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

Chapter 217 The Old Taoist of Mount Hua, The Origin of the Dead

Leng Qing didn't want him to run away again; who knew what he would think of himself next time.

Ding Yumin actually spent most of her time cultivating.

On one hand, she needs to rapidly improve her curse and mind cultivation to make her evil body stronger. Increased cultivation will also strengthen their connection, allowing her to offer more assistance.

On the other hand, it was to take advantage of the fact that the remnant soul of the ancient king, which had been suppressed, was in a weak period and had not yet accumulated the power to interfere with and erode her again.

She was gathering her own soul power and life force to prepare for the next invasion of the remnant soul.

The armor's power is immense, but it only obeys the command of one soul, while its host now has two souls.

Therefore, it listens more to the ancient king and accepts the remnant soul of the ancient king, thus gaining complete control over the armor.

However, the ancient king's remnant soul within the armor was a completely dead soul, lacking any normal communication ability. Once accepted, she didn't know what she would become, so she dared not let him merge with her.

Therefore, Ding Yumin does not currently possess the armor robe; the rescue of the mountain peak's corpse was merely a mutual agreement reached between the two parties.

Her next task was to strengthen herself, preserve her evil body and soul, expel the remnant soul of the ancient king, and gradually acquire the power of the armor. Fortunately, her life force could sever part of the connection between the remnant soul of the ancient king and the armor, preventing it from fully utilizing the armor's power to launch an attack on her; otherwise, she would have found it truly difficult to resist.

Bai Mo was not idle either. Once the spatial system was restored, he focused all his energy on it.

The space system is now approaching the bottleneck of the first level of the advanced stage. Bai Mo feels that with the dimensional stone given to him by Han Ji, he can break through at any time.

However, considering that my current soul state is unstable, and that the so-called galactic breakthrough is essentially a process of soul growth.

After all, magic originates from the soul, so Bai Mo decided to wait until he was fully recovered before making any decisions, just to be on the safe side.

Anyway, it won't be more than a few days.

January 20th, the Great Cold.

Rows of villas were filled with cured meats hanging in the courtyard. Bai Mo was sometimes curious about why the accommodations arranged by the court had so many elderly people.

I later learned that they were all family members of the judges.

After eating glutinous rice balls in the morning, Bai Mo took a nap while they were still warm.

When he opened his eyes again, he was somewhat bewildered.

What place is this?

Looking around, the unfamiliar living room was simply furnished and not luxuriously decorated, lacking any sense of life and resembling a temporary residence.

On the right, a little girl with pigtails, who looked two or three years younger than me, was lying on the sofa looking at a computer screen. The screen displayed a map, with a large area marked in bright colors, which made me dizzy.

On the other side, a woman dressed in casual clothes sat on a single sofa, flipping through some documents.

His brows carried a solemn air, and his eyes were as clear and cold as an autumn maple leaf in a frozen pool, yet they also revealed a leisurely demeanor.

Her body was curvaceous, and even sitting so lazily, the high breasts that her loose clothes couldn't hide still drew people's attention.

A pair of long legs crossed together, appearing slender and straight under the loose, close-fitting trousers. The exposed ankles were delicate, connecting to the soles of the feet, which were crystal clear and beautiful, with translucent skin and an ivory-like luster.

There was a blanket covering him, of very good quality, probably the fur of some kind of demon.

Sitting up, Bai Mo hesitated, frowned, and finally asked, "Where is this? Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Qing raised her head, put down the investigation report that Lingyin Temple had recently sent about the Mu family's cultivation of forbidden techniques, and looked at Bai Mo.

Judging from the expression on his face, it became clear instantly.

"I am Leng Qing, and she is Lingling. This is my villa in the ancient capital. It seems you have lost your memory again."

"Leng Qing, Lingling!?" Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over them again, along with his own amnesia.

He didn't believe it, nor did he show any panic on his face. He leaned back on the sofa and asked lazily:

"Are you really...?"

"These are my and my sister's ID cards. Would you like to take a look?"

Lingling sat up, her face showing great interest. She was curious about when Bai Mo had come out this time.

However, it doesn't seem appropriate to do so recently, since I don't know any of them.

"So how did we meet?" Bai Mo looked at the two people's ID cards, and then, using the reflection from the television, saw what he looked like now.

She resembled me somewhat, only much older. So I began to believe her.

"You came to the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds wanting to join, and I happened to be there that day," Leng Qing said with a smile. "That day you looked me up and down like this too. You should have been in your first year of high school then. How old are you now?"

"Fourteen," Bai Mo replied, then Lingling said, "I don't need to say anything, do I?"

"Hmm, how did I lose my memory? I've had amnesia before? Is this kind of amnesia recoverable?"

