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

Chapter 213 Changing Perceptions, Token Horns

The three arrived at the villa that the court had arranged for Leng Qing in the ancient capital. Only then did Bai Mo close his eyes and carefully sense his current state.

To be honest, he felt a strong sense of disconnect. Mentally, he thought he was very powerful, but physically he was weak and couldn't even feel any magical energy.

Consciousness sank into boundless darkness, arriving in the spiritual world, where four galaxies surrounded the divine light from all sides.

At first glance, he found that the divine light was still the same, but when he tried to immerse himself in it, he was repelled.

Bai Mo probably wants to absorb pure energy like the Star River Vein, which may also be related to his current state.

His gaze shifted to his magic system.

The silver spatial galaxy, the moonlit summoning galaxy, and the sound galaxy forged from musical notes all dimmed, like a desolate starry sky.

A thick layer of gray fog enveloped the three star rivers, making it difficult for him to transmit his thoughts into them. He could neither mobilize the star particles nor his magical energy.

This was expected. The divine arrival seemed to be related to the laws of dimensions. At that moment, Bai Mo truly felt that the laws of dimensions were within his grasp.

Recalling the memories he had forgotten when he transmigrated, Bai Mo vaguely guessed that his so-called divine arrival might be a way to allow him to master the corresponding laws or a portion of the power of those laws for a certain period of time.

Therefore, his soul changes after each use. After all, his soul is not strong enough to withstand the descent of the law. It's like a child wielding a big knife. Even if he is powerful, he will exhaust himself and may even injure his body.

Perhaps that is why his divine state was never long-lasting.

The fact that summoning is unavailable means that the Wind Spirit cannot be summoned. However, since the Great Orange is breaking through its slumber, it doesn't matter.

Bai Mo turned his gaze to the wind element, which seemed perfectly normal.

He opened his eyes, raised his hand, and wisps of pale white wind swirled around his fingertips.

He pointed out the window, and the wind instantly transformed into sword energy, breaking through the airflow and leaving a thin sword mark on the tree outside the window.

This is the power that only wind without a spirit seed can unleash. Just like last time, after the god descended, his soul was affected, and the only magic he could still use was greatly reduced in power.

How are you feeling right now?

Ding Yumin asked, her brows furrowed with fatigue, but she still stared intently at him. Leng Qing did the same; when Bai Mo closed his eyes to sense himself, she had already learned about Bai Mo's general condition from Ding Yumin.

But this time was very different from the one Ding Yumin had mentioned. There were two more systems involved, and there were also changes in cultivation level and spiritual realm.

"Sound, summoning, and spatial magic are temporarily unavailable. Wind and earth magic have been weakened, just like last time."

Bai Mo said calmly, "Also, I'm a little sleepy and want to go to sleep."

He glanced at the two of them. According to his usual thinking, now that Ding Yumin had temporarily subdued the ancient king's armor, he would definitely want to ask about the situation.

Another question is whether the ancient capital has any valuable relics. The name "ancient capital" alone is enough to demonstrate the rich heritage of this place.

But now he had no interest in any of this. He lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and said, "Yu Mian, check my soul. Tell me when I wake up."

After saying that, he didn't try to fight off the sleepiness at all and fell asleep easily.

Ding Yumin and Leng Qing exchanged a glance, somewhat helplessly. "He was like this after his last bout of illness, but this time it seems to be more serious."

"Okay, let's check it quickly." Leng Qing nodded slightly. She herself cultivated the mind system, so she could naturally sense that Bai Mo's mind was not fluctuating at the moment.

Every living being, every person with a soul, is capable of emotional fluctuations. Even a tree suddenly attacked will exhibit a faint resentment, let alone a human being.

Therefore, any mental mage with a higher level of cultivation would notice that Bai Mo's current state is abnormal.

Ding Yumin walked over to Bai Mo and sat down next to him, lifting his upper body and placing it on her knees, then placing her hands on his forehead.

A surge of soul power detached from the body and entered Bai Mo's body through the contact of the limbs. He glanced at a dim starry river, the gray mist being a manifestation of the soul's chaos.

As she continued to delve deeper, she sensed Bai Mo's soul. This soul was much stronger and more complete than before, but it was also more chaotic than before, and this chaos was not man-made.

