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

Chapter 269 The Secret of Nazca

Is it recovered?

Bai Mo raised his hand and took down the Returning Swallow Mirror. He examined it carefully and found that the mirror was indeed much newer, with the patterns on its antique bronze-yellow surface clearly visible.

The reason for this speculation, besides the fact that Guiyan Mirror had undergone a transformation as if it had been rebranded, was also because information about using some of the functions of this mirror suddenly appeared in his mind.

First, there's the inherent ability of this mirror itself: it can use an item with strong historical traces as an anchor point to recreate the situation at that time for the user.

This ability is somewhat similar to Yu Mian's Bai Ze Hundred Beasts Diagram, but there are also many differences. However, this one uses Gui Yan Jian's own energy, and the more energy it uses, the more it depletes itself. As a result, it becomes less likely to react, which is why Gui Yan Jian was so worn and blurry before.

The second ability is somewhat special, requiring a Chaos Mage to wield it. Named Yan Zhu, it helps Chaos Mages master the power of order, especially spatial order, which is extremely useful for constructing spatial realms.

Bai Mo took out a phone he had used a few years ago and placed it on the mirror. He found that the mirror reacted, so he immediately took the phone back.

If this thing really has the effect of showing past scenes, then it's not a waste. Bai Mo thought the VCRs it played randomly before were pretty good, so he'll just let it play randomly from now on.

Bai Mo glanced at the remaining Time-Space Liquid. With three summoned beasts and a totem at home, there wasn't enough to go around, so he decided not to leave any for Mo Fan.

He can't handle this!

Without leaving, Bai Mo looked up and gazed quietly at the sky, as if waiting for something.

Just then, a pair of yellow eyes suddenly appeared in the sky. They seemed to appear out of nowhere, yet they seemed to have always been there, existing since time immemorial. Those pale yellow eyes seemed to reflect the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, and the vast and mysterious feeling instantly filled Bai Mo's heart.

In that instant, Bai Mo felt that in his spiritual world, a pair of illusory yellow eyes opened, located at the very center surrounded by five galaxies!

Right where that mesmerizing divine light is!

Suddenly, a clearly visible divine light descended from the giant yellow eye in the sky, and the light went straight into Bai Mo's mind.

In Bai Mo's mental world, he felt countless principles about dimensions flashing through his mind, yet it was as if nothing was there at all.

A hidden, chaotic power seemed about to descend, only to vanish in the end. Meanwhile, the summoned galaxy, belonging to space, rose and fell continuously like the ebb and flow of the tide.

The very essence of the galaxy seemed to be changing little by little with these ebb and flow, but his gaze did not notice any of this. Instead, he focused on the increasingly solidified yellow eye at the very center of the divine light.

Suddenly, the eye, which seemed to contain all things in the world, blinked and then scattered into countless yellow rays of light, all of which fell into the very center of the divine light.

It's as if you've added eyeballs to what was originally just an object with the shape of eyes!

In an instant, Bai Mo felt his entire mental world tremble.

Hmm!

Roar! !

Meow!!

There was also movement coming from the three star systems belonging to summoned beasts, and it was unknown what changes had occurred.

Gazing at the divine light that stood upright in the center of his spiritual world like a heavenly eye, Bai Mo suddenly felt that it had become more complete and its upper limit had increased!

Bai Mo didn't understand where this feeling came from, just like the divine light that appeared inexplicably in his soul.

It came to the magical world with him, and he didn't even know it at first.

Is it a coincidence or destiny? It follows me, and I need to do something about it in the future.

Solving the mystery requires strength, something Bai Mo knew from the beginning.

After glancing at the two dimensional star systems that had returned to normal, Bai Mo keenly noticed that they gave him a different feeling than before.

If one had to describe it, it would be like it has become more vibrant and more at ease.

Opening his eyes, Bai Mo saw a pair of enormous yellow eyes in the sky gradually disappearing. Through the divine light perception of the parts of his spiritual world that he had supplemented, he knew that the Eye of Time and Space was still here.

It has only established a partial connection with itself; the next step is to subdue it!

Bai Mo had a plan in mind. It just so happened that he would come here in the future to tame the storms and lightning outside, so it was convenient.

"Bai Mo! I've finally found you, let's go!"

Just then, Mu Nujiao led Mo Fan and the others running over. They looked very panicked, and Zhao Manyan kept looking up at the sky.