Bai Mo asked a long series of questions, and he easily accepted his amnesia.

"You also experienced amnesia once before, and this state can be reversed." Lingling gave a general account of his amnesia and the reasons for it.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, somewhat proud, never expecting that he was already a high-level mage.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What is our relationship?"

"What do you think?" Leng Qing looked at him with a half-smile.

"Girlfriend?" Bai Mo looked at her.

Leng Qing nodded slightly, then pointed to Lingling, "She is your partner."

Bai Mo nodded again, then hesitated before asking, "How long will my amnesia last?"

"I don't know, it's up to you. It'll be at most a day. Do you want to experience your current magic?" Lingling's eyes were bright as she observed Bai Mo's expression.

He didn't seem to care whether he had amnesia or not, and just maintained an indifferent attitude.

Then he said, "No, I want to go out for a walk."

"Okay, I'll go call Yu Mian." Leng Qing got up and went upstairs.

"Yu Mian?" Bai Mo's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Lingling.

"You're a jerk."

Bai Mo understood immediately. He retorted, "I'm not now. Wait until my memories return before we talk about it again."

"No, you're too shameless, I can't be bothered to say anything."

"Whatever, I'm too lazy to listen. It's useless for you to talk to me." Bai Mo turned his head away.

Where are you planning to go?

Mount Taihua.

Since ancient times, Mount Taihua has been located 120 kilometers to the east of the capital.

Gazing at the towering peaks that seemed to be threateningly facing a sword, a majestic aura that seemed to overlook the heavens and earth instantly filled my heart.

At the summit of West Peak, Leng Qing led Bai Mo and the others to this location.

Looking back in the blink of an eye, one could almost touch the clouds with a raised hand. Before one's eyes, the white clouds stretched out like a vast mountain range, layer upon layer, one after another. As the wind blew by, they vanished into nothingness.

Standing at such a high place, it feels as if the entire land of China is within sight.

"Why did you want to come to Mount Hua?" Lingling asked.

"I heard there's a Taoist priest here, let's go see him." Bai Mo shifted his gaze and said to the old man in Taoist robes who suddenly emerged from the clouds on the other side of the cliff:

"Excuse me, could you please take a picture for us?"

"You brat, you came to see me just for this?" The old Taoist priest, shrouded in a blue robe, didn't expect Bai Mo's first words to be like this, and immediately said irritably.

"Take the photos first, we'll talk about everything else when I wake up."

"Alright." The old Taoist stroked his beard and casually posed for a rather pleasing group photo.

At the same time, Bai Mo's eyes gradually cleared.

"Thank you, Taoist priest."

"This young man exudes an overwhelming aura of anime and manga."

The old Taoist priest said with a smile.

"Yes, I always feel like I can go to another world." Bai Mo sat on the edge of the cliff where the Taoist priest was, not caring that he was thousands of meters in the air below.

"If you don't have the strength, it's best not to go," the old Taoist priest advised quietly, then added meaningfully, "There are many mysteries of the dimension, which need to be explored slowly. Kid, why don't you cultivate here for a few days first? There's someone about your age on that mountain over there; you should get along well."

After speaking, he looked at Ding Yumin, pondered for a moment, and sighed, "Brilliant!"

Then he leisurely strolled down the mountain.

Over this period of time, Ding Yumin and others have figured out the pattern: Bai Mo's state of amnesia and cognitive changes caused by soul fluctuations is likely to be stable for a long time after he experiences it once.

After obtaining the old Taoist's consent, Bai Mo and the others settled down on Mount Hua.

Leng Qing left first; she had many things to take care of and couldn't stay on the desolate Mount Hua every day.

At the summit, Bai Mo closed his eyes and began to operate his own spatial star system.

Suddenly, I felt a slight ripple in my spiritual sea.

With a mental overview, Bai Mo saw the last wisp of gray mist dissipate above the Summoning and Sound System Galaxy. In that instant, Bai Mo felt that the powerful force from before had returned.

Counting the time, more than two months have passed. If I go to Sha Yuan and then return to Shanghai, I can make it in time for the Spring Festival.

However, before that, he had something he had been holding back for a long time that he needed to do first.

Taking out the dimensional stone, Bai Mo closed his eyes again.

In that instant, the dimensional stone melted away like flowing water, and a massive flood of energy poured into his space system galaxy, rapidly expanding the territory of the silver galaxy.

Without pausing for a moment, they crossed the high-level second-tier barrier and continued forward.

The space system galaxy was like a beast that had been trapped for a long time, suddenly breaking free of its cage and advancing uncontrollably at a rapid pace, until it finally stopped after traveling a certain distance in the high-level second stage.

Sensing this even more powerful magical energy, Bai Mo smiled.