Now that she was even stronger, she extended her soul power in an attempt to stabilize Zhehong's chaos, only to find that a force was preventing her from doing so.

Frowning, Ding Yumin sensed that the power was far stronger than her own innate talent for suffering. It was the same feeling she had when they first met, the feeling that her innate talent for suffering was being suppressed.

Instead of trying to fight against this power, she began to examine Bai Mo's soul condition, deducing the possible effects of this soul turmoil and chaos.

As an expert in this field, Ding Yumin knew that the soul is special, and every change in it has a different impact.

However, Bai Mo's soul changes too suddenly each time, and the overall manifestation is the loss of emotions, while other accompanying symptoms have not yet had time to appear.

The last time it was relatively mild, and the accompanying symptoms may not have been obvious, so they did not appear. This time the soul confusion is widespread, so the accompanying symptoms will definitely appear.

Therefore, she needed to deduce these symptoms so that she could respond accordingly at the time.

At the same time, Ding Yumin could also judge how long it would take for him to fully recover based on the speed of his soul's self-recovery.

Opening her eyes again, Ding Yumin looked at Leng Qing, who was watching from the sofa beside her.

"His symptoms are more severe this time, and he is expected to recover in about three months. In addition, the confusion of his soul has some side effects."

"What kind of impact?" Leng Qing asked.

"His memory may change at a certain point in time due to the soul's own self-regulation. For example, he may not recognize me or you, or he may not know who he is at all. In short, he may suddenly lose a piece of memory, and then recover it after the soul's self-regulation."

"Temporary amnesia?"

Leng Qing's eyes flickered slightly. This wasn't a major problem, but she needed to keep a close eye on him. She knew the Bai Mo of the past; he was quite different from the Bai Mo of today.

"Anything else?"

"Yes." Ding Yumin pursed her lips. "His soul is currently in a state of chaos. In addition to the indifference he showed earlier, the effects of this chaos are that every time his chaotic soul recovers a portion of itself, it will have a small impact. As this impact accumulates, it may cause his self-perception to change at a certain point in time, leading him to do things that are hard for us to imagine."

"Normally, this effect is mainly drowsiness."

Upon hearing this, Leng Qing frowned, glanced at the peacefully sleeping Bai Mo, and said, "Looks like I'll have to keep a close eye on him!"

Self-awareness and change can be a big or small thing.

On a small scale, he might just feel like an idiot for doing something ridiculous. On a larger scale, if he were to think of himself as a great demon, the kind that wreaks havoc on the world, and actually take action, it would be detrimental to Bai Mo's current reputation.

"Hmm!" Ding Yumin nodded emphatically, her eyes flickering.

"I'll be staying in the ancient capital for a while to apprehend the Black Vatican. Three months is just the right amount of time. Why don't you stay with me too? It'll be good to have someone to look after you."

Leng Qing hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I will briefly explain his condition to that old guy Han Ji and ask them to provide some compensation. Simply saying it's his talent will inevitably arouse people's jealousy."

"Okay." Ding Yumin nodded in agreement with Leng Qing's words.

She hadn't originally planned to leave the ancient capital during this time. But too many people had seen Bai Mo's divine state, and she wondered if they were planning something.

But no matter what, just in case, staying in the ancient capital would allow her to better protect Bai Mo.

Although the evil body cannot yet fully control the power of the ancient king's armor, it is still not a problem for it to pose a threat.

The night was deep.

The empty villa was brightly lit. Leng Qing was handling the affairs of the trial council remotely, while Ding Yumin was cultivating.

As you can see, wisps of blood-black gas flew out of her body uncontrollably, only to be quickly drawn back in.

A pair of bright, indifferent eyes opened. Bai Mo sat up on the sofa, feeling a bit of backache, but he remained unmoved.

He glanced around the room; the decor leaned towards a classic Chinese style. The bright lighting made him squint, before he looked at Leng Qing, who was busy at work, and asked:

"How long did I sleep?"

"All day long." Leng Qing looked up. "Would you like something to eat? I'll make you something."

"I can do it myself," Bai Mo said. "What's wrong with my soul?"

Leng Qing repeated Ding Yumin's words verbatim.

