Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 179 The Light of Totem, The Curse of Evil Fate

On the opposite bank of Mirror Lake, atop West Mountain.

From here, the entire Hundred Flowers Academy on the opposite bank is in sight, but Bai Mo and his companion clearly have no interest in looking down at the academy.

Their eyes were fixed on the western hill, which was covered with a purplish-red grass with square leaves.

Halfway up the mountain, a four-meter-tall Su grass swayed, its entire body a purplish-red like purple jade, with square leaves spreading out, looking no different from an ordinary plant.

Mu Zilin stopped in front of him.

"Goddess Ting, I brought two friends to see you."

Many seconds passed, and Mu Zilin still stood there devoutly, but the tall Su Cao in front of her did not respond at all.

"It seems to be asleep," Ding Yumin said at this moment.

Turning her head, Mu Zilin glanced at her in surprise, then nodded slightly. "Ting Shen is very old and spends most of her time sleeping."

"It can hear me calling, it just needs time to wake up, let's wait a bit."

As soon as Mu Zilin finished speaking, the purple sage in front of her began to sway.

"They're all extraordinary; it's been a long time since I've seen humans with such incredible talent."

"Yes, they are all very capable. One of them has some questions he would like to ask you."

"Let him tell me."

Mu Zilin turned to Bai Mo and said, "Ask away. Ting Shen has mental abilities and can answer your question."

"it is good."

Bai Mo nodded decisively, took two steps forward, and stared at the lepidium in front of him, wondering if demons needed etiquette to show respect.

Based on the principle that he wouldn't suffer any loss anyway, he bowed slightly.

"Ting Shen, I have a Divine Dust Tiger that has now entered the War General level advancement stage, but it will take some time before it can advance to the Commander level. I would like to know if there is any way to promote its growth."

"God Dust Tiger, that's a name I haven't heard in a long time."

"I know a place where there's a plant that these guys occasionally eat some of its fruit. I'll tell you where that place is."

The voice was indistinguishable between male and female, young and old, and the words and phrases seemed to still retain the rhythm and intonation of ancient times.

As soon as the telepathic communication ended, Bai Mo felt another telepathic message being transmitted to him, sketching a map in his mind.

Bai Mo examined it closely and it appeared to be located in the northwest of Jiangzhou. Then came a three-dimensional image of a plant.

He recognized it; it was a yellow jade fruit, widely distributed in southern Kyushu.

He twitched his lips, abandoning the idea of ​​searching for this plant in other regions. Perhaps the yellow jade fruit from northwestern Jiangzhou is different.

Otherwise, why not just provide a map of the plant itself, instead of just giving a 3D model of it?

At the same time, the surface of the lepidium suddenly glowed, and Ding Yumin's totem pendant also lit up.

It just flashed, but there was no other reaction.

This puzzled everyone present.

So Bai Mo asked, "Ting Shen, do you know about totems?"

I saw one; I heard it died later.

The leaves of the water lily swayed gently. "I am not a totem. Although I don't know why I reacted to that human's totem, I am not."

"But you just had a totem light appear on your body."

"I don't know either. This light appeared in recent years; it's very faint, useless, and may not even be totem light."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, suddenly recalling the giant Wind-Seeking Flower he had seen in that mysterious valley when he came here last year.

Then he asked, "Do you know of a giant Wind-Seeking Flower in the southern valley?"

After a pause, Bai Mo added.

"His body size should be five or six times yours."

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Ding Yumin silently rolled her eyes. Knowing Bai Mo as she did, she knew that the last sentence was definitely said on purpose.

This person sometimes enjoys making others feel a little uncomfortable, and then he secretly laughs to himself.

Bai Mo glanced at Tingyi secretly, wondering if she had fallen asleep again due to her age, when he heard another thought come through.

"I didn't know. I can't move. Most of what happened was told to me by the younger generation of the Mu family. When I got bored, I told them to the younger generation's descendants."

"In that case, I have no further questions. Thank you, God Ting."

So the two of them enjoyed the scenery of Mirror Lake and listened to Mu Zilin chatter on and on about some interesting things He Tingshen told them.

After it got dark, we ate a meal nearby.

Luosifen (river snail rice noodles), with sour and spicy seasonings and bamboo shoots. Bai Mo likes it with extra peanuts and dried bean curd.

After the meal, we parted ways.

Feng Zhoulong's cursed substance was ready, but after Bai Mo remembered the mysterious valley, he couldn't resist the urge to go and see it.

