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

Upon re-entering the Abyss of Evil, Bai Mo was already extremely familiar with the place. The strange cries of the vengeful spirits and ghosts outside were basically the same as a greeting of "Have you eaten yet?"

Goodbye, Wind Spirit. The little guy seems to have gotten a bit fatter. It's because there's too much Wind Seed in his body, and he can no longer maintain his small size.

After retrieving the Wind Spirit, Bai Mo also took the opportunity to learn about the abilities of the Ancient King's relic.

This wind is called Xuan Sha, which is difficult to predict and defend against. At the same time, it is the fastest and has the power of a Great Heavenly Seed.

Bai Mo tested it briefly, and with the blessing of the Xuan Sha Tian Feng, his speed was five times faster than before. At the same time, if he used magic and his skills hit the enemy or attacked at this speed, most people would probably have a hard time dodging it.

"Yumian, there's trouble in the northern frontier. You stay here and keep watch. I'll let you know if anything happens."

Bai Mo didn't chat with Feng Ling or Xie Shen Yu Mian. After learning about this new wind seed, he immediately made arrangements.

"The sea level in the coastal areas is also rising. I need to do something to see if I can slow down the rise. I need to go to the northwestern desert. We will contact each other using telepathic communication."

"good!"

Ding Yumin didn't ask him how he could be so sure that something would happen in Haijiang and Beijiang; she simply expressed her support.

"Whatever enemies there are, I will transform into an emperor and lead the eight fallen rulers to annihilate them all!" Xie Shen Yu Mian said domineeringly, and with her dignified attire, she really did have the air of a queen.

"Okay, from now on we'll stick with you."

Bai Mo thought for a moment, and finding nothing missing, he immediately left the Abyss of Fiends and headed northwest.

The last time I entered the Taklamakan Desert, I was quite apprehensive, only daring to walk along the foothills of the Tian Shan Mountains, like a sneaky mouse.

This time, however, Bai Mo sat on Jingwei's back and swaggered across the entire Taklamakan Desert.

High above, he could clearly see the sand dunes and mountains below, undulating like waves, with various demon tribes and their lairs scattered among them.

Every now and then a sandstorm would blow up, just like waves rising on the surface of water.

None of the numerous demons sensed Jingwei in the sky. Even the few powerful monarchs who did sense her couldn't reach her with their aerial attacks.

Even so, it took quite a while to cross the undulating Hexi Corridor, glide over the vast Taklamakan Desert, and finally reunite with the Pamir Plateau.

Upon seeing the familiar scenery, Jingwei seemed somewhat acquainted and let out an excited cry. Without needing Bai Mo to guide her, she flapped her wings rapidly and arrived at the Heavenly Gate Canyon at an even faster speed.

A howling wind swept between the massive, towering stone gates, and above the gates, an elemental wind seed that had remained unchanged for millennia floated silently.

Jingwei shook off her wings and landed on the Heavenly Gate, which was right in the eye of a storm. Gale winds from all directions rushed in and then poured into the wind seed, passing through the Heavenly Gate.

The mighty winds lashed the plateau below, carving out a hurricane canyon several thousand meters long and over a thousand meters deep over thousands of years.

Bai Mo summoned the Wind Spirit and gestured to the Wind Seed in front of him.

In fact, the test conducted by Jingwei when she landed revealed that this wind seed might be of the same origin as the Canghuang Heavy Wind that the Wind Spirit had already absorbed.

In other words, the Azure Wind was actually split off from the Heavenly Wind that hung high above the Heavenly Gate, overlooking a plateau basin.

It might be a coincidence caused by a demon trying to absorb it in the past but failing.

Overall, this is a good thing, as Jingwei's Canghuang Chongfeng can now advance to the Heavenly Seed level.

On the other hand, when the wind spirit absorbs it, it will no longer need such a long time to communicate with and capture the spirituality of the heavenly wind.

"Mmm~~!"

The wind spirit, about the size of an elementary school student, circled the wind seed twice, making a series of "hmm" sounds, showing a mixture of longing and reluctance.

After all, they just ate a Wind-type Celestial Seed and were quite full, and now another one is coming.

Feng Ling was somewhat troubled. It seemed that having too many good things made her feel uncomfortable and happy.

However, she knew Bai Mo's thoughts, and comparing absorbing the Heavenly Seed to eating was not entirely appropriate.