"So, it feels alright. As long as you keep an eye on me during this period and don't let any idle people challenge me, there shouldn't be any problems."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, mentally reviewing his situation. Then he said, "I'm going out to buy something."

"I'll go with you." Leng Qing immediately stood up.

Nodding slightly, the two went to the ancient capital auction house after the meal.

There were no casualties or damage in the inner city, so it remained bustling with activity even after the undead army retreated.

No one recognized Bai Mo, and for his safety, Han Ji and the others kept the matter a secret.

Upon arriving at the ancient capital auction house, Bai Mo first bought a Star River Vein. After absorbing it in front of Leng Qing, he discovered that the divine light had for the first time conveyed a message similar to needing more. He then participated in several auctions that featured Star River Veins.

After feeding the divine light ten pieces of Star River Vein, Bai Mo no longer sensed any unusual activity from it.

Because he didn't have enough money, Bai Mo even sold a Commander-level Soul Essence.

Leng Qing watched the whole thing without saying anything. In her opinion, Bai Mo was probably accumulating energy for the next time he looked like that.

Ten Star River Veins! Leng Qing's eyes flickered. Ten billion yuan was a huge sum of money no matter where it was placed. She hadn't had a chance to tell Han Ji and the others about the cost of Bai Mo's condition.

Now it seems we can add this as well, since there are verifiable facts. We can add more about the Star River Vein, and also mention that the soul disturbance will lead to reckless actions and drowsiness. I believe this will give an explanation to those with ulterior motives.

Actually, given Bai Mo's current achievements, there's nothing wrong with not explaining. Even if there were such people, Han Ji would be a hurdle many people couldn't overcome, but Leng Qing prefers to nip problems in the bud.

Just as the two walked out of the auction hall and were about to go back, they suddenly heard a shout coming from nearby.

"Sister Qing, I didn't expect to see you here."

The two stopped and looked to their left in the direction of the sound. They saw a young man dressed in a casual trench coat, wearing black glasses and a beret, looking quite refined, walking towards them.

The young man, with a somewhat effeminate and melancholic handsome face, approached the two with a smile on his face.

"Sister Qing, it's been a long time. I was transferred here by the Ancient Capital Tribunal to carry out a mission. I didn't expect to find you here as well."

When the young man spoke of being transferred here, a hint of arrogance appeared on his face. As he continued speaking, his gaze became intense as he looked at Leng Qing. His expression seemed to show the respect of a junior for a senior, but his eyes revealed an obvious admiration.

Some passersby looked on in surprise when they heard the words "trial meeting".

"You are... Mu Feng, you are the Judge?"

Leng Qing pondered for a moment, then remembered who the person in front of her was. He was a judge she had mentored before, and apparently he was from the Mu family in the capital.

"No, Sister Qing, I've been promoted to Inspector." Mu Feng said with a hint of arrogance. The Inspector is an internal supervisory body of the Trial Council, and it's a much more difficult job than being a Trial Officer.

After saying that, he looked at Leng Qing and said, "Sister Qing, how about we have a meal together as a way of thanking you for your past guidance?"

The possessiveness and adoration in their eyes were no longer concealed, and everyone present looked at them with blessings. The inspector and the judge were a match made in heaven.

"Call me Leng Qing, or Judge."

Leng Qing frowned, her voice becoming more formal. When she was with Mu Feng, she had already sensed that he was a scheming person, and now he was even setting his sights on her.

"Since you've been transferred here to oversee the Ancient Capital Trial Committee's case handling, do a good job. I still have many other things to take care of."

"Hey, Leng Qing, we can deal with things while we eat. This is your younger brother, right?" Mu Feng said, turning his gaze to Bai Mo, who had been watching indifferently from the side.

"Consider it an invitation from me to treat your brother to dinner. Let's get to know each other, young people."

"No need, I can afford to eat." Bai Mo said calmly, taking Leng Qing's hand. "She's my girlfriend. If you're not happy about it, you can keep it to yourself."

As soon as Bai Mo finished speaking, he calmly pulled Leng Qing away.

"Pfft." A waiter who was cleaning nearby couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Feng glared at him, all the humiliation he felt in that instant welling up inside him.

"I wasn't laughing," the waiter said with a serious expression.

"Summon your auction house manager!"