Although his teacher Xiao Jun said at the time that they were just ordinary Wind-Seeking Flowers and the remains of ancient mountain spirits, Bai Mo always felt that it was too exaggerated.

How could an ordinary wind-seeking flower grow so big?

"Going to Guangzhou tomorrow?" Ding Yumin asked from the side.

"No, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow." Bai Mo shook his head.

"The valley you asked Tinghe about?"

"That's right." Bai Mo played with her hand, never getting tired of it. He sat up and glanced at the time.

It's time to start cultivating.

Taking a sip as a calming balm, Bai Mo closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

In the southern mountains, the two arrived at a mysterious valley.

The mountain spirit's corpse from the valley entrance has long since disappeared, but it remains at the mouth of the valley, which is neither too wide nor too narrow.

The pale blue wind-seeking flowers continued to grow, neither spreading outwards nor shrinking inwards.

Holding the Instant Movement Technique in their hands, a wind barrier surrounded the two of them.

Bai Mo led Ding Yumian slowly inside.

A pale white mist, composed entirely of flower spores, still shrouded the valley like a thin veil, while the surrounding wind made the air within a hundred meters of Bai Mo and his companion clear.

In the silence, the footsteps became all the more distinct.

As we ventured deeper, we saw enormous bluish-white Wind-Seeking Flowers, mountain spirit skeletons resembling small hills, spore columns gushing towards the sky, and pale blue wildflowers covering the entire mountainside.

It was presented to the two of them.

"How is it?" Bai Mo asked Ding Yumin.

"I did not feel any strong emotional fluctuations."

"How about we try using the Bai Ze Hundred Beasts Painting?"

"it is good."

Ding Yumin nodded, reached out and took off the Bai Ze pendant. A soft light immediately shone, illuminating the mountain spirit skeleton that resembled a hill.

"Hmm?" A questioning nasal sound came from Ding Yumin's mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"That thing wasn't completely dead; a wisp of its soul still supported the corpse as it absorbed the life force of the ground to replenish itself."

In an instant, Bai Mo's eyes narrowed, and his spatial mental energy gathered, forming a circular outline outlined by the floating air.

"Space Heavy Cannon!"

With rocket-like speed and Titan-like power, the space cannon blasted the hill that resembled a mountain spirit's head to smithereens.

At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Xunfenghua, who still stood quietly in the center of the giant corpse of the mountain spirit.

There was no reaction at all.

However, the power of Bai Ze's Hundred Beasts Diagram reacted after the mountain spirit's head was completely shattered.

A shimmering light connected the totem pendant and the mountain spirit's corpse, and then a scene slowly unfolded.

The viewpoint is very high, offering a view of the boundless mountains and forests. Directly in front of them, a middle-aged man dressed in an ancient hemp robe stands with his hands behind his back.

Then, it pointed to the sky, without any trace of magical structure, and the originally bright sky instantly turned as dark as ink.

Amidst the raging lightning, a thunder dragon's head, as massive as a mountain, emerged from the clouds, so lifelike it seemed like a real creature. Even just this glimpse of its body was enough to inspire awe and fear!

The Thunder Dragon's head suddenly swooped down, its overwhelming power capable of shattering the projection. On its slender body, every strand of hair and every scale shimmering with purple light was clearly visible.

Like a real thunder dragon crashing down, its domineering eyes, crackling with rampant lightning, were so real and terrifying!

Then everything spun around, and all that remained in the scene was the earth and grass.

Then the perspective shifts, and the man in the ancient hemp robe is seen suspended above the giant mountain spirit, which is seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Reaching out and grabbing at the air, countless green light spots gather from the surrounding mountains and fields.

The light finally gathered between his fingers, and then he tossed it down.

A seed that looked real fell and planted on the mountain spirit's chest. Immediately afterwards, a pale blue flower grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After doing all this, the man turned and left.

Then the scene in the picture begins to change. The original plain gradually turns into a valley, and the original huge mountain spirit turns into skeletons and is covered by dust, leaving only a little bit of the soul that is not destroyed.

The original small flowers have grown into giant flowers tall enough to reach the valley, spraying out countless flower spores.

The screen then disappeared.

"It turns out that this Wind-Seeking Flower is really just an ordinary flower."

Bai Mo muttered to himself, and only then did he believe that the giant flower in front of him was not some kind of monster.

"What kind of magic is that?"

Ding Yumin recalled the two moves that the man in hemp clothing had unleashed.

The former could be done by a top-level thunder mage, but judging from the power, it might not be so lifelike.

