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

Chapter 210 Entering the Abyss of Evil

As soon as Bai Mo approached Sha Yuan, he felt gusts of yin wind tearing at him like ghostly hands.

Just then, he took out the remaining water from the Kun Well and drank it with Ding Yumin. At the same time, the Silver Hairpin Spear from the Star River suddenly appeared in his hand, and a faint power enveloped him.

Meanwhile, Ding Yumin, standing beside her, also had a pendant around her neck that shimmered, counteracting the invasion of the evil winds from the Abyss.

Seeing this, Mo Fan touched his pendant, feeling that he wasn't the most special one.

Han Ji nodded slightly in relief upon seeing this.

He looked at Bai Mo and said, "I'm entrusting the ancient capital to you."

"Prepare your thanks." With a light smile, Bai Mo's gaze fell on several villagers who had fainted from the sight of the Abyss of Fiends.

"Old Han, you should take them back."

"Okay." Han Ji glanced at the unconscious villagers, then at the remaining six people. "I'm leaving now."

He also needed to return to the bell tower to take charge of the overall situation and gather the monks who had come to escort him, so that they would not all perish here.

"Jump." Bai Mo glanced at the group, then looked at the Abyss of Fiends. All he could see were eerie undead, one on top of another. The shadows of ghosts grew throughout the Abyss of Fiends, roaring and howling, and the eerie winds they stirred up threatened to tear one's soul apart.

Every cell in everyone's body was screaming, shouting, and crying out, wanting to escape. They couldn't understand how Bai Mo could look at this Fiend Abyss and utter those two words so casually.

Is that terrifying abyss, where even the soul longs to escape the body, truly a place where the living can set foot?

"Why don't you jump first?" Mo Fan looked at him questioningly. He had never understood why Bai Mo wanted to get involved in this mess.

"Alright, let's go then." Bai Mo looked down, feeling quite pressured, as the scene before him was simply too shocking.

Pulling Ding Yumin along, Bai Mo noticed that she also seemed a little nervous, so he simply closed his eyes and jumped down.

"Get down!!"

"Come down! Feel my pain!"

"Want to hear my story? Please listen!! Please listen!!!"

Within the immense storm of resentment, the cries of demons and ghosts never ceased. The overwhelming resentment could overwhelm a person, and the terrifying power to erode the soul was blocked by the Kun Well water, yet those incessant roars relentlessly penetrated the heart.

Bai Mo felt as if his brain was about to be shattered by the countless vengeful ghosts' voices. He was in a daze, unaware of where he was, and had no energy left to appreciate the so-called profound mystery of the Sha Yuan Tomb.

Every moment seemed like a cycle, and when I opened my eyes again, a feeling of exhaustion, as if I had been walking in darkness for thousands of years, arose spontaneously.

His powerful mental strength gradually dispelled the illusion, and he saw Ding Yumin squatting down in front of him, looking at him. He got up from the ground.

Bai Mo looked around as he asked, "Were you conscious the whole time?"

"No, for a moment it seemed like I traversed space, but I couldn't accurately perceive the power of that instant."

Nodding, Bai Mo remained silent. This place indeed resembled a hidden realm that had been discovered, with gray ground beneath their feet and an obscure sky in all directions.

In the distance stands a white palace, presumably the tomb of an ancient king, a striking sight in this gray world.

The white palace is entirely built of white jade. Even after a thousand years, it remains spotless, smooth and seamless, like a jade mirror reflecting the entire world.

But there was nothing around to reflect, so the palace appeared cold and white, lacking the sacred and magnificent feel of a white palace, and seemed otherworldly.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Just then, the space around Bai Mo and the other person began to distort, and several small spatial vortexes appeared, from which the figures of Mo Fan, Fang Gu, and the others fell out.

Once everyone had regained consciousness, the group entered the tomb.

After walking up the magnificent, towering white jade steps, and through the endless gallery constructed by the mind and chaos, a strange pinkish-blue lotus blocked everyone's way.

"The Immortal Lotus!" someone exclaimed, and then recounted the story of the Immortal Lotus.

Bai Mo felt the silver hairpin spear tremble slightly, and then it appeared instantly. Everyone only saw a flash of silver light between Bai Mo's eyebrows, and then a small silver hairpin flew shakily to the Eternal Demon Lotus. Wisps of green gas rose from the Eternal Demon Lotus.