"That's me, and I'm the boss behind it all. What do you want?"

Leng Qing walked side by side with Bai Mo, observing Bai Mo's expression as they went.

"Didn't Yu Mian say you have no feelings right now?"

"That won't let you be bothered by that guy, and I really don't want to have dinner with him," Bai Mo said.

"He is from the Mu family in the capital. He used to be a judge, and I mentored him for a period of time."

"Oh," Bai Mo nodded slightly. The Mu family of the capital had never heard of this person. It seemed that he had come to settle the matter of Mu He.

As a member of a collateral branch of the Mu family, Mu He's position as the Tiger Deacon of the Black Vatican makes it hard not to suspect the Mu family's true intentions.

Clearly, the Mu family was well-informed and sent people to handle the matter immediately.

This time it's just a falling out with Mu Feng; it's hard to say whether it will offend the Mu family, since the people in that family have ruined their brains from practicing ice.

He wasn't afraid of the Mu family, but he had a family behind him. More importantly, if the Bai family wanted to advance further and become a powerful clan, they would inevitably have to clash with powerful clans like the Mu family.

After putting these thoughts to rest, Bai Mo began to consider his own situation. These three months could not be a complete break from work.

Now that my control over the Earth element has improved, I should practice it properly, and also take care of the Sleeping God Glasses that Dean Xiao gave me.

You can wear it a little longer.

After a week of uneventful events, Bai Mo discovered that his excessive sleepiness seemed to have no fixed duration; once, he even slept for a whole day and night.

Han Ji knew that Bai Mo hadn't been doing well lately, so he specially chose a time when Bai Mo was free to come and visit.

"I'm here mainly to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the ancient capital," Han Ji stated his purpose directly.

"Okay, tell me what treasures you have. I have very high standards." Bai Mo shook his head and said unhurriedly, then reached out to pour Han Ji a glass of water.

"The ancient capital may not have much else, but it has plenty of undead bones and magical artifacts forged from them. I've selected a high-quality set for you," Han Ji said.

"Let's choose another one. The Bai family has no shortage of magical tools," Bai Mo said expressionlessly. If he were in a normal state, he might take a look, but he wasn't now.

Han Ji was neither surprised nor annoyed by his attitude, after all, it was for the sake of the ancient capital.

He brought a lot of things with him this time, intending to let Bai Mo choose. After thinking for a moment, Han Ji took out a crystal clear stone that shimmered with silver light.

"The Wild Goose Pagoda is a sacred place for cultivation in the ancient capital. At the top of the Wild Goose Pagoda, there is a space-time guiding array, which is used to guide the space-time energy outside the Sky Mirror. This is a dimensional stone formed from the condensation of space-time energy, which should be useful to you."

Bai Mo glanced at the dimensional stone, which was only the size of a thumb, but he could indeed feel the immense spatial energy within it. He silently put it away and nodded slightly.

"This is enough."

Upon hearing this, Han Ji shook his head. He thought of what Leng Qing had said about how Bai Mo's state required twenty-one Star River Veins to activate. He felt that the child was still too naive. This time, one Yuan Stone could be condensed every five years, so it wasn't that rare.

But when he thought of how Bai Mo had bought ten Star River Veins in the ancient capital with a wave of his hand, he was unsure what to give. Some things that could be bought with money felt useless to Bai Mo and did not represent the sentiments of the ancient capital.

"To be honest, we don't know what you need either. All we can offer you is the support of millions of people, but that's too far-fetched."

Han Ji sighed slightly. Mo Fan had been instructed to let things grow wildly, but Bai Mo hadn't said anything, so he had to ask him personally.

"Bai Mo, if there's anything you're lacking right now, just tell me. If Gu Du has it, I'll definitely send it to you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo did not stand on ceremony. Every powerful mage's growth is supported by powerful forces behind them. Only through give and take can the relationship become closer.

Therefore, he asked frankly, "Is there a method to increase contract space or dimensional summoning slots, Elder Han? You know my talent."

"We considered this for you from the very beginning."

Han Ji smiled wryly upon hearing this, and continued, "Unfortunately, such methods and tools do not exist in the ancient capital. Items with this function are usually made by great summoners with similar talents. Such summoners are extremely rare."

"Do you have any 'mind stones'?"

