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

Back at Jinyuan Apartment, Ai Tutu was already asleep.

The two embraced in the entryway. Mu Nujiao was already somewhat dazed from the kisses and was being led away by Bai Mo.

Jingle bells jingle~~~~~~

Just as they were about to lead him into Ai Tutu's room, a series of urgent bell sounds suddenly rang out.

Bai Mo's expression hardened, and he released Mu Nujiao.

"Hmm?" Mu Nujiao opened her eyes groggily, wondering why this person had stopped.

"Something came up, I'll go take care of it, you go to sleep first."

Bai Mo and his figure flashed and appeared in her room.

"W-what's wrong?"

Seeing that his expression was unusual, Mu Nujiao's confused eyes cleared up a bit, and she asked.

"Something happened with Lingling."

Since he was protecting the Viking family, he has obtained that sonic transcendent power from the Cade Headhunter.

Bai Mo's five-tone bell actually has many more small bells.

These small bells are usually hidden as patterns within the five-tone bells.

However, it also has many functions, one of which is the long-distance voice transmission function originally developed by Bai Mo.

Previously, communication required him to initiate a single-threaded conversation, but now, as long as he has his bell, both parties can initiate communication.

He had given Lingling one of these bells before, and just now, that urgent ringing came from Lingling's side.

"In danger! Come to our aid immediately!"

After Lingling finished speaking those two sentences, she stopped transmitting her voice, perhaps because she didn't have enough time, or perhaps for some other reason.

"Then you should go quickly."

Mu Nujiao urged, knowing Lingling's abilities and judgment; if she really asked for help, then she truly needed it.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, then vanished in a flash.

Once high in the sky, he threw the Soul Refining Pot out.

The black aura spread out immediately, and he had already transformed into a silver streak of light, flashing a few times before arriving at the edge of the Demon City.

The Jingwei appeared on the spot and quickly caught up with him, who was traveling by teleportation, with a few flaps of its wings.

By sensing the bell through the Five-Tone Bell, Bai can determine Lingling's current location.

It is probably located on the coast where Qingzhou and Suzhou meet.

Not far from Shanghai, heading north along the coastline, Jingwei flew at full speed, blurring and distorting the entire world.

As he traveled, Bai Mo tried to contact Lingling, holding the Five-Tone Bell in his hand and shaking it continuously.

Finally, a sound came from the other end again.

"Bai Mo, where are you?"

Hearing that Lingling's breathing was calm, he was probably not injured, which put his mind at ease.

Bai Mo glanced at the location, "We've already passed Jinling."

"We're near Mount Ai, on Bamboo Forest Island off the coast of Mount Ai. Bamboo Forest Island is surrounded by the Hidden Clan of Mount Ai, and Mo Fan and the others are trapped inside. I sneaked out."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo was immediately relieved, and a smile had just appeared on his face when Lingling's slightly hurried voice came again.

"You'd better bring Sister Yu Mian with you. This Aishan Hidden Clan has a special curse that puts enemies into a deep sleep. She just fell asleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, the call ended again. Bai Mo tried shaking the bell again to wake Lingling, but it didn't work.

His face immediately darkened, and he summoned the Wind Spirit to possess Jingwei.

Jingwei's speed immediately increased to another level.

Bai Mo didn't know where Aishan was, but fortunately it was shown on the map, and he could also sense the bell on Lingling's body.

He was initially worried that Lingling might have some problems after falling asleep due to the curse.

However, considering that it just fell asleep and then woke up again, there shouldn't be any problems.

Arriving at Mount Ai at breakneck speed, the shadowy forest was now filled with traces of battle.

You can see some fires still burning deep in the mountains, with broken walls and ruins burning under the wildfire.

Some people ran out from inside, but were quickly devoured by the demons in the forest outside.

A battle trail, stretching for several kilometers, emerged from the deep mountain manor and extended all the way to the eastern coast.

Bai Mo landed on the ground, leaving Jingwei to watch from the sky.

Using my senses, I stepped onto a charred rock on the shore.

Glancing around, the rolling waves foamed on the scorched rocks.

The black stones were uneven and there was no one in sight.

This might fool most people, but it couldn't fool him, who had already reached the peak of the eighth level of spiritual cultivation.