"Did you see that giant eye in the sky?" Bai Mo asked.

"Yes, we saw it. That's exactly what we wanted to talk to you about."

"Now it's gone."

"I'm not blind." Mu Nujiao rolled her eyes at him. "It's not about disappearing; that thing is too eerie. We need to get out of here quickly!"

"it is good."

Bai Mo nodded and led everyone out of the barrier, leaving the storm and lightning circle.

Back in Hammiel, everyone took a good rest. Everyone had gained something from the lightning storm, and the first thing they did upon returning was to rest and process what they had learned.

Bai Mo received a short message from Lingling about the Nazca Lines and Native American civilizations.

Ancient Native Americans did indeed possess a mysterious art that could derive many things from one. This art seemed to be related not only to summoning techniques but also to some of the secrets of the chaos and mind systems.

As for its name, Lingling's information didn't mention it, so it seems that even Old Man Bao didn't know it.

Bai Mo decided to take advantage of the National Team's rest and challenge of the Peruvian National Pavilion to go and see what was going on. So he first told Instructor Feng Li about Mo Fan and Lu Yilin, and then asked for a few days off.

Then he found Ai Jiangtu and told him that he was going away for a few days and that he would arrange the challenge in Peru.

He then immediately summoned the Wind Spirit. The summoned beast seemed to make some noise when he was interacting with the Eye of Time and Space, but after checking, Bai Mo couldn't see anything.

Riding on a blue phoenix, a creature born from the spirit of wind, he flew towards the Nazca Desert.

Ai Jiangtu looked completely bewildered. Who exactly is the captain?

Fortunately, his face was dark, so you couldn't tell what expression he had.

The Nazca Desert was peaceful. Bai Mo randomly chose a spot to land and then headed straight for the eye of a giant monster painting.

When he looked at it from the sky, he remembered that it was a picture that resembled a fox, with red grass all around.

The fox's eyes were adorned with rubies as vibrant as blood, which Bai Mo removed directly, and then deftly placed the Returning Swallow Mirror on top.

In an instant, Gui Yanjian changed and reacted to the ruby!

The familiar halo shifted, and after a period of hazy confusion, the surrounding scenery gradually became clear.

Guiyanjian seemed to possess a faint consciousness as well, automatically capturing the scenes Bai Mo wanted to see within the time that the gem had experienced.

Suddenly, a large number of brightly dressed, feathered people of Asian descent appeared around them. They moved hurriedly, some even with wounds on their bodies. Their rapid, incomprehensible speech and screams from all directions created chaos. This place seemed to be an ancient town, and an energy shield similar to a protective barrier could be seen in the sky.

Bai Mo's perspective was currently looking upwards, and his body was moving outwards, indicating that someone was taking the gem away.

As you can see, the world becomes even more chaotic as you leave the city, with many demons, or rather, summoned beasts, flying in the sky.

Each summoned beast is exactly the same, and each summoned beast is accompanied by a mage.

The flying mages formed a dense, chained formation, numbering over a thousand. Surrounding them were even more summoned beasts: mammoths, long-horned fire foxes, and two-headed wolves.

At the forefront of this army of demons and mages, stood three even more powerful elder mages, their imposing presence causing the surrounding winds and clouds to give way.

However, what was being waited for by such a large group of so many sorcerers was not a demon, but an old man dressed in a gold and white robe.

"Heterodox...&%# strangulation!"

The old man's eyes were devout yet filled with a sharp killing intent. Bai Mo vaguely heard two sentences that sounded very similar to modern international language. Then he saw the army formation opposite him move. The three Native American mages with beautiful feathers raised their hands and unleashed a rain of fire and lightning that seemed to reach the sky and touch the earth.

The flames and lightning were as dense as a storm, as if they were unleashed not by three people, but by three legions!

Around them, the summoned beasts and flying mages all launched attacks.

What happened next shocked Bai Mo. A pair of illusory, holy wings of light grew out from behind the old man, followed by countless golden waterfalls that swept across the area, as if a sun was gradually being born there.

The sacred golden light was so intense it was almost impenetrable; just one glance at it would blind you!

What mountains of people and seas of beasts, what thunder and flames, all melted away before this golden light that shone upon the world!

Those are angels!

Bai Mo's eyes widened. He wished he had seen wrong, but the wings couldn't be faked.

There's a holy city so early?

