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

When the two commander-level Sky Blood Lions flew out, it seemed like a rare bloody battle was about to begin.

Unexpectedly, all the truly formidable opponents had found their match, leaving them with no choice but to vent their frustration on a herd of fiery horses.

In a short while, they dealt with the Flaming Horse, but that was not enough. The pride of lions was not satisfied with their current results, especially the two Sky Blood Lions, who immediately turned their attention to the many Mudstone Bulls and Sand Lizards that were being toyed with by the Divine Dust Tiger.

In an instant, they formed a steel torrent and surged forward, bringing disaster upon the group of slave-level demons.

Turning our gaze to Diana, she was currently dominating the Rock Bull. The overwhelming power and attribute advantage made the Rock Bull no match for her. In the hands of Diana, who possessed spatial abilities, the bulky Rock Bull had no chance of escaping.

On the other hand, even with the Soul Seed's amplification, Ding Yumin's Hellfire Stone, also a fire-type weapon, was at a disadvantage when fighting against the Flaming Horse.

However, Ding Yumin's Soul Seed Calamity Annihilation Divine Flame has a unique and powerful effect, continuously burning all substances with energy. If the Flaming Horse doesn't run away, it will probably be killed by the Calamity Annihilation Divine Flame formed from the energy it carries.

Let's finish this quickly.

Bai Mo's silver hairpin spear gleamed as he strode towards the Rock Demon Bull near Jiao Yue. After only three or five steps, his figure appeared directly above the Rock Demon Bull as he took his next step.

"boom!"

Another brutal collision ensued. Jiaoyue, like a star falling from the sky, struck the Rock Demon Bull's back with lightning force. The immense power shattered the Rock Demon Bull's back, causing its entire body to collapse and lie sprawled on the ground.

The lightning bolts that burst from the Moonlit Fist surged into the Rock Bull's body through the gaping wound.

A dense, crackling electric current surged through his body, piercing back and forth across the Rock Demon Bull, paralyzing it in the blink of an eye.

"good!"

Bai Mo's eyes lit up, and the silver hairpin spear in his hand immediately fell, the spatial spear light carrying a strong destructive force slashing down, cutting open the head of the Rock Demon Bull as easily as cutting tofu.

The Soul Bracelet on his wrist glowed faintly, its suction power carrying the power to summon souls, collecting the commander-level essence dropped by this Rock Demon Bull, as well as some essence fragments that naturally fell from enemies on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Ding Yumin didn't continue honing her fire-type skills with the Flaming Horse. Instead, she unleashed her full mental power, and in just one round, she brought the Flaming Horse to the brink of death.

Seeing that the Flaming Horse Commander was being attacked by Ding Yumin, Bai Mo knew what she meant. He raised his spear and pointed it, immediately ending the life of the Commander-level Flaming Horse.

In the short span of time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the three ethnic groups that posed a significant threat to the nearby city of Dunhuang were wiped out.

In the shadows in the distance, a military strategist in charge of defenses near Dunhuang stared wide-eyed, hardly believing what was happening before his eyes.

He had originally received orders from above to come here and keep watch, saying that someone was going to enter the Mogao Caves. He thought he was here to act as a bodyguard for that powerful and wealthy young man.

Unexpectedly, the Flaming Horse Demon Tribe, which had been a major headache for the Dunhuang military, was dealt with just like that!

That's right. Because there are three leaders, and these three leaders know how to help and cooperate with each other, they have raised the level of the demons here to the level of a tribe.

Because it is a demon group centered around the Flaming Horse clan, it is named the Flaming Horse Demon Tribe.

Only then did this military strategist, who was usually in charge of controlling and preventing demons near Dunhuang, begin to understand the meaning behind his orders to keep watch over the area for the past few days.

"Our mission isn't to act as bodyguards, but to seize the opportunity to reclaim the Mogao Caves and re-establish the Mogao military outpost."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Bai Mo and Ding Yumin noticed that someone was watching from the shadows. However, after Ding Yumin realized that the person meant no harm, they decided not to interfere further.

Arriving atop the hill, Bai Mo stood before the largest cave and peered inside.

In his original world, the Mogao Caves were a symbol of Chinese civilization. They were first carved during the Sixteen Kingdoms period and continued until the Yuan Dynasty, spanning a thousand years and recording the customs and historical changes of China over a thousand years.

