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

Bai Mo stared at the old man standing calmly on the high platform, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"wind!"

With each step he took, a deep and majestic aura emanated from him, and as the wind spirit possessed him, the violently surging air currents gathered around him into pale blue willow leaves.

Vast stretches flowed and expanded in all directions with the wind.

As the bluish-white willow leaves expanded, the entire Bagua diagram quickly transformed into a vast, divine wind diagram, like an eye in the sky.

Bai Mo's eyes were clear and bright at this moment, and he seemed to float in the sky as if he were the embodiment of the wind.

He radiated a brilliant light, like a star in the sky!

The rapidly whistling air blew away all the clouds that had enveloped the entire Calabash Canyon.

This pale white airflow then formed a large new cloud layer, enveloping the entire valley.

Then, in an instant, the wind filled this area, and the vast world was suddenly filled with it, its form gradually becoming clear.

Those were enormous wind blades, one after another, looking like ship-slaying swords capable of cutting through giant starships!

"Nine Tribulations of Divine Wind!"

Countless ship-slaying wind blades began to dance, mercilessly slicing through the world.

Within this Nine Tribulations of Divine Wind, all living beings are subjected to repeated and cruel cutting!

Countless giant blades of wind swept across, and in the blink of an eye, a large section of the once towering valley and mountain peaks was sheared off!

In the valley, the remaining buildings and walls were reduced to ruins in an instant!

However, this was only the prelude to Shenfeng Jiujie's massacre.

The numerous wind blades and giant blades did not begin to wield completely.

They weren't moving very fast, so people like Mo Fan and the Hidden Clan members easily dodged the magic's attack range.

But with Bai Mo in control, the entire Divine Wind Nine Tribulations erupted into chaos.

Countless sword blades swept up a massive storm of sword energy, reaching from the sky to the ground, their very bodies filling every area of ​​the manor!

Some fine wind traces were accidentally touched by the escaped members of the Nan family, and instantly the limbs that were touched were broken in two!

But what shocked Mo Fan was the old man in the Tang suit who was at the very center of the storm.

It felt as if a spring breeze was caressing their face, without them suffering the slightest harm.

He seemed to be surrounded by a semi-transparent protective shield.

The protective barrier, though its magical origins were unclear, was impenetrable, effectively blocking the massive divine wind calamity unleashed by Bai Mo!

Bai Mo, who was high in the sky, also saw this scene, but his expression did not change.

He simply raised his hands slightly, bringing them together as if raising a knife.

As he moved, everyone saw the already vast and imposing storm of calamity energy rise to another level.

Numerous chaotic and slashing wind blades were constantly condensing and expanding. As the storm became more and more concentrated, the millions of wind blades suddenly converged into one!

A massive, elongated ship-slaying wind blade appeared in the sky as Bai Mo raised his hands.

The wind blade was not simply bluish-white, but rather a mixture of three colors, carrying a heavy and ferocious aura.

As if breaking free from the shackles of the netherworld, a series of storms swirled around him!

"cut!"

With a loud shout from Bai Mo, the Divine Wind Heavenly Blade, which was formed from thousands of divine wind blades and forged from the four heavenly winds, suddenly cleaved down!

Even before the fierce winds approached, the wind pressure alone caused the only main building in the center of the entire manor, the fortress, to collapse.

The old man in the Tang suit stood there as if he hadn't felt the castle collapse or felt the heavy wind pressure!

He stood in mid-air, but his face showed more seriousness as he looked up at the Divine Wind Heavenly Blade that was slashing down and locking onto him.

A faint light shone in the old man's eyes.

"All show and no substance,"

He uttered a single word, then the old man in the Tang suit formed a knife shape with his palms and flicked his arm lightly.

In an instant, the entire Calabash Valley was illuminated, as if a sun had risen there!

The dazzling light lasted only a moment before disappearing. Zhao Manyan only saw an unparalleled sword light soaring into the sky!

The Heaven-Splitting Sword, seemingly formed from the condensation of all the light in the world, was incomparably sharp. Even from thousands of meters away, Zhao Manyan felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

Keep in mind, he's a high-level light-elemental mage!