Bai Mo felt something was wrong. There wasn't a precise date for when the Native Americans were wiped out, but it was certain that it happened before the Qin Dynasty.

The exact time when the Holy City was established seems to be around the same time as the Qin Dynasty, but this is not entirely certain.

The establishment of a power is a process. Perhaps this is an angel from before the Holy City was established. Its wings look rather flimsy. Could it be a false angel or an angel experiment?

This raises another question: God the Father, who undoubtedly created the angels, when did He live? How long has He lived?

Bai Mo's mind was racing with thoughts, and at this moment, the perspective had already moved far away. He didn't know how much time had passed before he arrived at a desert.

This is the Nazca Desert. There are already quite a few Native Americans here. The whole desert is gray, and there are no colorful grasses.

But then they saw these Native Americans being directed to plant various kinds of grass in a very orderly manner, and they even left behind strange restrictions.

As the sun and moon revolved, gradually, each drawing took shape.

However, this was not the end. Under Bai Mo's watchful eye, he saw these people enter the storm lightning circle at a great cost and establish a town inside.

Then, he repeatedly destroyed various gems, triggering the appearance of the Eye of Time and Space.

Whenever the Eye of Time and Space is activated, people stop to watch, both at the eye in the sky and at the gemstones that have been reassembled by the eye.

They were all holding summoned beast feathers in their hands. Bai Mo looked at this familiar scene, lost in thought.

Sure enough, after repeated, almost yearning observations, a radiant awakening finally appeared in some people.

Most of those who have awakened only know one spell: to transform one thing into dozens of things, and even to condense dozens of things into one better thing!

This was a replica of the Chaos Magic technique of aggregation. Then, under Bai Mo's watchful gaze, he saw these Native Americans placing these gems, which had undergone countless rebirths, onto the already completed Nazca Lines.

They seemed very skilled, suggesting they had done this elsewhere before. Considering the recent battle, it was likely destroyed, or they destroyed it intentionally.

Once the gems were added, these geoglyphs seemed to gain some kind of core or special characteristic, and they all lit up at once.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with swirling winds and clouds, and silver and gold lightning flashed continuously. A pale yellow eye, as if summoned by some power, slowly appeared.

Just then, a summoned beast of the same appearance appeared in each of the geoglyphs. The moment these beasts appeared, the Native American, who had mastered the Chaos Secret Art, pointed at them, and instantly, illusory shadows appeared across the entire ground.

Just then, those people who had been holding feathers that had been refined countless times suddenly threw the feathers into the geoglyphs.

These feathers were broken down as soon as they entered, attaching themselves to countless illusory clones, and then suddenly a fine, crystalline rain fell from the sky.

Bai Mo's eyes narrowed. This was no rain; it was clearly an immeasurable amount of time-space liquid.

Then the liquid of time and space fell, seemingly imbuing these clones with life. At the same time, the summoned beasts that had been summoned suddenly died.

Then, the enormous eye of time and space in the sky suddenly projected light down, and the scattered shadows and feathers suddenly merged onto the dead summoned beast!

The summoned beast suddenly stood up, and some of its feathers instantly transformed into familiar symbols of Bai Mo. Then the ground painting continued to shine, as if a summoning space had been created to contain this symbolic creature that had suddenly come to life but was not very intelligent.

This process was then repeated continuously, eventually resulting in the Nazca Lines, which even the Native Americans themselves would not easily disturb.

Is this a symbol of the birth of life?

Bai Mo frowned. He still didn't quite understand; there seemed to be some mystery he hadn't figured out.

Until he saw what happened next.

One day, a group of Native Americans who had awakened that chaotic magic suddenly stood in the middle of the entire Nazca Lines. Bai Mo watched as the Native Americans changed the face of all the gems that symbolized the eyes of the creatures in the Nazca Lines.

Then, beams of crystalline light shot out, all heading towards the Eye of Time and Space.

Shortly afterward, a faint yellow light emanated from the direction of the Eye of Time and Space, shining above the location where the Native Americans were situated.

Then, as if they had matched the correct code, the space shifted, a faint silver light appeared, and many Native Americans entered it.

These people then mastered the method of creating symbolic creatures, instead of simply practicing the spells of chaos replication and aggregation.

In the end, these people still died, beneath a golden robe. The golden-robed figures examined the ground paintings, found them useless, and immediately departed.

Today is the author's 23rd birthday, so there will only be one update.

(End of this chapter)