But this magical world seems even more mysterious. Bai Mo recalled the information he had received from Professor Shi when he called before setting off.

The name Mogao comes from its unfathomable depths, referring to its magical structures, which are said to record things from the totem era, the early days of humankind.

In modern times, there is no document that records its origin.

Looking inside, Bai Mo could only see a huge stone cave that resembled a dance hall, with some red marks on the cave walls—traces of the flames from the Fiery Horse not long ago.

If you look deeper, you can see nothing at all, as if you are shrouded in a layer of darkness and chaos.

"Let's go in," Bai Mo said.

"it is good."

Upon entering the cave, they found it wasn't as dark as it appeared from the outside. After taking a few more steps, they suddenly realized that Ding Yumin had disappeared from their sight.

Bai Mo's expression hardened, and he turned around abruptly. He saw that the cave entrance was still there, but the familiar figure was gone.

Immediately afterwards, he sensed an extremely subtle spatial fluctuation, like the slight itch on his face after a breeze.

With a slight twitch of his brow, he took down the Mogao Grottoes entry pass given to him by the old man from his waist and saw the strange crescent-shaped stone emitting a faint light.

He had a guess in his mind, and then turned his gaze to examine the wall that he had noticed was strange when he turned his head earlier.

"Indeed, only with a certificate can one enter the real Mogao Caves."

Muttering to himself, Bai Mo stared intently at the wall, where there were murals. These murals were colorless, not bright, and lacked any real artistry; they were simple and rustic.

Even so, the content of this mural is still easy to understand.

It was a picture of a group of people getting soaked in the rain.

As you can see, both the elderly and children are getting wet in the rain.

"Huh!"

After glancing at it twice, Bai Mo suddenly felt that the scenery in the picture was moving, and his body felt as if he were really in a torrential downpour, his whole body soaked in the cold rain.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a blur before his eyes, and he found himself in a rainstorm, surrounded by many people dressed in hemp clothing.

Bai Mo was startled, feeling an unusual familiarity, much like when he was reading the murals in the ancient royal tomb.

He didn't intend to go out, and it seemed he couldn't anyway, so he stood in the crowd getting soaked in the rain.

The rain was relentless and pouring down. He didn't know why he was standing in the rain there, but his intuition told him it might be related to the so-called "nature school."

Bai Mo tried to move, but found that he couldn't; only his head could move, so he turned his head and looked around.

The people around them were clearly visible, but they were all ordinary faces. The only thing worth noting was the longing and determination in their eyes.

Determination is more common among older people, while aspiration is more common among younger people.

They remained silent, as if being able to get soaked in the rain here was already an immense stroke of luck.

Bai Mo was puzzled, but he had a guess in his heart. He couldn't judge this kind of determination, but that kind of longing was very similar to what he saw in the eyes of everyone when he first awakened magic.

The rain poured down like pillars, growing heavier and heavier, until it felt as if a massive weight of boulders was bearing down on him, the ever-increasing pressure making him feel as if his very soul was about to be crushed.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt his vision go black and his body no longer belonged to him.

Just then, a cheer rang out. Bai Mo struggled to turn his head and open his eyes to see a young man with water gushing from his hands, forcefully parting the torrential rain that was soaking him.

Beside him, people cheered and celebrated.

This confused Bai Mo. He could tell that the young man had awakened the water element, but the people around him were still enduring the torrential rain, just like him, so why were they laughing so enthusiastically?

After an unknown amount of time, he lost his last bit of consciousness and fainted.

To Bai Mo's surprise, he did not leave the painting, but instead watched what happened from the perspective of an observer.

As the torrential rain subsided, the previously open space was now churning with water. A group of people stood there, maneuvering the current to pull swollen corpses from the water.

Upon seeing this, Bai Mo was stunned. Could he be washed away by the rain before he could awaken?

No, it should be that one awakens with the resolve to die.

Only now did this painting of the heart kick Bai Mo out.

As soon as his consciousness returned, Bai Mo grimaced, realizing that he had truly endured the immense pressure of the water.

He could feel that his mental strength had increased significantly, and if he watched it twice more, he should be able to break through.

This mural is far more sophisticated than Sha Yuan's Heart Painting.

After glancing at the painting of rain in front of him, Bai Mo deliberately focused his mind on it.

"Hmm? No way!"

With his head tilted to the side, Bai Mo stubbornly focused all his will on charging forward, only to find that his charge seemed to hit nothing. The feeling of using the wrong force was extremely unpleasant.