"Bai Mo, this hairpin of yours has come to life! It's like something out of a novel about cultivating immortality and refining qi."

Mo Fan muttered something to himself, and Bai Mo glanced at him. "That pendant of yours isn't anything ordinary either. It looks a bit impatient. Why don't you loosen it?"

"Ah, no need," Mo Fan hesitated for a moment, then quickly covered his little mudfish.

A small bronze mirror captured this scene.

The message was then sent to the ancient capital's bell tower. To Han Ji and the others, they hadn't expected that Xie Sang, the only village chief left behind, would possess such a valuable item, which could at least mitigate his guilt for failing to save someone in distress.

Seeing Bai Mo use a silver hairpin to transform the pink lotus into a crimson lotus, and Mo Fan's pendant flying out uncontrollably, directly swallowing the lotus that could only be destroyed by a forbidden spell.

Furthermore, this allowed him to advance to a higher level in one step. Lu Xu couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of magical artifact is that? It can actually absorb the Eternal Lotus!"

"It must be related to totems," said the gray-haired man, recalling what Bai Mo had said.

"Totem!" Upon hearing this, Zhu Meng's eyes narrowed. No wonder the black snake and that kid were so close.

The others also had strange expressions, clearly all thinking of the Xuan Snake of Hangzhou. Only Li Deming, the head of the Li family, smiled lightly. His Li family had been rooted in the ancient capital for thousands of years and had seen many totem-like things.

He then explained to everyone with great interest, "What those two little ones are holding are probably totem relics. It's also possible that their guardian totem is dormant and cannot be summoned to help the ancient capital."

"Given the current situation, it's unreasonable for us old folks to rely on these young people for help. It's already a remarkable achievement that they were able to stop the ancient king's awakening; how can we ask for more?"

Han Ji watched the group of people continuing forward in the bronze mirror, when he heard Xie Sang say, "The Eternal Lotus is sad, but the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life that follows is not easy to deal with either. I hope they are safe and sound."

"A bridge of nine deaths and one life?"

Mo Fan looked at Su Xiaoluo and Fang Gu, waiting for their answer. But when he heard that only one of the ten bridges was the Gate of Life, he immediately felt it would have been better not to ask at all.

Bai Mo knew that this "Nine Deaths and One Life Bridge" was just a spatial application, and there were actually not as many choices as nine.

However, looking at the eerie wind between the bridges, which resembled the scythe of death, he was quite tempted.

Walking on the bridge with Ding Yumin, he had already released his spatial domain. Although his spatial skills were not as high as those of the ancient king, he relied on his strong control over space, along with the guidance of Fang Gu's coordinates on the spatial compass in his hand.

Bai Mo discovered that this Bridge of Life and Death also possessed a chaotic illusion, which could, like a maze, subtly alter one's direction of travel without one realizing it.

The real gateway to life has always been right in front of everyone.

With coordinates and references, this maze-like ability could no longer pose much of an obstacle to him. Holding onto Ding Yumin to prevent her from getting lost, Bai Mo looked at the empty hole beneath his feet where there was no bridge, feeling the terrifying black wind that seemed capable of slicing his entire head into raw flesh.

"I'll bring Feng Ling to take you in sooner or later."

With a soft hum, he resolutely led Ding Yumin across.

Ancient capital

The reflection in the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror showed a figure constantly fighting between the death gates of the ancient royal tomb; it was Mo Fan.

But few people pay attention to him anymore.

The Palace of the Dead beyond the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life seemed too dangerous to be explored, and Han Ji and the others had no energy to think about it anymore.

All the Super-Rank beings who were originally supposed to be imprisoned for a thorough investigation into Salang's identity were released.

As night fell, the Sea of ​​the Dead once again surrounded the ancient capital, and the colossal corpse of a mountain peak, large enough to fill a quarter of the city, commanded its horde to attack Anjie.

Numerous high-level and super-level beings were fighting against the Mountain Corpse on the inner city wall and the battlefield. Even the Hunter King Du Xiao was seriously injured by a single blow from the Mountain Corpse. The situation was already extremely urgent.

The rain was still falling, and the people had run out of water from the Kunming Well. They both hoped for daylight and did not want it to come.

The million inhabitants of the ancient capital were surrounded by countless black hordes of corpses, and they had no way out!

Isn't this a huge dead end?

The jade bridge collapsed into the black abyss, and was then cut and shattered by the black wind sickle.

Only one altar remains, leading to the tomb.