The peerless sword light and the Divine Wind Blade collided, and you could see the heavy and fierce wind blade gradually crumbling under the peerless sword light!

Although the sword light was also collapsing, Bai Mo could see that his Divine Wind Heavenly Blade could not withstand this attack.

Seeing this, his gaze darkened slightly. It seemed that ordinary attack methods really couldn't do anything to this old man.

Before the sword light arrived, he took a step and appeared in another place.

However, as soon as he appeared, he heard a faint voice beside him.

"Boy, want to see my wind magic?"

Bai Mo's pupils contracted; he hadn't sensed any spatial fluctuations!

Judging from the surrounding airflow, the old man sensed him and flew over!

That's way too fast!

As soon as the old man in the Tang suit finished speaking, he raised his hand and thrust out a palm strike.

This palm strike was heavy and solid, while the semi-transparent airflow was light and ethereal, yet it was as if it had been forged into a majestic mountain!

If you look closely at this mountain, you will find that every grain of sand, every stone, every blade of grass and every tree on the mountain is formed from extremely sharp and concentrated air currents!

If you make a simple comparison, this is simply a mountain of wind palms built up from countless Wind Slashes!

The palm of the mountain pressed down on him with immense force, and the combined aura of countless Wind Slashes completely overshadowed the sharpness inherent in wind magic, making it extremely deceptive!

But feelings can be deceiving; the feeling of being scratched by a knife before the wind palm even got close is not a lie!

Bai Mo took a step to dodge, but felt as if every inch of his body was being pulled and bound by a huge force, making it difficult to move!

He then realized that the Wind Palm Mountain was not only made up of thousands of wind strikes, but its arrangement also contained hidden secrets.

It looks like a mountain, but it's actually like clouds, with storms swirling within!

The immense pulling force that binds it is the suction force generated by the storm.

As expected, experience matters. This simple palm strike perfectly utilized the characteristics of wind magic!

Fortunately, he was a spatial mage.

With a flash of silver light, Bai Mo appeared in another place a kilometer away.

But as soon as he appeared, he saw an old man in a Tang suit following closely behind!

The semi-transparent, heavy aura emanating from that gently drooping palm was terrifyingly imposing!

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow and teleported away from his original spot once again.

However, every time he teleported, the old man in the Tang suit seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and knew his location.

"What kind of ability is this?"

Bai Mo was surprised and suspicious, guessing that it was a mental type, but even though he had Feng Ling shield his mental fluctuations, it could still be detected immediately.

Clearly, this ability to probe over a wide area is neither a mental nor a sound-based ability.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid the mighty palm strike, Bai Mo simply stopped trying to dodge.

The Bagua diagram beneath his feet had somehow transformed into black and white.

The Bagua diagram, which existed only in chaos and space, slowly rotated beneath his feet, transforming into the Taiji diagram.

As the mighty wind palm pressed down, Bai Mo also flipped his hand, and a black and white Tai Chi diagram suddenly emerged from his palm, slowly rotating as it covered the wind palm!

With the support of Bai Mo's spiritual power, the power of the spatial and chaotic systems was brought to its fullest potential.

With the support of the other six elements, this chaotic space combination magic, with space as the main element and chaos as the auxiliary element, has already surpassed the level of the third level of the super-order!

As the Tai Chi diagram slowly rotates, some sharp wind slashes are swallowed by chaos, and some sharp air currents are countered by space.

Under the dual pressure of chaos and space, the Taiji diagram, though appearing thinner than Wind Palm Mountain, was no less impactful!

The two collided, creating concentric, towering shockwaves that cleared away the ruins left by the battle.

Fengzhang Mountain is getting smaller and smaller, and the Taiji diagram is getting fainter and fainter.

"I have to admit, you are indeed a prodigy, qualified to meddle in other people's business."

The elderly man in the Tang suit, Nan Anmin, looked at Bai Mo with considerable surprise, and then said:

"But that's not enough; you're still far from it!"

The old man in the Tang suit wasn't wrong; it would take Bai Mo a second or two to prepare for magic to unleash such power.