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the charred rock, tearing off a sheet that changed color.

Lingling's sleeping figure was revealed.

At this moment, she was curled up, and her already slender and tall body looked somewhat crowded in this small space.

The moonlight shone on her fair face, showing that she was sleeping soundly.

"Aren't they afraid of falling in and feeding the siren?"

Bai Mo muttered something under his breath and picked her up.

A large expanse of silver light scattered around its body, summoning the Holy Light Ancient Ritual.

A bright, milky-white light shone on Lingling, and a faint, dark red gas could be clearly seen being expelled from her body.

Silver diamond dust scattered, and white ink appeared on Jingwei's back high in the sky.

The Holy Light Ancient Ritual followed immediately.

The next second, a soft moan came, and Lingling in my arms opened her eyes.

After a moment of confusion, her bright eyes quickly cleared and then she stared at Bai Mo.

Where am I now?

"High altitude over the Aishan coast."

Upon hearing this, Lingling struggled to get out of his arms, looked around, and finally pointed in a direction that was slightly northeast.

"Jingwei, fly that way."

"What happened?"

Only then did Bai Mo have the opportunity to ask the question. At the same time, a murderous aura that seemed to freeze even the sea breeze appeared on him in a fleeting moment.

"You should know that we have discovered totems here."

A hint of anger flashed across Lingling's serious face.

"We learned about the totem by chance, and after a long period of exploration and investigation, we discovered that it was imprisoned and abused by the Aishan Hidden Clan."

"Abuse?"

Bai Mo was surprised and puzzled. Hearing Lingling's words, it seemed that the totem was still alive.

But how could a living totem be mistreated, especially at this time?

Even the well-informed Lingling couldn't help but feel angry.

"Yes! Abuse! When we found it, it was already on its last legs and extremely weak."

Lingling nodded emphatically, a flash of disgust in her eyes, and continued:

"The Aishan Hidden Clan were originally the guardians of this totem. But after their sacred cultivation spring in Aishan was exhausted, they set their sights on protecting the totem."

These people don't know what secret formula they use, but they can achieve the effect of cultivating in a sacred place through the essence of the totem's blood.

During our time infiltrating the Hidden Clan of Aishan, we discovered that the totem had reincarnated three times, each time dying from excessive consumption of its own essence and blood, with its cultivation level decreasing each time.

"When we found it, it was on the verge of death. To save it, Mo Fan signed a contract with it."

"Did the contract succeed?" Bai Mo asked, because under normal circumstances, a totem would not want to be contracted, and a summoner would not be able to contract it.

However, this situation with the totem is clearly abnormal.

Lingling nodded heavily. "That totem probably knew we were here to rescue it. It signed a contract."

"I suspect that it was the Heart Moon Fox from the Azure Dragon Seven Mansions. After we brought the Heart Moon Fox out, we were discovered, so Mo Fan escaped and fled to Bamboo Mountain Island."

But the Aishan Hidden Clan seemed to have some kind of tracking method and found us. There were many of us at the time, and when I saw things were going badly, I notified you and then ran away. Who knew I would be cursed like that?

Bai Mo nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, but his gaze was fixed on the island in front of him where a magical halo was shining.

The island is about seven or eight kilometers in size, and there is not much vegetation on the rocky reef.

Bai Mo could still hear Zhao Manyan's cursing.

Clearly, Mo Fan brought his personal shield with him on this trip.

Can I still curse?

If they can still curse, it means there's no danger.

Although Bai Mo was inwardly mocking him, he had already taken action.

"Jingwei, protect Lingling, don't go down."

As he got closer, he could see what was happening on the island.

Mo Fan was injured, and Zhao Manyan was surrounded by fragments of magical artifacts.

"Damn it, what a loss! This is such a huge loss! These are all my treasures, and they're ruined like this! You fucking Mo Fan, you have to pay me back!"

"I'll sleep with you, I'll even do it! As long as I can get out of here alive today."

"Get lost, I don't want you."

Although the two kept hurling insults at each other, they were constantly dodging and defending themselves.

Eight people dressed in moon-colored robes surrounded the two of them.

Only four of them made a move, while the other four stood proudly in the back.

These people were all highly skilled, and Bai Mo could only judge that the four who made the move were all at the third level of the first-tier super-level.