Improving one's strength is ultimately a wonderful thing. As an elemental spirit, she could not refuse the wind. Without any hesitation, the wind spirit's body began to grow slowly. After growing to the height of an adult woman, she sat cross-legged under the wind seed.

As you can see, her originally gorgeous cyan dress gradually turned pale yellow, and her face was shrouded in a pale yellow aura, which was the airflow that was constantly flowing down from above.

As the absorption began, Bai Mo suddenly lost his balance and had to grab onto Jingwei's feathers to regain his footing.

However, the fierce winds raging around them grew even stronger, gradually turning into thunderous roars.

It was clear that, centered on this Heavenly Gate, the entire Heavenly Gate Canyon and even the Pamir Plateau within a radius of tens of kilometers were shrouded in a raging hurricane.

As a result, the entire area became blurred and darkened, and from both inside and outside, all that could be seen was a turbid, yellowish-brown air current roaring.

It was as if this place had become a small world, a small world belonging to the wind.

Bai Mo tried to close his eyes and meditate, but he could not sense any other elements in this small world.

A surge of delight appeared in his eyes; this seemed to be the nascent form of a forbidden realm, likely belonging to this pale yellow celestial wind.

The presence of a forbidden zone means that this Heavenly Wind should at least be a Lesser Heavenly Seed, and it should probably be of this quality.

Although the difference in the number of strokes between different elemental species is only in the size of the species, the difficulty, time required for their development, and various other factors vary greatly.

Like the Xuan Sha Heavenly Wind that was just absorbed in the Sha Abyss, it was nurtured by the ancient king with the help of the corpses of ancient ferocious beasts, and this is the main material.

The Xuan Sha Wind, refined and cultivated to its Heavenly Rank, was created by the ferocious energy generated from the two thousand years of drifting in the Sha Abyss and the rampant undead, as well as the air currents that traversed time and space. It was these two unique energies that served as the fuel for the Xuan Sha Heavenly Wind.

At the same time, what supports Bai Mo's judgment is the three wind elemental barriers he currently possesses.

He could sense that Feng Ling hadn't used any of them.

In fact, these three elemental realms are all very distinctive, and none of them are the same.

They correspond to the three characteristics of Tianfeng: protection, control, and unpredictability.

Bai Mo was very curious about what the pale yellow Heavenly Wind Forbidden Realm would be like if it were to be born.

A forbidden realm is a domain containing specific rules, which can be seen as an upgraded version of a domain. In the original work, Mu Ningxue's Ice Forbidden Realm was extremely powerful. Having even one of these would be a suppression for any mage of the same level.

This kind of thing is not common among artificial beings. If people knew that he had four of them in just one lineage, I wonder if they would be furious.

Another sunrise appeared on the horizon, and Bai Mo took out a spirit seed to feed his fire-type little glutton.

The absorption of the Heavenly Seed took longer than he had anticipated.

Bai Mo did not meditate, but instead kept a close eye on Mo Fan's progress and situation, as well as the rising sea level at the beach.

Just now, he learned that Mo Fan was going to a place in the grasslands, where the Extradition Chief had notified him that Leng Jue would be holding a grand opening ceremony.

He wants to attend the opening ceremony, so it would be best to prevent anything from starting!

This made Bai Mo a little strange. He remembered that in the original work, when Mo Fan wanted to get close to Leng Jue, even after he became blue-clothed, he was given a layer of control ability before being brought into the ceremony. Moreover, it wasn't the opening ceremony; he was just there to witness Leng Jue break through the Great Wall and massacre the Central Plains.

He felt things were somewhat unexpected, but he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only warn them to be careful.

Inserting bamboo poles is a step in the process of cultivating laver.

Every day, Old Zhang would row his small boat out onto the sea to check on the growth of the seaweed, and then plant new bamboo poles to cover the empty seabed.

As the laver cultivation base of the Zhang family, the laver in Hongxiapu stretches for thousands of hectares and grows beneath the sea surface, breathing in accordance with the rise and fall of the tides.

Watching the sunrise and sunset, the tide recede. As dusk falls, the tide rises again.

But he hadn't changed the bamboo here for quite some time. And he hadn't seen that kind of scenery for quite some time either.

The sea breeze brought a salty smell that seemed to have a bitter taste. The slightly thick water vapor blew out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth and clung to his face.