But he doesn't need to; he can unleash such powerful magic with just a wave of his hand or a step.

Then the old man in the Tang suit suddenly became sharp-eyed. He raised his hand and pointed lightly, and another peerless sword light pierced through his fingertips, pointing swiftly at Bai Mo.

Immediately afterwards, his figure disappeared as if by phantom, and the next instant he appeared behind Bai Mo, a mountain of wind blades slashing down.

"Old man! Do you think you can hit me? You're just bragging."

Bai Mo pursed his lips, listening to the deafening chimes in his mind, and prepared to teleport away instantly.

But at that moment, Nan Anmin, who was behind him, suddenly had a flash in his eyes.

In an instant, the mental defenses on my body shattered!

Bai Mo felt a dizziness. When he came to his senses, the peerless sword light and the fierce wind blade mountain were already close at hand. There was no time to teleport away!

"Damn it, it's another mind-based attack!"

He cursed under his breath, and with a thought, the Illusionary Set appeared on his body.

Immediately afterwards, the peerless sword light and the vast wind blade collided with him.

The raging elemental forces swept up two enormous storms, resembling mushroom clouds that had exploded.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan watched this scene with concern from a distance.

Amidst the dissipating elemental storm, Bai Mo was still standing there unharmed.

However, the armor that covered his entire body had become a shattered mirror.

As he moved, pieces fell one by one.

Around him, there were also countless sword lights floating around, constantly flashing with sharp and powerful aura!

But these sword lights seemed to be controlled by something, as if they were being slowed down, and each step took a long time.

Beneath Bai Mo's feet, the Bagua diagram that had originally covered a large area shrank into a three-meter-square space, with the other seven magical colors of the diagram shining brightly in all directions.

Within the scope of the picture, even the light was distorted into concentric rings.

Under such heavy spatial confinement, the peerless sword light transformed from the Sky-Splitting Swords was like entering a swamp, unable to move forward!

Bai Mo's eyes shone brightly, his mental energy extremely concentrated as he controlled the incoming sword lights.

However, it could be seen that within a hundred meters of him, the old man in Tang suit, Nan Anmin, still did not stop attacking.

His eyes would occasionally flash, giving Bai Mo a mental shock and reducing his suppression of the surrounding sword light.

At the same time, a series of wind-force palm strikes were unleashed from his hands.

These ten Wind Palm Mountains attacked from ten directions, forming a converging wall of wind, intending to crush Bai Mo to death within this wall of wind!

"This is bad! His mental power is controlling the surrounding sword light attacks. We can't cast spells; how can we escape!"

Wuwu, who was flying high above Langu Town, saw this scene from afar and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"That old bastard, he's shameless!"

Mo Fan couldn't help but say, "Old Zhao, why don't you block it for Bai Mo?"

"If I could hold them off, I wouldn't be here watching this show with you!"

Just then, they saw the spatial diagram, which had originally been confined to a three-meter radius beneath Bai Mo's feet, suddenly expand.

The silver painting expanded a hundred meters, imprisoning even the wind-swept mountains.

But these are all full-force attacks from top-tier fighters; most people would be lucky to even manage to block one of them.

Bai Mo used the Bagua diagram to trap dozens of attacks at once, but his mental strength was simply no match for such immense pressure.

As you can see, the attack, which was originally advancing slowly, suddenly increases in speed.

Seeing this, even Wuwu in the distance couldn't help but feel anxious.

"How could you do this? What's the difference between this and suicide?"

Meanwhile, the Nan family members on the other side were overjoyed and shouted that their great-grandfather was mighty.

Just as they were celebrating their victory, Bai Mo felt his tense mind suddenly relax.

Although I still felt waves of throbbing pain in my body, I felt a sense of comfort and pleasure in my mind.

It was as if I had entered a new world, where everything around me was crystal clear.

The attacks that would have required the utmost effort to unleash in the surrounding area now became effortless.

"Have I broken through?"

He thought to himself with considerable surprise.

Originally, I just wanted to temporarily block the attack and use the Empty Bone buff to teleport away.

Although they may still fall into the same predicament, at least their lives are not in danger.