However, they seemed to lack combat experience, and some of them could only draw spells step by step.

The control that high-level mages have over magical elements is practically useless to them.

You can tell from their facial features that these people are mostly in their thirties or forties.

However, those who took the initiative to fight were clearly younger, and even their moon-colored robes were different.

The four older people at the back were wearing clothes with full moon patterns.

Judging from their posture, it seemed as if they were using Mo Fan and the other person as whetstones to hone these people.

Bai Mo's approach seemed to have caught the attention of one of the men in the long robe with the moon pattern.

He was an old man with disheveled hair. Anyone who glanced at him on the street would not believe that this emaciated old man, whose body was as thin as firewood, was a highly accomplished monk.

"Where did this rat come from? If you don't want to die, stay away from me, one of the Eight Sages of Aishan!"

The gaunt old man's voice, like that of someone questioning a dog, alerted the others.

Bai Mo wondered to himself what the Eight Sages of Aishan were, when he suddenly felt a spatial force pressing in from the outside in.

It was as if they were about to shove him directly into the endless dimensional storm deep within the inner space.

This old guy actually discovered his spatial movement! His cultivation level is definitely at the third level of the Super Rank!

With a silent prayer in his mind, Bai Mo immediately exited the spatial walking state.

But then he saw the gaunt old man suddenly take out a gleaming silver mirror and shine it towards him.

The mirror light moved extremely fast, expanding in the instant it was emitted, scraping deep gullies into the rocks along the way, like scraping tofu.

Seeing this, an old woman in the west couldn't help but laugh:

"This old man used his Destruction Mirror, which can unleash the Death Axis Light at any time, to deal with a young man."

"Hey, that's where you're wrong. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!"

On the other side, a burly man with a wine flask hanging from his waist said:

"No matter what, this man is doomed. This is what happens when someone dares to offend the Eight Sages of Aishan!"

The four attackers ahead naturally overheard their chatter, exchanged glances, and then addressed Mo Fan and his companion:

"Haha, are those your reinforcements? He wouldn't last a single round against those four old sages!"

Not only will you die, but all your companions will die!

The little one who just escaped is no exception; she's been cursed by me and will fall asleep without realizing it. She's probably already inside that sea monster's belly, hahaha!

"Damn idiots, do you crooks and deformed fruits deserve the title of sages?"

Calling you deformed melons and cracked dates is an insult to melons and dates!

You are nothing but fruit worms, clinging to life among the fruits and vegetables, thinking that you have become saints after eating a few sweet bites, thus masking your own stench.

A bunch of things that make you feel disgusted just by looking at them!

Mo Fan hid behind Zhao Manyan, whose shield was fully stacked, and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

This immediately caused all the people in moon robes present to darken their faces and feel a surge of anger.

The four attacking Moon Robe-clad figures intensified their magic.

"Brother, please stop talking!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Manyan almost knelt down before Mo Fan.

Just then, a soft laugh rang out.

"Well said, they're disgusting insects."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old man holding the mirror roared in disbelief:

"How is that possible?!"

The others looked towards the source of the sound and saw the shattered mirror firing out beams of light like laser cannon rays.

The Death Axis Light, capable of easily destroying a small mountain, suddenly stopped upon reaching Bai Mo.

It was as if there was an immense obstacle in front of us, an invisible dimensional wall that we could not cross!

The deadly beam, which had always been invincible, could not penetrate the seemingly empty air.

"That's real stubbornness!"

Bai Mo spoke calmly, his figure flickering in place. A death axis with pitch-black edges shot out out of thin air, flying towards the still, water-like mirror light that was blocked by willpower.

Its dead axis is extremely fast, and its black-glowing exterior is exceptionally clear amidst a silver mirror-like sheen.

The Death Axis was like a steel bar driven into the sand, piercing through the shattered mirror light without any obstruction and striking the mirror surface in the gaunt old man's hand.

Click!

With a crisp sound, everyone could clearly see that the magnificent silver mirror shattered under the impact of the dead shaft!

The shattered glass fragments flew everywhere, some piercing directly through the old man's body behind him.

In an instant, the gaunt old man seemed to have suffered a severe blow. His face turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.

