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

However, judging from Feng Ling's words, it's not even a Soul Seed, let alone a Heavenly Seed!

A naturally formed celestial seed!!

Even with Bai Mo's long-trained composure, his breathing became a little heavier.

He took a few deep breaths and suppressed his desire. He dared not absorb anything beyond his level again; he would take it later.

He glanced at Feng Ling and sensed his own advanced level three wind element cultivation. He clenched his fist. It wouldn't be too far off; that day would come.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Bai Mo looked at Feng Ling and said, "Quickly, let me feel the power of the new Soul Wind."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt his expression freeze. The wind spirit in front of him flashed with moonlight and ran back to the summoning plane.

He didn't even have time to be surprised, because he suddenly realized that the wind element brought by the Wind Spirit in his spiritual world had been growing in strength ever since she broke through to the Great Commander level and reached the third level of the high-level.

In a flash, his mind raced, and recalling the enormous elemental power that Feng Ling had just absorbed, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Ding Yumin asked, noticing his strange expression.

"Feng Ling ate too much and couldn't digest it all at once."

Experiencing this spiritual world is like a wind-element cultivation technique advancing at breakneck speed, leaving Bai Mo helpless.

It's no wonder that the Elemental Tribulation is both a calamity and a blessing. The Wind Spirit's appetite for swallowing up most of the wind element in the canyon is something that would be impossible under normal circumstances.

But now it's back to normal, and the benefit is that her cultivation level has improved rapidly. It's rare that she can still endure it for a while and communicate with him.

It's a pity that we won't be able to see each other for a while.

Bai Mo thought of Xiao Yan Ji from the original work. She had also used the Elemental Holy Land, but she did so to regain her life, and obtaining the Soul Fire was just a side effect.

Most of the power of the Elemental Calamity was used up by her rebirth, which caused her body's flames to become unstable again, requiring many soul seeds, and she even went to Parthenon to cultivate.

Feng Ling doesn't have this problem. It's likely that when she reappears, she will be a peak-level commander in the advanced stage.

"Bai Mo, look at the forehead of this bird statue!" Just then, Lingling saw that Bai Mo had finished his work and pointed to the forehead of the huge stone bird.

"Forehead? What about your forehead?!"

As he asked the question, Bai Mo's gaze fell on the forehead of the giant stone bird.

Thanks to the strong winds that blew up during the Wind Spirit's ascension, the stone statue, which was originally covered in dust, became much cleaner, and many of its lines and details were revealed.

On his jet-black forehead, exquisite, delicate, and mysterious patterns were clearly visible.

Bai Mo subconsciously stopped talking, staring at the pattern on the face for a long time before turning his head to look at Lingling and then at Ding Yumin.

"It's somewhat like the totem pattern of the mythical bird we found buried in the Zhongshan Islands."

"Yes, there are also Blood-Eyed Cursed Ravens near that island, and that skeleton also contains the power of the undead." Ding Yumin nodded, her eyes shining.

"Yes! That's the pattern. I never imagined that the mysterious totem originally lived in such a faraway place," Lingling said.

"But there's nothing here except the statue. Let's go check out the altar on the other side."

Nodding, Bai Mo's eyes held a hint of anticipation as he used Instant Teleportation to arrive at the other side of the cliff platform.

This is an altar, built in an exceptionally ancient style, with circular steps extending from the outermost edge to the very center.

Upon ascending the altar, on the high platform in the very center, a palm-sized, dark blue water jug ​​rests quietly. The jug is flat and its material is unknown.

Bai Mo and the others did not approach, but were instead drawn to the murals carved on the mountain wall.

The mural depicts a mythical bird soaring through the sky, with a flowery head and yellow claws. Perhaps its claws aren't actually yellow, but the wall is.

It is graceful and elegant, with long flowing hair, protecting the people of the area. It constantly stirs up strong winds, moving countless sand, stones and ancient trees, which all fall to the seaside.

After reading the contents of the mural, Lingling looked somewhat surprised. The story behind the mural was simple yet quite famous.

"Jingwei filling the sea—that mysterious divine bird totem is Jingwei!!"

Her bright eyes sparkled, filled with the excitement and satisfaction of solving a mystery.

"It should be. This seems to be a totem artifact, but it looks damaged."

Bai Mo nodded; he had guessed the same thing. He walked over to the only thing standing in front of the central altar platform.

He looked at the kettle-like object in front of him, which had some small chips on the neck and several other parts. Many things here were broken, but this kettle, although also slightly damaged, was well preserved.

It's not an ordinary thing, but if it's a totem, then...

