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

Gui Yanjian's replay of the past came to an end. Bai Mo opened his eyes and looked at the mirror. He saw that there were already some blurry marks on the mirror.

Bai Mo felt a little heartbroken, but compared to the gains, it was still acceptable.

He recalled the process by which the Native Americans had invoked that space, and that the flipping of the eyes in the geoglyphs was not random; there was a clear order to it.

Bai Mo memorized the order in which these geoglyphs had been moved, then flew into the sky and completed the task step by step, following the steps in his memory.

After he finished all this, it was almost dark. He glanced at the sky and immediately stood in the very center of the entire geoglyph complex.

As the night deepened, the ancient region's millennia-old seal was activated once more. Streams of moon-white light shot out from the eyes of the monsters depicted in the Nazca Lines, heading straight towards the Eye of Time.

Immediately afterwards, the same scene that appeared in the Returning Swallow Mirror occurred, with a thin yellow light coming from the northern sky.

The yellow light shone on the space above Bai Mo's head, as if it had touched something. Bai Mo could clearly feel the space in front of him begin to fluctuate.

He stepped forward and easily entered the shimmering space.

In an instant, Bai Mo arrived at a space where all sides were empty except for the steps beneath his feet, each step formed by the power of space.

At the end of the spatial steps is a platform with some items placed on it.

After glancing around, Bai Mo felt that its layout was similar to that of the Three-Step Tower, so he stepped towards the platform.

Upon reaching the platform, he saw that, perhaps sensing the movement, a stack of wooden pieces that looked like books, which had been placed to his right, suddenly turned into dust and debris, falling to the ground.

It was as if the arrival of Bai Mo had made time flow here, letting them know that it was time for them to fall into the mud.

Glancing at the pile of ash, Bai Mo used his spatial power to stir it, but there was nothing that had survived.

Although it was a pity, he wasn't heartbroken. Even if the ancient Native American languages ​​and scripts existed, most people in the world wouldn't recognize them.

Turning around, Bai Mo glanced at the other items. On the left were some magical artifacts and tools, the power of which had long since been lost over time, leaving only their tool-like appearance.

His gaze fell on a jar of liquid on the table; this liquid was the Liquid of Time.

This can contains more than what we got in Time Town, so there's no need to worry about not having enough to go around.

After taking what was useful, Bai Mo turned to look at the front.

Three translucent, crystal-clear stone tablets, resembling tombstones, stood there, inscribed with characters he couldn't understand.

There was nothing on the stone tablet, but Bai Mo knew what it was.

Spiritual Heart Heavenly Stone.

In ancient times, before paper was available, a large amount of magical information or family secrets, whether written on sheepskin, brocade, stone tablets or bamboo slips, were too cumbersome, and not safe or secretive.

What should we do then?

People back then possessed Spirit Heart Stones, which were very similar to the jade slips used for transferring power in cultivation novels. However, ordinary magicians couldn't use these stones; only those with strong spiritual power or mental magicians could use them.

Whether you're inscribing or recording things inside, or reading the contents, it's all the same.

The Bai family's secret techniques were recorded using this, which is why Bai Mo had an understanding of this type of stone.

The Spirit Heart Stone also has a capacity limit; generally speaking, the larger it is, the more you can remember.

As time has passed, Spirit Heart Stones have become increasingly rare, and now they are almost impossible to find.

Bai Mo's expression was serious. He stepped forward and pressed his hand on the central Spirit Heart Heaven Stone Tablet.

His mental energy drilled directly into the monument like a drill bit, and then instantly, the information preserved by the power of the Spirit Heart Heavenly Stone flowed into his mind like a stream.

This is a summoning-type secret technique that actually utilizes the splitting ability of the Chaos system, combined with the Liquid of Time, to create another wisp of the soul contract for dimensional summoning!

Bai Mo then frowned again. This soul contract could only be used to contract with creatures in the magic plane. Once a contract was formed, the creature had to be sent to the summoning plane immediately, otherwise the contract could not be maintained.

If the contract is broken in this plane, the summoned beast will die immediately.

This didn't affect Bai Mo much, but it wasn't good news either, since contracted beasts didn't need magic power in their own plane, while summoned beasts did.

As for what followed, he recalled the summoned beasts that had died suddenly, and guessed that this was one of the secret methods used by the Native Americans in creating the Nazca Lines.