"No." Han Ji shook his head helplessly. Before coming, he knew that Bai Mo would ask about these two things. Unfortunately, the Mind Stone was already a rare treasure, with a market price of several billion. But even if it was worth several billion, it might not be available for sale. The last one in the ancient capital had already been used up.

Bai Mo thought for a moment and decided not to ask about these diluted treasures anymore. He remembered that when he collected the souls of the dead, the soul vessel had reached its maximum capacity.

It seems that every artifact from the dead has a limit, while totem artifacts do not have this problem, but totem artifacts are not so easy to obtain.

It would require a great stroke of luck, so he said, "I'm looking for totems. Do you have any clues?"

Han Ji nodded slightly. After learning that Bai Mo was a totem guardian, he brought totem-related items from the ancient capital.

Many of them are said to be related to totems. Han Ji is not a historian and does not know much about this. Totems are things from thousands of years ago, and the ancient capital only has two. He took out the two things that the ancient capital had hidden deep inside.

One bronze token has a strange pattern; at first glance, it looks like the scales of some kind of creature, while the other is a horn shaped like a scimitar, making one wonder if it was something used in ancient times to hold water.

"More than a year ago, someone who was keen on finding totems came to me to borrow these two items to look at."

Han Ji paused for a moment, then continued, "This token is said to be an artifact from the pre-Qin period. Sometimes it flickers, for reasons unknown. And this horn is a bull's horn, said to be a relic of a forbidden sonic spell cast a thousand years ago."

After summarizing the general origins of the two totem-related items, Han Ji waved his hand, and a large pile of documents appeared on the coffee table.

"This is a detailed record of these two items from our ancient capital, along with some speculations and arguments. Take a look at them."

"That's enough." Bai Mo nodded slightly.

After expressing his gratitude, Han Ji looked around and then used his magical energy to create an isolation barrier.

He glanced at Ding Yumin, who was sitting upright to the side, and asked quietly, "The figure on the corpse on the mountain that day looked familiar to me."

Blinking, Bai Mo forced a knowing smile, but instead of answering the question, calmly said:

"Some undead are born bloodthirsty and tyrannical, and they are very difficult to obey the commands of the ancient kings."

"Ancient capitals also need the spirits of the dead." Han Ji said dismissively, a smile appearing on his face. "Especially those near the Qinling Mountains."

"Well, it's better to discuss these arrangements with the Magic Association, Elder Han." Bai Mo nodded slightly and picked up a reference book about the two items to read.

With a gentle smile, Han Ji stood up. "I'm leaving now. Take good care of yourself in the ancient capital; no one will bother you."

Bai Mo watched him leave, then continued flipping through the documents in his hand. Although the token looked like the scales of some kind of creature, according to the documents, it was actually made from the fingernails of some kind of creature.

It has delicate and intricate patterns, and there are also rubbings in the materials. Bai Mo guessed that it should be based on the pattern of this totem, but it looks like it is not completely rubbing. It seems that the fingernail on the hand is not the complete kind.

"Take a look and see if you can see anything using the Bai Ze Hundred Beasts Map?" Bai Mo gestured to Ding Yumin, who was sitting quietly to the side and had also picked up a document and opened it, and handed her the token and beast horn on the table.

Ding Yumin nodded slightly and said, "Sister Leng Qing said she called Lingling over to keep an eye on you."

"No need, I haven't had any special reactions these past few days." Bai Mo didn't want to be taken care of by an elementary school student.

Ding Yumin didn't speak again, but simply lifted the white jade pendant around her neck, and then a beam of crystal light fell onto the beast horn on the table in front of her.

There was no reaction. The two were not in a hurry and quietly watched the light continue to shine on the beast's horn. After waiting for half an hour, there was still no reaction.

The room was quiet, with only two people sitting silently like wooden sculptures, staring at an animal horn on the table, looking somewhat foolish.

"It seems it won't work, or perhaps the owner of this beast's horn is still alive."

Bai Mo said calmly, then pointed to the token with an inscription engraved on the front, "Try this one."

"Okay." Ding Yumin nodded, then withdrew the light that had been aimed at the beast's horn and focused it on the token.

This time, within a minute, the token and the floating totem device reacted. A starlight-like brilliance flashed on the token, and the Bai Ze totem device shrank to the size of an ordinary LCD TV.