Can totem objects break?

However, it's understandable that the things that accompanied it died or broke.

Just as Bai Mo was pondering this, he felt the pendant hanging in front of his chest tremble, making his neck itch.

"What the hell?"

He muttered to himself, but in his heart he was making guesses. The pendant hanging on his chest was a soul-cultivating artifact made by Tuohuotuo, using glass shards that Tuohuotuo had somehow obtained.

Could it be related to this kettle?!

Bai Mo lowered his head, squinted, and carefully examined the broken corner of the kettle. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it resembled the shape of the glass shards that Huo Tuo had taken out.

"But now the shape doesn't match up anymore!"

When you open the removed soul-repairing artifact in your palm, you'll see a rhombus-shaped crystal adorned with a necklace, exquisite and unique.

He's a blacksmith, after all. Those glass shards are just the main material; there are also auxiliary materials, so it's impossible to keep them in their original state.

"Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

A faint glimmer of soul light appeared on the palm-sized, flat water jug. In that instant, the small, diamond-shaped soul-cultivating artifact in Bai Mo's hand suddenly flew up and landed directly in the mouth of the jug.

"Wow!"

Bai Mo hadn't even decided whether to try it out yet; this soul-repairing artifact wasn't cheap, and it's already been stolen!?

He quickly picked up the kettle and poured the water out.

It would have been better if he hadn't picked it up. As soon as he did, a connection immediately came from the kettle, directly linking to his soul.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Mo felt his magical energy being absorbed by the small kettle, continuously being absorbed.

"No, I think I was scammed."

For a moment, Bai Mo was speechless. This was only the second time he had seen such a proactive totem vessel.

However, after noticing that the kettle was flashing and the broken pieces were slowly healing, he stopped pouring the contents.

He gestured with his eyes to the two adults and one child watching him perform, then released his mind, and magical energy poured into him like a flood.

Even with the spring working at full capacity, this cliff is slowly drying out and cracking, losing its luster.

He poured water for a full five hours, turning the entire cliff into a barren wasteland, and finally the water jug ​​in his hand stopped absorbing his magical energy.

At the same time, Bai Mo sensed that the kettle had been restored through his spiritual connection with it.

"Goodness, if it were someone else, you would have drained them dry."

Bai Mo muttered to himself, and seeing the puzzled looks on Ding Yumin and the others' faces, he gave a simple explanation.

"So, this must be a totem. But what is its function?" Ding Yumin asked.

"I haven't tested it yet, so I don't know for sure. I hope it's a soul-repairing artifact, otherwise I'll feel like I've missed out."

As Bai Mo spoke, he closed his eyes. With a thought, he discovered that the small pot could not be taken into his spiritual world.

Immediately following the activation of consciousness, and through the soul connection with the totem vessel, he skillfully entered the vessel's world.

Upon entering, one's eyes are immediately drawn to numerous shimmering green or blue lights that float throughout the entire world of vessels.

Like fireflies dancing in the night, beautiful and dreamlike, but Bai Mo knew that these were the remnants of his original soul essence that existed in his soul cultivation vessel.

A remnant soul?!

"Wait, where's the remnant soul?!"

Bai Mo was shocked. He immediately ruled out that Huo Tuo, that old devil, had embezzled his money. What he had given him were the remnants of three hundred commanders and one monarch-level being!

His eyes were fixed on the numerous eerie green dots of light. He quickly located the remnant soul of the monarch-level being, but the commander-level one was nowhere to be found!

Instead, they suddenly discovered three commander-level spirits.

He clearly remembered the number of spirit fragments he received from the soul-cultivating artifact that Huo Tuo had forged: eight hundred servant-level spirit fragments, no warrior-level spirit fragments, three hundred commander-level spirit fragments, and one monarch-level spirit fragment.

However, the other two types are fine now, only the remnant soul of the commander-level is gone, replaced by three commander-level essence souls.

"That old devil Huo Tuo will definitely not lose money."

Bai Mo's expression was somewhat strange, but also somewhat delighted. He was now basically certain that this was a vessel for the souls of the dead.

And it is a vessel for condensing remnants of the soul!

However, it seems a bit low that it took three hundred fragmented souls to condense into three pure souls.

The thought flashed through Bai Mo's mind, but he shook his head, feeling that he was being greedy.

Immediately afterwards, he began to try cultivating it to see if this thing had the effect of a soul-cultivating demonic artifact.

When Bai Mo activated the Space System Star River and sensed the immense, warm energy emanating from the small pot, he instantly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with surprise.