"My supernatural power!!!"

He raised his head, his voice sharp and menacing, looking at Bai Mo as if he were a devil.

"What kind of transcendent power is that? It can instantly unleash a death axis at the first level of the super-class? It's just that the range is a bit larger."

I can do it without supernatural powers.

Bai Mo spoke calmly, and the more calmly the gaunt old man spoke, the more deeply humiliated he felt.

"Try harder in your next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Mo formed a blade with his palms together, and a pitch-black chaotic slash flew towards the old man.

The gaunt old man's face remained unchanged. Even though he was severely injured and unable to move, he knew that his old friend would come to his rescue.

puff!

The fierce slash cleaved him in two, and the gaunt old man's conscious half of his body fell to the ground.

He turned his head in disbelief, his eyes filled with hatred.

Why didn't you save your comrade if you hated him?

That chaotic cleavage from that distance could have been dodged!

But then they saw a burst of light, and an elf enveloped in milky-white holy light.

There was also a sprite whose entire body was covered in hurricanes, who was pestering his three old friends.

He wanted to take a closer look to see if they really didn't have the energy to lend a helping hand.

His head suddenly exploded, crushing his body in the process.

A heavy, massive foot moved, and at first, it felt strange.

Shen Chenhu then stepped forward and pounced on the moon-robed men who were besieging Mo Fan and his companion with a whoosh.

Immediately afterward, a flash of lightning appeared in the newly opened contract space, and the bright moon, like a long dragon of lightning, tore towards the four people in moon robes.

Having provided support to Mo Fan and his companion, Bai Mo watched as the three old sages fought against Feng Ling and the Holy Light Ancient Sacrifice.

Based on their several encounters, he had figured out the strength of these people.

All together, they barely reach the level of Cade Headhunter.

He didn't want to waste any more time and wanted to finish early, because Mu Nujiao might still be drunk when he got back.

"The Twelve Thunder Sutras!"

A crackling sound of electricity rang out from Bai Mo's body as the Twelve Thunder Scriptures flowed throughout his entire body, instantly transforming him into a lightning-infused form.

Rumble!

A sudden rumble of thunder shook the once clear sky, and as lightning elements gathered over a radius of tens of kilometers, large swaths of dark thunderclouds converged.

"Eight Veins of Wind!"

As if sensing that the thunderclouds were not gathering fast enough, a powerful hurricane suddenly swept across the sky from all directions.

You can see that the originally calm sea surface has been whipped up into tsunamis tens of meters high by the strong winds!

The towering, undulating mountains, like rolling waves, were terrifying under the dark night!

"Wind Spirit!"

With a shout, the Wind Spirit possessed him, and eight small celestial winds swirled around his body.

Bai Mo's body instantly erupted with an oppressive aura even stronger than the thick thunderclouds in the sky!

Upon seeing the wind spirits retreat, the three old sages who had initially intended to join forces to eliminate the Holy Light Ancient Sacrifice in an instant suddenly tensed up.

She subconsciously distanced herself from Bai Mo and looked at him with surprise and doubt.

It now appears as if it were the embodiment of wind and thunder, with hurricanes swirling around it like a long robe and lightning flashing like patterns.

Just standing there, it felt as if a storm was gathering.

The figure, like a king of wind and thunder, suddenly moved.

With just a flick of his finger, the eleven unique heavenly winds within his body, fused through the wind meridians, immediately emitted a melodious sound, like a divine weapon drawn from its sheath.

Immediately afterwards, as Bai Mo pushed his palm forward, the thunderclouds in the sky were suddenly dispersed by the immense force.

The jet-black gas, crackling with white lightning, outlined a vast and boundless river of air currents!

"Boundless Wind Palm!"

A long river of air covered half of the island, carrying thunderclouds flashing with white lightning.

At that moment, it was as if the sky itself had collapsed, crashing down like the angry hand of the god of the sky!

The boundless wind palm is vast and boundless, looking like another vast ocean moved down from the sky.

Something so huge that it's hard to avoid it once you see it.

Moreover, this airflow was originally formed by the convergence of extremely fast-moving condensed hurricanes.

The airflow had only just begun to press down, yet the heavy wind pressure already made the three old sages feel a sudden difficulty in breathing.