The lingering summer heat was still raging, but Old Zhang felt a chill in his heart.

The sea level has remained at this height for several days. Normally, the rising tide should have receded by then, but the laver growing in the water is dying and the water still hasn't receded, which is making Old Zhang quite worried.

The news said it was caused by sea monsters fighting in the deep ocean and that it would be fine in a few days, but he felt it wasn't that simple.

Moreover, no matter what the news says, how can they possibly understand the difficulties faced by these people who rely on the sea for their livelihood?

Old Zhang was thinking of calling his son, who was still studying at the magic academy, to come back and visit. But when he looked up, he saw that all the bamboo in the sea field was crooked.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes. Why did it feel like the water level on the sea had risen a little more?

Bai Mo was wondering why Mo Fan was able to get close to Leng Jue without being left with the means to control Leng Jue's soul by the Purple Ghost under Leng Jue's command.

Little did they know that the purple ghost under the head of the extradition had just conveyed the decree from Lord Leng Jue.

As the person in charge of part of Lord Leng Jue's plan for the formation, Zi Gui was very grateful to the rat that had secretly infiltrated the area.

Because according to his original position, he was not qualified to attend the opening ceremony of Lord Leng Jue's grand ceremony and witness that great first moment.

"How's it going? Has the news spread? Who wants to participate in Lord Leng Jue's grand event?"

Purple Ghost said to one of his blue-clad stewards.

"Lord Purple Demon, I have carried out your orders. Many people have already sent word that they want to witness this great moment."

"Haha, that's good. But tell them that there are limited spots. If they want a place, they'd better set up the Lord's formation quickly, and then..."

The purple ghost let out a strange laugh, revealing a pleased and playful smile.

"Offer them their loyalty, and some gifts."

"this"

The blue-robed deacon was somewhat unsure. She knew about loyalty, which simply meant signing a soul contract with this purple-robed ghost and being controlled by him. But what exactly did the gift refer to? Sometimes, being too calculating could easily lead to mistakes.

The blue bat couldn't help but ask, "Sir, may I ask what gifts you would like?"

"Idiot!" Zi Gui cursed, but out of satisfaction with his subordinate, he still gave instructions.

"Those corrupt officials must have smelled something, and they've evacuated all the villagers and towns in northern Xinjiang. This is very bad. The Lord's grand ceremony cannot be opened without a blood sacrifice."

With an exaggerated smile, the Purple Demon said, "Tell everyone who's coming to bring one hundred offerings for the grand ceremony, understand?"

"Your Excellency is wise, but perhaps a hundred for each person is a bit too few? How about a thousand?" Blue Bat suggested, his eyes gleaming with a morbid excitement.

"Hmph! Are you an idiot?! One hundred is enough. If there are too many people, how will we make it to the start of the ceremony? Besides, it will attract those trash from the Inquisition Army, which will be a real nuisance." Purple Ghost immediately rejected the idea.

"Yes! Your Excellency's considerations are thorough, far beyond my capabilities. I will certainly complete your orders!" Blue Bat replied immediately, completely unaware that he had been scolded.

Seeing this, Purple Ghost nodded in satisfaction, while not forgetting to make a promise, "If you do well, I can consider recommending you to be the Lord's chief steward, and we seven ghosts will have one more ghost."

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

The blue bat, though excited, still answered respectfully and slowly withdrew.

She took a couple of unhurried steps and saw a tall man standing with his back to her, his familiar demeanor evident. She smiled and said...

"Bei Lu, haven't you always wanted to know how to meet Lord Leng Jue and become one of his subordinates? I've already found out how to attend the grand opening ceremony hosted by Lord Leng Jue!"

Mo Fan turned around, suppressing the surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. He had actually realized that something was definitely wrong with this blue bat.

"Ah! What are you doing!?"

Blue Bat exclaimed in surprise, but instead of turning his face as he expected, he looked at what was exposed with great interest.

This time, Mo Fan couldn't take it anymore; he felt violated. He quickly pulled up his pants and fastened his belt, but responded nonchalantly.

"Peeing? What do you think you're doing, shooting a gun? I thought you wanted to see it, but it seems I scared you. Just bear with it."

"A little caterpillar, I've seen plenty of those!" the blue bat scoffed.