In the hazy light, a dark night sky appeared, but it was just a dark night sky, a dark expanse where nothing could be seen.

Suddenly, in the middle of a dark sky, four or five stars shone brightly, forming a ladder-like shape, and then emitted a radiant light!

The dazzling starlight instantly illuminated the entire dark sky, and the shimmering starlight wove together a huge face that could fill the whole sky.

The face looked like a cat, but somewhere between a bear and a dog. Before the two could look closely, the face formed by starlight suddenly fell downwards.

The bright starlight almost brought dawn to the earth, and the same light almost covered the entire visible area of ​​the reel.

When the light faded, a majestic city gate appeared before the two, with banners fluttering on the city walls.

The scene abruptly disappeared here. Ding Yumin and Bai Mo exchanged a glance and said softly, "This token really was made from a part of a totem's body."

"Hmm." Bai Mo nodded, took out a piece of white paper, and sketched the beast face made of starlight in a few strokes.

He eventually found the difference too great and threw it away, but he kept wondering what it was.

"This token should be related to that city gate, maybe it's a city gate token or something else," Ding Yumin said softly, then added, "I just showed Lingling a picture of the inscription on the front."

"What did Lingling say?"

"This character is pronounced Di, and it is often used to refer to an ancient human tribe, or perhaps the name of that city or pass," Ding Yumin repeated Lingling's words.

"It's also possible that this totem is called Di," Bai Mo speculated wildly.

"possible."

Bai Mo picked up another document and started reading. It was more like a collection of research notes from predecessors who were interested in totems, as well as annotations derived from certain books and sentences.

In short, none of them are very systematic, and there isn't much information that truly relates to the token and the beast horn.

"What's your evil form like now?" Bai Mo asked while flipping through the documents.

"My will has prevailed; my evil body will not be possessed by the remnant soul of the ancient king for the time being."

Ding Yumin also took a document to help him find useful information.

"temporary?"

"Hmm, the power contained in the ancient king's armor is too great; with my current mental strength, I cannot control it. Although I managed to block its initial attempt to devour my soul, it is still using the armor's power to continuously erode me."

"With my current cultivation level, I can only keep at it. Once the forbidden spell is activated, I will be able to fully control the power of the armor. Right now, my evil body can only sit on the ancient king's throne and fight against it in secret."

Ding Yumin gave a general account of the situation of the evil god. Bai Mo nodded slightly after listening, as it was not much different from his expectations.

"What is your current level of spiritual cultivation?"

"Just reached the third level of the advanced stage." Ding Yumin didn't bother to hide anything from Bai Mo and said directly.

Bai Mo wasn't surprised by this, but just to be on the safe side, he still asked, "If we can't stop it, can we abandon the avatar? What would happen if we did?"

"It can be discarded. The avatar is formed from my evil life force, and I can control it to dissipate. After discarding the evil body, the armor will revert to the form we saw when we first entered the tomb."

After Ding Yumin finished speaking slowly, she looked at Bai Mo and said, "There are many good things in the ancient royal palace that may be helpful to you, especially the wind on the Nine Deaths Bridge."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo nodded slightly. He also felt that as an emperor, how could he not have any treasures? Even if he didn't, the entire ancient capital's land of the dead was so vast and layered. Wouldn't the ancestors have buried such treasures after their deaths?

He doesn't know where these things are, but the dead should know, right?

However, he wasn't feeling well right now, so it was better to play it safe. He said, "Let's go when I'm better."

The room was brightly lit. Bai Mo was playing with the animal horn. According to the information brought by Han Ji, it was the horn of some kind of bovine demon.

As for which great mage of the sound system was mentioned, the record is brief, and there is no information about the function of this ox horn.

Perhaps even that sonic mage hadn't discovered its use, which is why it was left behind. However, one thing is certain: it's impervious to swords and blades, and even the fire and lightning of a blacksmith mage are helpless against it.

That's why this horn, which is just like a hard-to-bite cookie, has been preserved to this day.

It's a pity that his own phonological system was blocked, otherwise he would have liked to try and see if his phonological system could work.

People play various roles in this world, and more or less they all believe that they are special.

(End of this chapter)