He doesn't need to create any Nazca Lines or a bizarre demon army, and he won't do that.

This secret method was studied and mastered by the Native Americans, so the specific training steps were written on a stone tablet, which contained even more information than the Bai family's secret method.

Bai Mo didn't know how long he had spent reading the inscription. Once his mind cleared up a bit, he immediately placed his hand on a stone tablet next to him.

The monument records three methods of using chaos magic: replication and splitting, aggregation and unification, and solidification.

The so-called solidification is to solidify the first two abilities onto a certain object. Although Bai Mo felt it was not very useful, the key point was the chaotic magic principle of this solidification, which opened his eyes to some things.

Chaos mages are extremely rare. Bai Mo has hardly ever seen anyone use chaos magic. As for Mo Fan's chaos abilities in the novels he read in his previous life, he still feels that they were shown too little.

Because his chaotic abilities were mostly used for support or to show off.

At least other heroes like Zerg have the Chaos Axe, which is quite impressive.

Old Man Bao is indeed very skilled in this area, but Bai Mo can't very well ask him to perform for him so that he can broaden his horizons!

This seems a bit like someone who's just asking for trouble.

Therefore, after seeing how this solidification magic applied the principles of chaos, Bai Mo's mind was blown.

Solidification is the process of solidifying two previous spells onto one object; the Native Americans used the hair of their summoned beasts.

But more importantly, the principle of this magic is to reverse the order of reality and illusion, turning illusion into reality and reality into illusion, thereby continuously solidifying magic on one thing.

The transformation of this order is quite ingenious and worth learning from.

Bai Mo now vaguely understands how those monsters in Nazca suddenly appeared, multiplied so many times, and could also disappear suddenly.

The Eye of Time and Space likely played the biggest role here, restoring the demons to their original state, and only then did the various secret techniques of the Native Americans come together to exert their power.

Using the Time Elixir, which possesses the power of the mind, the still-dissipating soul of the deceased summoned beast was directly linked to its numerous shadow clones. Then, under the effect of the Eye of Time, the numerous shadow clones suddenly converged, and in an instant, in the order of the transformation between the real and the virtual, they once again had a physical form to carry the soul.

But the true power of this entity lies in those solidified, fragmented feathers, which possess the ability to split and reassemble, and are controlled by an entity with a partial mind.

Their souls were forcibly condensed, and their bodies were also condensed with the help of magic and a portion of the power of the Eye of Time and Space. Naturally, after they were killed, only a strange feather truly existed.

After briefly clarifying the origins of the Nazca Lines, Bai Mo placed his hand on the last stele. After reading it, a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

This stone tablet records how to control the symbolic creatures in the Nazca Lines, but unfortunately, only those with pure Native American blood can use it.

However, he quickly came to terms with it. The gains from this trip were already enormous. His spatial and summoning abilities had undergone transformations, his wind spirit cultivation had greatly increased, and he had also obtained a considerable amount of liquid of time, as well as chaotic and summoning secret techniques.

Asking for more would be greedy.

Feeling mentally exhausted, as if he hadn't slept for days, Bai Mo checked the space one last time and then left immediately.

As daylight broke in the outside world, Bai Mo squinted, sensing the spatial ripples behind him automatically receding, their whereabouts unknown even to him. He shook his head and headed north.

"I was gone for five days?"

Upon returning to the residence of the Hanmi City National Government team, Bai Mo discovered that they had not yet left and learned the time from Mu Nujiao.

"Yes, we just received the Peruvian government's seal the day before yesterday, and we were originally planning to leave today." Mu Nujiao paused for a moment, "Our next stop is Mexico for training. Our mentor will come when we get there, but some people have still been eliminated."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping around, and unsurprisingly, it was Zhou Kai.

"Since everyone's here, let's set off."

"Aren't you going to rest for a bit?" Mu Nujiao glanced at his tired face.

"No, I'll have Big Orange carry me; we can rest along the way."

Reaching Mexico requires traversing the narrow sea route connecting South and North America, including Colombia and Panama, and there were almost no dangers encountered along the way.

Bai Mo lay on the back of the Divine Dust Tiger, its fluffy, soft fur resembling an air cushion, exceptionally supple.