As the boundless wind approached, the sharp air currents even cut their cheeks.

As the vast river of air drew ever closer, their bodies began to crumble little by little!

One after another, powerful spells capable of easily destroying a small town were unleashed from their hands.

Various magical tools were used one after another, but none of them could stop the impact of this boundless airflow!

Faced with overwhelming power, no magic or trickery is of any use.

"Monster! You're a monster!"

"You'll die a horrible death!"

"Practicing this evil art will lead to your trial, and your soul will be imprisoned forever!!"

Hysterical screams emanated from the three of them.

Boom! ...

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, the three people's voices came to an abrupt halt.

The boundless wind left its palm print on the island, and the rocky surface of this half of the island, spanning several kilometers, suddenly turned into dust!

The ground sank down, and the seawater from afar washed over it, forming a shallow mudflat that stretched for several kilometers!

Mo Fan and the others felt the entire island shaking, as if an earthquake had struck, making it difficult for them to stand firmly.

Only the Great Orange Moon remained unaffected, seizing the opportunity to kill the two men in robes!

But at this moment, it was neither Mo Fan nor Zhao Manyan, nor the two remaining men in moon robes.

No one was interested in paying attention to the two people who were killed.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan were filled with nothing but the image of a stampede of horses, constantly complaining about the power of Bai Mo's attack.

This will help to alleviate the shock in your heart!

The two men in moon robes were filled with despair. These four old sages were powerful figures whom even the president of the nearby Jinling Magic Association had to be wary of! Ordinary monarchs could be killed with ease!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the kings of the Aishan region; no one dared to challenge them!

Such a powerful figure was suddenly killed by this person who appeared out of nowhere!

Faced with such a powerful person, how could they possibly survive!

I should have pretended not to know that the blood beast had been taken away.

At worst, he would be confined and lose the chance to compete for the title of Great Sage.

Even the Holy Light Ancient Priest, who had already dodged to the side, now looked at Bai Mo with a greater sense of awe.

Bai Mo, on the other hand, deactivated his "Wind and Thunder Tyrant" mode, returned to normal, and carefully reviewed the power of his previous attack.

After the Thunder Scripture was created, he knew that he could use the Wind Meridian in its full state.

You should know that each of the Wind Veins can borrow a gust of heavenly wind.

Even if you're unlucky and only borrow sub-heavenly winds, their combined power is still terrifying.

But in reality, his physical body could hardly withstand the accumulation of so many elements.

Therefore, the application of wind pulses has always been incomplete.

But now, it has the normal wind pulse ability, and it also covers the power of thunder.

Back then, he only had the power of divine intervention to fully control the state of the Eight Meridians Heavenly Wind gathering.

Therefore, they were particularly clear about the power that state, combined with the wind on the wind spirit's body, would create.

Bai Mo is willing to define this Wind and Thunder Tyrant mode as one of the strongest in the current version.

In addition, there are the divine seals and praises inherent to the spatial system, as well as the spiritual mystic arts, plus the strength amplified by the transcendent power of the spiritual force.

However, this is still somewhat inferior to the Wind and Thunder Tyrant.

However, with the added power of the Bagua diagram and other systems, it is possible to reach this level.

Bai Mo estimated that the power of magic at this level should be at the peak.

But without actually fighting a top-tier opponent, he doesn't know for sure.

In short, his initial goal was to find the Vermilion Bird Constellation in order to break through his strength and have the combat power to challenge the Supreme Monarch before the Battle of Xiamen.

It has probably been basically achieved by now.

How delightful!

Currently, my magic type, wind type, and space type are ranked first.

Chaos attacks are too unique to be included in the list.

The Summoning system comes in second, followed by the Sound, Earth, Thunder and Fire systems.

After briefly organizing his current combat system, Bai Mo looked up and saw that the other two moon-robed figures had already been killed.

"How are your injuries?"

He went over and asked.

"I won't die." Mo Fan, wielding the Kuangxuan Parthenon healing potion, chuckled.

"I also got a monarch. I feel that once he recovers, he will be able to overpower your contracted beasts."

Bai Mo chuckled, "Sure, I'll give it a try then."

But let's release him quickly now. I'll summon a healing spirit to heal his wounds. (End of Chapter)