In an unnamed wilderness.

Under Ding Yumin's guidance, Bai Mo met Sha Yuan again.

No matter how many times he looks at it, he is still horrified by the dense sea of ​​thousands of dead souls inside.

Upon entering, one finds a silent, gray world and a white tomb.

As Bai Mo passed the Endless Gallery, he noticed that Ding Yumin had stopped in her tracks, which puzzled him.

"What's wrong?"

"After I received the ancient royal armor, the paintings in these galleries changed. You can read them; the stories they tell are a bit strange."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo carefully examined the wall and discovered that the image on it had indeed changed.

Unlike the previous paintings of flowing clouds and majestic maidens, this painting seems to unfold from the perspective of an observer.

This mural is a combination of the chaotic and the spiritual. It is not apparent from the surface. One must delve into it with one's mind and perceive the painting with one's heart.

So Bai Mo had a thought and sank into the painting.

A moment of haziness, then gradually clearing.

He looked down upon the Nine Provinces like a bird in flight, and saw demons in turmoil, people's hearts in turmoil, human cities scattered everywhere, and wars between demons and humans raging.

Zooming in, we arrive at the Guanzhong Plain, where a long, coiled dragon encircles the area, and demons attack from all sides, unable to advance an inch.

As they drew closer, a man dressed in black appeared. His face was indistinct, but his demeanor was exceptionally dignified. He was playing with a pendant in his hand.

Then, Bai Mo's vision blurred, and his perspective suddenly shifted to that of the man.

"More than a thousand years have passed since the Heavenly Father established the Star System. The Holy City was founded, and its laws were established. The natural laws of our Nine Provinces have withered, and now our people are in peril. Developing the Star System is of utmost urgency. Only by adapting to the changing times can we endure."

The words the man murmured to himself echoed in Bai Mo's mind. Immediately afterward, he saw a scene of a silkworm transforming into a cicada flash by, and then a kind of awakening radiance belonging to the necromancy faction emerged from the man's body!

Then, a moment later, before Bai Mo could even wonder why the man had suddenly awakened, he suddenly realized that the man in front of him had aged a lot.

"By turning the dead upside down and imbuing them with a spirit, though they cannot appear during the day, they can still resolve temporary dangers; I call these the spirits of the dead."

The words had barely left Bai Mo's mind when he saw a stone suddenly appear in the man's hand, a stone that seemed to change in an instant, yet at the same time remained unchanged.

A star trail connects

"When the dead appear, a grave will be disturbed, and a cold wind will block out the sun; this is called the 'grave's shadow.'"

Then six more star trails appeared, forming a strange picture together with the previous one.

"When the yin wind rises, the spirits of the dead emerge; this is called summoning the spirits."

Bai Mo keenly noticed that the man's two sentences and his construction of the star chart had a different meaning, as if he were preaching or engraving. With each sentence, the strange stone in his hand would flash once.

The man continued his actions, flicking his finger slightly, and six star charts flew out, forming a constellation with the previous star chart, eerie and sinister.

"When spirits are formed, yin gathers; when yin gathers, spirits are formed again. All spirits are within our grasp; this is the tide of death. When spirits perish, resentment arises; this is called the curse of death!"

Bai Mo understood somewhat. This referred to high-level necromancy, and roughly two methods: one was a tidal wave of undead similar to the summoning of a beast tide, and the other was to sacrifice a large number of undead to unleash a powerful necromancy curse.

Then, the constellation in front of the man suddenly shattered, and countless stars flew around, forming a magnificent star palace amidst the dazzling chaos, with a dark aura covering the sky.

"Accumulated soil forms mountains, accumulated water forms deep pools; the tide of death never ceases, and spirit generals and ministers are endless—this is called calamity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's sleeves fluttered, and the stone in his hand shone with a brilliance brighter than the sun, instantly transforming into divine light and dissolving into the world.

Upon seeing this, the man was slightly taken aback, then smiled helplessly. He withdrew the forbidden spell he was about to unleash, and returned to his original appearance.

"So be it. Forbidden spells are inherently unpredictable, and the Holy City has barely established a transcendental law. Why should I force it? This variable has already been set in stone; a stagnant system of laws can never completely control the changes in magic."

After seeing all this, Bai Mo's vision blurred again.

Then suddenly, eight imposing figures, like humans at the pinnacle of humanity, flashed before my eyes.

Their expressions and postures were all different, but what they had in common was that they possessed supreme power and each protected a city.

One of the men Bai Mo remembered was the middle-aged man in hemp clothing whom Yu Mian had photographed with the Bai Ze Hundred Beasts Map in the Feng Hua Valley in the south.

They were all positioned in front of the man in black, and they appeared to be quite old.

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(End of this chapter)