"This is a dragon!!" Mo Fan corrected him, dissatisfied. "What kind of eyesight do you have?"

Upon hearing this, the blue bat scoffed, "Alright, alright, dragon, why don't you go and meet Lord Leng Jue?"

At this point, Mo Fan's face lit up with unusual excitement. "Of course I want to. Tell me, how do I do it?"

"First, you need to pledge your loyalty to the Purple Demon and sign a soul control contract with him."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's heart tightened immediately, and he subconsciously wondered if he had been discovered.

If the contract is signed, his life will be controlled by the Purple Demon. Although he is confident that he can break free, he will inevitably suffer serious injuries.

Blue Bat didn't pay any attention to Mo Fan's expression; she was quite satisfied that only Mo Fan had come to investigate her.

If it were Bai Mo, she really wouldn't be confident in drawing Bai Mo into her plan without revealing her deepest secret.

This was also why she chose to provoke Mo Fan, not giving him much time. She continued:

"The second condition is to bring one hundred living people to the grand ceremony to pay homage to Lord Leng Jue. The living people are a gift for the opening of the ceremony."

In an instant, Mo Fan's expression darkened further. He even had the feeling that he should just throw those two bastards from the Black Vatican right there and now.

He was in a dilemma. Subjectively, he wanted to agree, but at that time he didn't want to hand over his soul to someone else's control, nor did he want to lay a hand on ordinary people.

"I can cancel the soul contract for you. You just need to find an opportunity to meet Yu Mian near the clouds. As for their demand for human sacrifices, I can't help you with that."

Suddenly, Bai Mo's voice rang very softly in his ears. Mo Fan's expression shifted slightly, and he heard him continue:

"However, you can find an excuse not to do it yourself and try to take other deacons' things. Maybe in the process one or two people will escape, attracting people from the Spark Network or the Inquisition. What to do is up to you. I think you're pretty shrewd, you shouldn't lack ideas."

After hearing this, Mo Fan's lips twitched. If he could speak, he would have definitely retorted.

"I agree to both of these conditions."

Mo Fan raised his eyes, looked directly at the blue bat, and asked, "That guy, Purple Ghost, didn't say how the people are supposed to arrive, did he?"

"Of course, what are your thoughts?"

"People from northern Xinjiang have been evacuated to big cities. You can imagine how strict the checks on us will be in those cities."

Mo Fan said unhurriedly, "I hate trouble and don't want to take risks. It would be terrible if I couldn't get out. So, I'm going to snatch other people in blue. Interested in joining me?"

"Hahaha!!" A burst of laughter suddenly came from the side. It was Zi Gui who walked over and patted Mo Fan on the shoulder.

"North Deer, I admire your intelligence. Now, let's sign the contract."

As he spoke, his vulture-like eyes fixed on Mo Fan, with a hint of undisguised suspicion in them.

Upon receiving Bai Mo's telepathic message, Ding Yumin immediately set off for Cloud City and found Mo Fan near the city.

Then, he transferred the connection from his soul to a blood beast and disguised it as Mo Fan's soul fluctuations.

She had no idea what was going to happen, so she found Lingling nearby to prevent her from suffering any mishap.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Bai Mo finally saw the sky.

After a storm that swept for over ten kilometers and howled for several days and nights, the sky was now a clear blue, while on the ground, fine sand flowed and settled into the canyon.

The shifting sands stretching for over ten kilometers were all created during this period by the pale yellow winds!

The sand fell into the canyon and was then blown out of the canyon by the howling crosswinds.

The narrow passage through the canyon, stretching for several kilometers, is like the barrel of a giant crossbow or cannon. Even without the pale yellow wind, the wind force and speed within it are extremely high.

The fierce wind carried the quicksand into the sky, drifting out of the Pamir Plateau and falling directly into the vast Taklamakan Desert.

Bai Mo then let the Wind Spirit possess his body, carefully feeling the four heavenly winds filling his heart and being completely under his control.

In the past few days, through his communication with Mo Fan, he had come to realize that Mo Fan was determined to use demons to punish the cardinal.

He had nothing to say about this, so he let him go to the Parthenon to pay his taxes. As for himself, he simply focused on planning how to use sand to fill the sea.

If there's enough energy left, I'll transfer Minghui to the ocean, and it would be best if he could fight the Queen of the Sea Sands and Skeletons. At that time, Yumian can sit high on the fishing platform.