"If you don't have any, then you don't have any. I'll look at other options."

Muttering to himself, Bai Mo turned to look at the other wall, where the contents were even simpler.

But you can also tell that it seems to be much older, with a few people in a house inside a cave, roasting meat and making a fire.

Bai Mo stared for a few seconds, and unsurprisingly, he was pulled into the mural, becoming one of those warming themselves by the fire.

You can even smell the aroma of roasting meat in the hands of the man wrapped in animal skin above the fire, but you still can't move.

Looking at the bonfire before him, Bai Mo thought to himself, 'Am I about to be reborn in flames?'

However, he was clearly overthinking it; the mural seemed to be simply narrating an event.

As the family gathered around the fire to warm themselves, suddenly, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy began to glow with a light of awakening.

Upon witnessing this scene, the many people sitting around the fire all looked astonished, making exaggerated gestures as if they had received a great blessing, and some even knelt down in front of a strange-looking pattern.

After reading the contents, he was immediately kicked out. He checked his mental state and found no increase.

"It seems that what's here is just a simple narration of events, and it's not very useful."

He secretly agreed, but did not actually make that judgment. Looking inside, he could see that there were still patterns on the walls leading into the cave.

Standing here, he could only see the murals here clearly; even the murals just a step away were not clearly visible to him.

His gaze swept around, and Bai Mo took a step forward. As soon as he took that step, his expression changed, and he felt the magical energy in his sea of ​​consciousness being consumed at a rapid pace.

In one step, half the magic energy of the galaxy is gone!

He can't even trigger the Covenant of the Spring of Life here; he only has six Star Rivers in total!

While silently criticizing the system in his mind, Bai Mo immediately turned to look at the mural.

The mural still depicts a group of people surrounding a fire, but what's twitching is that these people aren't warming themselves by the fire, but rather burning their hands. Each of them is putting their hands into the fire, as if measuring the temperature of the flames.

"What a mess!"

Bai Mo couldn't help but complain, but his thoughts honestly flew in.

As soon as he entered, the excruciating pain in his hand made him gasp.

Enduring the excruciating pain that made my veins throb, I took a look around as usual. Unlike the previous painting of rain, there were no children in this scene, the youngest of whom was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

What they had in common was their determined gaze, a gaze that seemed to be pursuing something.

Next, Bai Mo went to jail, watching helplessly as his hands gradually turned to ash in the flames.

But this wasn't the end. Even without his hand, he still had his arms and legs. Bai Mo calmly watched as one of his thighs turned to ashes, and finally saw one of the many people sitting around the fire awaken fire magic, before the mural ended. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After leaving the mural, Bai Mo calmed down and instead of measuring the increase in his spiritual power, he looked at the narrative mural on the other side.

With my mind fully engaged, this time the narrative will be a bit longer.

But the core message remains the same: awakening.

This is still a matter of awakening, but Bai Mo becomes the protagonist of the story in the mural.

In the small village, in the light drizzle, he walked in the rain and then awakened the water system.

He told the villagers about it, and it seems he said something, and then had some kind of exchange with two other villagers who had also awakened their water abilities.

After that, all the villagers came out to enjoy the light drizzle.

After leaving the mural, Bai Mo seemed to be deep in thought. The two paintings seemed to depict the same things, but their core themes were different.

The former also viewed mastering an elemental power as a coincidence, a sign of divine favor and blessing.

The latter involves finding patterns and attempting to apply them.

The other two paintings are quite similar, both telling the same story: the ancients' pursuit of magic and their attempts to achieve it.

Although their attempt was extremely simple, it seems incredibly absurd and foolish now.

Bai Mo remained silent, and there was no one else to speak to, so he continued walking forward.

After reading this part, he inexplicably felt a jolt, as if he had broken through something, and his mind suddenly opened up.

"Sixth Realm."

He smiled slightly, but the murals were more pleasing to his eye. Without stopping, he continued walking.

After walking nine more steps, his energy had increased considerably, but before he reached the end of the cave, his magical power was exhausted.

But the content of these nine murals basically filled in the gaps in his guesses.

On the surface, this is a record of trivial matters concerning the awakening of magic, or rather, it is less a record of the trivial matters concerning the awakening of magic by the person recording it.

Rather, this place records the ancient explorations of magic by humankind on this land, the origin of magic! (End of Chapter)