also improved significantly.

"It's about time." Li Xingze's eyes shone brightly.

Li Xingze had already mastered all the magic systems, and could even complete the fusion of all systems in just a few breaths.

The only threats he can now face are the Southern Emperor and the Sahara Emperor.

Li Xingze's next target is the Southern Emperor, who can control the rise in sea level and poses a greater threat to China.

As for the Sahara Desert, Li Xingze planned to deal with the Southernmost Emperor before considering it.

However, to deal with the Southern Emperor, one must be fully prepared.

"Brother Ze, do you think Xuanwu might be in the far south?"

In the conference room, Zhao Manyan suddenly spoke.

Within a year, Mu Bai and Zhao Manyan both broke through to the forbidden spell level, and Mo Fan had even mastered the four forbidden spells.

It probably won't be long before he can comprehend the realm of the God of Law, just like Li Xingze.

The realm of the God of Magic does not represent strength, but rather a state of true mastery over magic, where even those who have never practiced magic can still unleash its power.

Therefore, even if Mo Fan really reached the realm of the God of Law, his strength still couldn't compare to Li Xingze's.

The single Demon-Slaying Thunder was something Mo Fan couldn't withstand.

"It's possible, but we'll have to go check to find out," Li Xingze said.

There must be a connection between the sacred totems. As long as Xuanwu is really in the far south, Zhuque will naturally be able to sense it when he arrives.

"Baxia definitely wants to go and see it, Brother Ze, I'll go with you to the far south," Zhao Manyan said solemnly.

Li Xingze nodded. With Zhao Manyan's defensive capabilities, even a legitimate emperor would find it difficult to break through in a short time. In addition, Baxia was indeed a formidable fighting force.

Mo Fan and Mu Bai naturally wanted to go as well. They had already banned spells, and if they wanted to go further, only the far south and the Sahara Desert would be somewhat challenging.

"Teacher, should we bring Uriel and the others along?" Shaka asked Li Xingze.

Over the course of the year, Shaga had reached the level of a sixteen-winged seraph, and her strength was no weaker than that of Michael before. Even Uriel, who was also a sixteen-winged seraph, was no match for her.

"Bring Uriel, Remiel, and Raphael along. As for the other angels, forget it; they'll just be a burden," Li Xingze said calmly.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away," Shaka nodded and said.

"Should we notify the other forces? Haven't they always wanted to attack the Southern Emperor?" Mu Bai asked.

"Heh, with their meager strength, even if they called them up, they'd only be bringing a few cannon fodder," Li Xingze said.

The strength of the Southern Emperor is undoubtedly far superior to that of the Cold Moon Eye Demon God, and being in the environment of the far south, his combat power is likely to be greatly enhanced.

It only comes in handy if you have at least the strength of a God-King; otherwise, it can only be used to clear out other demons.

Two days later, the group rode Baxia northwards along the ocean.

Once you enter the waters of the far south, the sunlight is exceptionally intense, especially when it shines on some icebergs that are like mirrors. The reflected light is dazzling and can even cause a stinging sensation on the skin over time.

It's a very strange feeling.

Despite being deep inside a frigid cave, it was also scorched by the scorching sun.

Every gust of wind felt like a sharp blade scraping against my skin, and my muscles and bones ached constantly—that was the effect of the ice invasion.

"This sun is so strong it's making my skin crack," Zhao Manyan said, rubbing the skin on the back of his hands.

"Heh, you should be glad we came at this time of year. If it were another time of year, we wouldn't even have the right to step into this forbidden land. The area of ​​the southern ice sheet would double, and the power of the ice invasion would be five times greater than it is now. Many ice field creatures might even die in that season," Lingling said.

At this moment, Li Xingze suddenly sensed a slight restlessness in the Vermilion Bird, followed by a surge of confidence entering his mind.

"The Black Tortoise is indeed in this far south, and the Vermilion Bird has already sensed it," Li Xingze said.

"Shall we go find Xuanwu first?" Zhao Manyan asked impatiently.

"Yes, let's find Xuanwu first." Li Xingze nodded.

Baxia continued to approach the far south, where huge icebergs appeared and disappeared in the hazy light.

This iceberg is not made of ordinary ice blocks, but a miracle formed by magic.

Their shapes are incredibly diverse; only nature could sculpt so many amazing forms.

To Li Xingze's surprise, there seemed to be liquid flowing inside these icebergs. It was a mysterious liquid containing powerful magic, shimmering with an alluring light beneath the ice.

The light was like the tears of mermaids in the deep sea, mysterious and captivating, making people want to get closer and explore, yet also fearful of its unknown magic.

"This liquid is a type of ice-attribute energy, which is extremely beneficial for ice-type mages to cultivate here," Li Xingze explained when he saw the crowd's confusion.

"Does that mean all these icebergs are magic stones?" Mo Fan asked in utter shock.

"Not really, they're a whole, almost impossible to mine, so we can only cultivate here," Li Xingze said, shaking his head.

"Could Xuanwu be here?" Zhao Manyan asked.

"It's possible. The sensation is getting clearer. Let's go up and take a look," Li Xingze said.

After setting foot on Iceland, the group continued their journey with Li Xingze.

Soon, Li Xingze felt an ancient and profound power rushing towards him, and the ice beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly.

The surrounding air grew increasingly cold and heavy, and an eerie atmosphere enveloped the entire group.

Li Xingze flew to the highest point in Iceland and looked down, discovering that the entire ice valley was shaped like a giant black tortoise, with the shape of its shell lifelike.

Each piece of tortoise shell is made of a thick layer of ice, with clearly visible patterns, clearly indicating that it is a totem mark.

"Old Zhao, this entire Iceland should be Xuanwu. Go and see if you can awaken it," Li Xingze said as he flew to Zhao Manyan's side.

Without much hesitation, Zhao Manyan flew directly in the direction Li Xingze pointed.

The moment Zhao Manyan touched the totem seal, the entire Iceland began to shake.

Soon, the ice began to melt and collapse, and the entire Iceland began to shake.

"Boom boom boom!!!!"

The massive and heavy outline of the tortoise shell slowly rises from under the ice, the texture on the shell like mysterious runes etched by time, each groove deep and clear.

As the ice layer recedes further, the basalt's thick limbs are revealed, its sturdy legs standing firmly on the seabed, as if they can support the entire world.

The raised serpent head snaked out, its cold eyes exuding majesty and mystery, and wisps of chilling air seemed to condense into a thin mist from its mouth. (End of Chapter)