The altar was hidden in endless darkness, like a stone platform that had been floating in the cold, ancient, dark universe for who knows how many years.

The altar resembled a towering ice crown, with enormous stone steps beneath it, several times taller than a person!

These steps don't seem to be for people to climb; they seem more like they're for gods who want to dominate the world.

From a distance, one can see red silk hanging down the edge of the altar, in bunches, distributed at the corners of each giant staircase, like the tassels in front of an imperial crown!

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the red cascading water was not silk at all, but a viscous waterfall of blood.

At the ridge, a dragon's skull was carved, and waterfalls of blood gushed from the dragon's mouth, cascading down high, accompanied by a thunderous sound like a waterfall.

Like a drainpipe on a rainy day, except that it is draining blood, blood that has been flowing for more than two thousand years!

As you walk up the stone platform, the entire altar begins to shrink. The higher you go, the narrower the steps become, until they are so narrow that you can step over them with a single step.

"We've arrived."

Bai Mo said, "Upon arriving at the top of the altar, one can see a huge piece of jade placed in the very center of this white altar."

That wasn't some treasure, but a throne of overwhelming power—a bright, translucent, and crystalline red object with sharp, jagged edges, resembling countless swords of blood thrust upside down!

Bai Mo and Ding Yumin flashed to the front of the Blood Throne.

Just then, Fang Gu's figure appeared. He was transformed into a withered husk by the ancient and sinister armor on his body, and fell onto the Blood Throne. The hem of the armor that was quietly floating above the throne was swayed, and he was swept away from the throne as if it were garbage.

"Is that Fang Gu?" Ding Yumin asked.

"It should be."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, glancing at the shadows at the edge of the altar. He had spotted Zhan Kong there, but he didn't know how Zhan Kong had gotten there. Since Zhan Kong wasn't coming out, Bai Mo decided not to disturb him.

Then she looked at Ding Yumin and said, "You've seen it too, this armor is very evil. Let the evil body come."

Ding Yumin nodded slightly. This armor did indeed possess a remnant of its own will, but not much of it remained. Furthermore, it was intertwined with the lives of millions in the ancient capital and controlled immense power.

Regardless, possessing this armor will give them the power to resist Bai Mo should the Court of Judgment discover she still intends to punish him.

With a thought, the crimson curse mark between her brows suddenly flew out, its dark, cloud-like ink swirling, and in an instant, a figure identical to Ding Yumin appeared.

"That's a really nice gift."

The evil goddess Yu Mian looked at the evil armor floating above the Blood Throne with a playful expression, but her eyes were unusually solemn. She turned her head to look at Ding Yu Mian.

"My spiritual strength alone cannot defeat it."

"I will fully connect with you and give it my all." Ding Yumin's eyes were also focused and serious.

"good!"

Xie Shenyu nodded slightly, her face still bearing an eerie smile. She strode up to the throne, and before she could even reach out, a ghostly howl was heard.

The dark, ancient, and eerie armor seemed to possess Xie Shenyu Mian like a ghost, instantly transforming from illusion to reality and covering her petite body in the blink of an eye.

The armor plates shimmered with an eerie light, like countless treacherous eyes, while the blood-red robes fluttered like the claws of a demon.

The evil god Ding Yumin turned around, her sinister eyes staring intently at the two of them. Her voice, which was neither clearly male nor female, came through the dark mist rising from between the armor, like a wind from the netherworld, carrying madness and bloodlust.

"A fine cursed, dark body, but alas, she's a woman. My people, slaughter them to your heart's content!"

Then, the dark aura on her face suddenly dissolved, her eyes became calm and still, and she uttered seductive words, "Want to corrupt me? This old man should go to sleep!"

At that moment, a radiant light emanated from Ding Yumin, and two Ding Yumins sat down cross-legged. The white Ze pendant, like a scroll, flew up, showering down bursts of brilliant spiritual light.

A pure white divine beast stepped out, its body radiating a shimmering, spiritual light, aiding Ding Yumin in her battle against the remnant soul of the ancient king's armor and helping the evil body to master this armor containing immense power.

Within the body of the evil being, countless streams of life energy flowed ceaselessly, resisting the armor's corrosive effects on the body.

Just then, a telepathic message suddenly rang in Bai Mo's ears.

"This armor is drawing upon the fear and despair of millions in the ancient capital; we must first alleviate the siege of the city!"

(End of this chapter)