Especially the head, oh, wrong, that's Jiao Jiao's thigh.

"This sea route is damn long, when will it ever end!" Zhao Manyan's voice came from behind.

"The Caribbean Sea is right next to us; once we cross the Caribbean, it'll be quick."

"Caribbean? Oh, I love the Caribbean!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo couldn't help but smile. Well, he couldn't help it at all.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Nujiao asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I remembered something happy." Bai Mo composed himself, then grabbed Mu Nujiao's hand and started playing with it.

"What's making you happy?"

"You'll be unhappy if you say it out loud." Bai Mo didn't answer.

Amidst their casual conversation and laughter, they covered most of the journey, passing through a small village that was breathtakingly beautiful.

Here, bordering the sea, the land unfolds in a terraced, hilly pattern, resulting in charming little wooden and thatched huts nestled gracefully on the mountainside. A delicate white path winds its way up the mountain, flanked by fragrant, crimson herbs, making the entire village resemble...

It's as beautiful and moving as a fairy tale, with mountains, roads, sea, flowers, and houses...

"Shall we rest here?" Jiang Shaoxu was the first to suggest.

"But we've only been resting for a short while, haven't we?" Ai Jiangtu asked, oblivious to the situation.

Nan Jue glared fiercely at Ai Jiangtu, while Mu Nujiao and Nan Rongni, who were also women, wholeheartedly agreed. From the light shining in their eyes, it was clear that this was definitely a scene from their dreams, and even the sky and clouds were more colorful than anywhere else!

Seeing that most of the people in the group seemed to want to stay there for a while, Bai Mo didn't say anything, but simply gestured for them to go in.

The pinkish-red herbs by the roadside emit a very delicate fragrance, which is not cloying even though they cover the whole mountain. Walking on this mountain path is refreshing and makes you feel like you'll see a little house made entirely of cream cakes, strawberries and fruit if you walk a few more steps.

We encountered several villagers along the way, who were told that the village was holding special events in the next few days and outsiders were not allowed to stay.

So the group left the mountain stronghold and settled in a town at the foot of the mountain. As expected, Mo Fan and Jiang Shaoxu couldn't resist sneaking up the mountain to take a look, while Zhao Manyan also wanted to flirt with the girls.

Bai Mo knew what was going to happen next, so he gestured to Ai Jiangtu and then pulled Mu Nujiao, who really wanted to be with Jiang Shaoxu, upstairs together.

"Bai Mo, I didn't expect you to enjoy doing such sneaky things too." As the group quietly made their way up the mountain, Mo Fan couldn't help but say.

"What do you mean by 'stealing chickens and dogs'? I came up here openly and honestly." Bai Mo looked ahead. "Besides, I'm here to rescue people, unlike you."

Before Mo Fan could finish speaking, he saw five hundred people gathered in front of the village. These five hundred people were all villagers, but they were surrounded by seventy or eighty monks dressed in red.

Judging from their aura, these mages are all highly skilled.

"The people of your village, the houses of your village, the land of your village, the herbs of your village, all belong to me. You only need to pay enough money to buy them back, and then I will leave with my brothers," the man who called himself Xige said calmly.

After overhearing a few sentences of conversation, Mu Nujiao's eyes immediately blazed with anger. "These bandits!"

This isn't an event; it's a robbery!

"Yes, at most, robbers steal someone's things and leave immediately, then sell the stolen goods themselves after things calm down. But these guys are different; they steal someone's things and then make the person they robbed pay money to buy them back... They even save money on selling the stolen goods," Jiang Shaoxu said.

"Speaking of which, it seems like the towns and cities we passed through had bounties from the Red Ornament Guild, right?" Mo Fan suddenly remembered this.

"There are quite a few. Let's do it and kill them," Bai Mo said decisively.

"Leave no survivors. There's a town just down the mountain. Guess why they're so brazen?"

Mo Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw Bai Mo walk out of the shadow he had set up.

At the same time, just as Xige was about to have some fun with the girl, a thunderous shout rang out.

"stop!!"

The powerful sound waves, imbued with magical energy, sent more than a dozen members of the Red Ornament Guild who were close to the villagers staggering back several meters!

"Who dares to interfere in the affairs of my Crimson Ornament Guild!" Sieg immediately glared fiercely in the direction the voice came from. (End of Chapter)