As for the latter, it actually conjured a seed with the ability to reproduce out of thin air, which is completely different from the current plant-based magic.

More importantly, neither of his spells showed a single glimmer of starlight, even if it was faint and fleeting.

Even someone like Bai Mo, who has mastered the One Thought Star Chart, will still have starlight flashing when he releases mid-level magic.

Even spells derived from mutations are no exception. This is because all the magical evolution of human mages is accomplished through the changes in stars.

Moreover, the two spells cast by the man in hemp clothing did not appear to be low-level spells.

Could it be that it was too fast for them to see? Or is there someone who can conjure stars in an instant?

Bai Mo naturally heard Ding Yumin's question, and he shook his head.

"I don't know. Our knowledge is still too limited, and our cultivation level is not high enough. How could we possibly understand it? Perhaps it's some kind of forbidden technique. There's nothing more worth exploring here. Let's go."

There are so many secrets in history, and they are already very fortunate to know about this flower and the story of this mountain spirit.

Continuing to explore would merely be picking up fragments from a vast sea of ​​historical records, which is not what they should be doing now.

Knowing that magic can be so varied and powerful is enough.

The Demon City Mage Tower, Feng Zhoulong's Research Lab.

A vial of cursed substance, resembling a medicine, was sealed by Feng Zhoulong in a special container and handed to Bai Mo.

Bai Mo then turned around and handed it to Ding Yumin.

Before the two could ask, he began to recount the information about this cursed substance with a smug look on his face.

"I call it Evil Fate. This is absolutely the most bizarre cursed substance I've ever created in my life!"

"The name is alright, but it sounds really sinister."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, offered a comment, and then asked, "So what is its effect?"

"It has two effects! Or rather, these two smaller effects together constitute the larger effect of 'evil life'!"

Feng Zhoulong said excitedly.

Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me.

"Young man, you really have no patience at all," Feng Zhoulong said bluntly, then stopped teasing him.

"It's powerful; your girlfriend needs to be careful when taming it."

"Okay, okay." Bai Mo waved his hand. "Hey Lao Feng, why have you become so nagging? Are you getting old?"

Feng Zhoulong glanced at him expressionlessly, and then began to explain slowly and deliberately.

"Let's talk about the effects of evil first; I call it the incarnation of an evil spirit!"

"An avatar? This thing can even create avatars?! Does that mean I'm..."

Bai Mo's eyes widened, and before he knew it, some images flashed through his mind that needed to be blurred. Ding Yumin glared at him, and he coughed, asking with a serious expression:

"What can this avatar be used for?"

"It can be used in battle." Feng Zhoulong glanced at Bai Mo and blinked.

"She can cast any spell a curse mage can cast. The curse of incarnation does not have the effect of the evil spirit incarnation, but it does have the second minor effect of evil fate, blood curse life drain."

"Blood Curse that drains life? That sounds like a very evil ability. Won't it be classified as evil magic?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yumin's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"No, this effect is the same as a curse spell; it can be fatal or not."

Feng Zhoulong shook his head, and then Bai Mo asked, "Tell me about it."

"The Blood Curse can corrode the body of the cursed person and absorb their life force, storing it in their avatar for self-healing. This can be controlled; the specifics will only be known after refining it."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, his expression turning strange again, and he asked somewhat guiltily:

"How many avatars can there be?"

Ding Yumin kept rolling her eyes; all she could think about was the color of the stars on the five-star red flag.

"One at most," Feng Zhoulong replied quickly.

"Creating an avatar shouldn't be that easy, right?"

"No, but it's not too difficult either."

Feng Zhoulong took a sip of water and continued, "I don't know how to cultivate an avatar either; only the possessor of the cursed substance knows."

"Then Yu Mian, you should go and refine this evil fate quickly. I'll watch from outside."

Bai Mo pointed to a meditation room.

Ding Yumin glanced at him. "You're looking forward to it?"

"I'm looking forward to it! Such a powerful ability, of course I'm looking forward to it. I hope you become stronger."

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Without saying anything, Ding Yumin entered the meditation room, while Bai Mo waited inside.

Since there were no outsiders around, he looked at Feng Zhoulong.

"Hey Lao Feng, I'm quite pleased with your wicked ways, but I've just realized that you're not exactly a decent person either, tsk tsk tsk."

Feng Zhoulong immediately became displeased and pointed at Bai Mo's nose, loudly rebuking him.

"Don't slander me out of thin air or make things up. It's clearly a legitimate ability; what's wrong with it!"

(End of this chapter)