"Looks like you had a good haul?"

Seeing him open his eyes, Leng Qing said.

"Yes, this is a vessel for condensing remnants of the soul into a spirit, and it also serves as a soul-repairing artifact." Bai Mo nodded, not hiding anything.

As he spoke, Bai Mo immediately poured everything from the utensil vessel in his hand into the small pot.

The most numerous were remnants of souls, totaling over two thousand. Among them were two from monarchs who had just been killed, followed by several commanders, and the rest included generals and servants.

Then there are 28 Commander-level Soul Essences, all of which were obtained through hard work during this period, as well as 411 Warrior-level Soul Essences and 522 Servant-level Soul Essences.

The sudden influx of so many spirits and remnants caused the small pot to tremble, as if it were quite excited.

Then, under Bai Mo's gaze, numerous remnants of souls rapidly coalesced behind the black mist of the vessel world, as if two meteor showers in the starry sky were colliding with each other.

A deep blue light bloomed like a flower, and when it subsided, ten warrior-level spirit essences and fifteen servant-level spirit essences appeared.

However, this was not what Bai Mo cared about most. What made his eyes widen was what happened after he transferred the more than five hundred servant-level spirits from the Soul Bracelet into it.

These slave-level spirits, along with the six hundred slave spirits already present in the small vessel, burst into flames, then coalesced into a large, blazing ball of soul flame.

Then, to Bai Mo's incredulous gaze, the soul flame slowly transformed into a warrior-level essence.

"What is this? Is it a composite?"

Bai Mo was somewhat surprised and heartbroken.

He just counted, and there are still 137 slave-level essences left. That means the soul fire just now burned a thousand of his slave-level essences before he could burn out one warrior-level essence.

That's way too little!

A single slave-level essence could fetch at least five million if sold. Is what's being burned just essence? It's his life!

I feel like I've been ripped off.

Bai Mo looked at the remaining essence within the vessel and tried to take out the essence that had been burned out. Only after finding that it was possible did he feel somewhat at peace.

What a load of rubbish!

The proportions are terrible. He frowned, thinking about how broken the pot looked just now. He wondered to himself, could it have just been restored?

"What's wrong?" Ding Yumin noticed that his expression was a little strange and couldn't help but ask.

"I've discovered some minor functions." Bai Mo shook his head. The function he just discovered wasn't entirely useless. If it could burn out the essence of a monarch, it would be even more useful.

Thinking of this, he slowly said, "I gave it a name, the Soul Refining Pot."

"That's fairly accurate." Lingling nodded.

During the conversation, the group had already left Tianmen Canyon.

"The west is all demon territory, there are no cities. If we want to go back, there are two routes."

Lingling took out her tablet, pulled up a map, and said, "One route goes west, across the Pamir Plateau, to Usbekistan. This country offers visa-free entry to our country, and there are flights from its capital to Shanghai."

When Bai Mo mentioned this route, Lingling's eyes lit up, and she looked at him with great anticipation.

"Let's go back the way we came," Leng Qing interrupted. She already knew what the second path was and didn't intend to take any more risks.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Pamir Plateau is an appendage of the Kunlun Mountains; the unknown means danger.

They had already traversed the Taklamakan Desert once, so having gained experience, retracing their route wouldn't be too difficult.

Bai Mo and Ding Yumin had no objection to Leng Qing's decision, but Lingling's idea of ​​going on an adventure was nipped in the bud.

After a night's rest and regaining their strength, Bai Mo and his group once again stepped into the desert.

They didn't encounter any members of the Xuandu Hunters Group, so it seems they don't plan to return anytime soon.

Relying on the towering and majestic outline of the Tianshan Mountains, and following the general route we came from, it still took a full week to finally emerge from the desert.

They encountered many dangers along the way, but having experienced them once before, they knew how dangerous the desert monsters were and managed to get through them unscathed.

As soon as he entered the city, Bai Mo noticed that his phone was ringing incessantly.

"Aren't you going to process the information?"

In the car, Ding Yumin, who heard Bai Mo's phone ringing, gestured to her phone, which was charging.

"There's not much to see; most of it will probably be reminders from 10086 (China Mobile's customer service hotline) or something like that."

As he spoke, Bai Mo took out his phone, unlocked it, and looked at it. He found that most of the calls were from his mentor, Feng Li, and there were also text messages. Most of the text messages included information about the current actions of the National Government personnel.

By this time, Mo Fan and his team had long since completed the Sahara rescue operation, attacked the Egyptian legation, and were undergoing training in Psini. (End of Chapter)