If there is no spare capacity, then the only option is to help Hades defeat Khufu.

A section of the plateau, stretching for over ten kilometers, has sunk deep, where the thin sand that formed from the soil flows into the canyon and is then carried into the desert, covering an unknown amount of land and creating several sand dunes.

But on the glacial continent far to the south, layers of glaciers are constantly melting, and the vast expanse of snowmelt is a more spectacular sight than the desert waterfalls that cascade down canyons for tens of kilometers, causing a much larger impact.

The entire edge of the continent is now covered with snowmelt waterfalls, which cascade onto the sea and create waves that drift along the westerly winds and ride the ocean currents that carry them to the continents.

From Peru to Fusang, beyond the boundless East China Sea, the sea level on Fusang Island rose dramatically. Countless sea monsters seized the opportunity to stir up waves and, taking advantage of this rare favorable weather, swarmed towards the blood-soaked human cities.

Looking at the Tokyo Naval Battle Castle, which was already mostly submerged, Old Zhang's son couldn't imagine how high the sea level had risen; it was definitely not comparable to the Kyushu coast.

Perhaps what the news reports are true; the recent seawater problems are indeed caused by sea monsters.

He watched as the sirens, with their menacing aura, crashed into rows of buildings, then vanished in a flash, their figures turning into shadows.

I should just go back to China. I can't solve the problem of the sea not receding.

On the contrary, the situation in China is already quite good, as it hasn't reached the point where Tokyo is.

Besides, we need to get the old man to do something else; the beach is just too dangerous.

Having dodged a water jet aimed straight at his crotch, Old Zhang's son wiped his sweat and thought to himself.

"Damn it, you can't even handle these things! Looking at a group of ordinary people, you still managed to miss more than a dozen of them. You're utterly useless and only cause trouble!"

Mo Fan slammed a thunderous palm onto the face of a man in blue beside him, angrily shouting:

"What if you bring the trial to us? What if you leak our itinerary? What if you ruin Lord Leng's grand opening ceremony?! Can you take responsibility?!"

Since signing the contract with Purple Ghost that day, Mo Fan had gained some of his trust and thus became a tool for accepting "gifts" and searching for and secretly judging the rats of the Society.

Mo Fan made an excuse to leave, secretly luring a group of blood beasts to cause chaos, and successfully let more than a dozen people escape.

He rushed back to stop the riot and, together with Blue Bat, organized a headcount. He immediately realized something was wrong and naturally began to hold people accountable.

"I only left to take a piss, and you couldn't even keep an eye on him! Do you even deserve to see Lord Leng!"

He is now one of the people in charge of the group of blue-clad men sent by Zi Gui to participate in the grand ceremony. Therefore, Mo Fan scolded him very freely, and another slap landed on his hand. The blue-clad man who wanted to climb up did not dare to dodge.

He was the epitome of a die-hard fan of Leng Jue.

"Alright, Beilu, let them go out and search. If you keep fighting, Poison Spear will retaliate."

Seeing his expression, the blue bat spoke up to stop him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan immediately stopped, guessing that those people must have fled to a nearby city.

He then said, "Out of respect for Blue Bat, I'll preserve your right to meet Lord Cold. Now come with me to join Lord Purple Ghost! Anyone who messes up again, I, Bei Lu, won't let them off!"

"yes!"

The group immediately followed, trembling with fear, leading several thousand more ordinary people who were even more trembling.

Purple Demon didn't care that a few people were missing, but he was quite satisfied when he heard Bei Lu's report from another steward.

After all, these gifts were meant for Archbishop Leng Jue, and had nothing to do with these porters.

The movers suffered some losses, and the foreman punished them to protect his own interests.

Using the Black Vatican's special markings to penetrate deep into the grasslands, Mo Fan encountered Leng Jue, a man in a large coat with a pale, eerie face and strange purple eyes.

He stood surrounded by a crowd, on that hillside, as if standing before a throne about to be enthroned.

He was surrounded by several guards, and judging from their aura, they were several super-ranked individuals.

Mo Fan could only watch from afar, not daring to approach. He felt a chill run down his spine and sent Bai Mo a message indicating his intention to attack. Faint lines appeared on his skin, veins bulged, and his aura gradually became sinister, ruthless, and violently aggressive. (End of Chapter)