But unexpectedly, under immense pressure, his mental power, which was originally only at the peak of the eighth realm, underwent a transformation.

The Ninth Realm, the Pinnacle of Humanity!

He has reached the end.

In the eyes of the Nan family members, as well as Mo Fan and others.

As the Bagua diagram expanded, a powerful aura suddenly surged from Bai Mo's body!

It's hard to describe what this aura resembles; it seems to be the universe and all things, or perhaps Bai Mo himself.

This pressure comes from the soul; they can feel it even if they don't look at it.

As a result, everyone became even more horrified!

Even more horrified was the elderly man in the Tang suit at that moment.

"The Ninth Realm!!!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his once calm eyes now filled with shock.

He was already over seventy years old, and it took him an unknown amount of time to reach the ninth realm.

And this young man in front of me must be in his early twenties, right?

Why would the Nan family be targeted by someone like this?!

His heart skipped a beat, and then his eyes were filled with murderous intent and coldness.

"Using evil magic to enhance your strength is a capital offense! Today, I will rid the Inquisition of this scourge!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, his aura suddenly surging, directly forcing back the mental pressure that Bai Mo had exerted upon his breakthrough.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Anmin began to solemnly prepare the magic.

Suddenly, thunderclouds rolled around him, and wisps of electricity kept gathering on his body.

Meanwhile, on the other side, they sensed a world around them that was as clear as if they could see with their own eyes, without needing to look.

A sudden, even stronger light burst forth from Bai Mo's eyes.

"move!"

As his thoughts surged, a clearly visible chaotic color suddenly appeared on the peerless sword light that was constantly approaching him.

Immediately afterwards, these sword lights, which were originally difficult to move, suddenly deflected and flew towards the surrounding wind palms!

The sword light was fierce, slicing the mountain into pieces!

The palm strike was vast and powerful, scattering the sword light!

After shattering all the attacks coming from all around, Bai Mo turned to look at Nan Anmin, who felt a powerful pressure from the lightning.

At this moment, the old man in the Tang suit was surrounded by large patches of dark thunderclouds.

The thunderclouds, crackling with brilliant lightning, didn't float in the sky like bricks; instead, they piled up behind him.

Thunderclouds rolled and piled up behind him, forming a dark thunderfield several kilometers long, so oppressive that it made it hard to breathe!

Lightning elements from within a radius of tens of kilometers gathered, forming terrifying current tides. These current tides fell into the thunderclouds and disappeared completely.

However, as the electric currents subsided, the thundercloud field appeared even more dense and profound!

It was as if, at this moment, they were not standing on the earth.

There was no thick thundercloud piled up on the ground there either.

Instead, it stands in the heavens above, with a vast sea of ​​thunder beneath its feet!

Every life that walks on a minefield will be subjected to countless lightning strikes!

Before the minefield, the old man in the Tang suit stood solemnly, staring at Bai Mo.

Then suddenly he opened his arms, and a bolt of dark purple lightning shot out from his body in the clear sky, like a world-shaking blade, tearing through the entire thundercloud field!

"Boom! B ...

With a flash of lightning, the world-shaking blade slashed through, and the entire sea of ​​thunder and clouds, stretching for thousands of meters, was suddenly split in two. The thunder field collapsed and poured out, bursting with rolling lightning!

The separated area is deep and dark, with waterfalls of lightning constantly falling into it from both sides, only to disappear into it.

Thick, long rivers of lightning flashed above the two thunderclouds, like two claws of thunderous demons, opening up the deep, dark, endless abyss of thunder!

With the appearance of this endless abyss of thunder, Bai Mo felt an immense pressure of thunder suddenly lock onto him.

The demonic lightning claws tore the entire Thunder Abyss larger and larger, and the heavy lightning pressure that paralyzed the whole body also grew stronger and stronger!

"Thunder Abyss of Prison Suppression!"

Immediately afterwards, the elderly man in the Tang suit waved his hands, as if calling out or giving instructions.

You can see a dark and gloomy place, with lightning and thunder, like the end of the world. From the endless and deep abyss of thunder, five lightning dragons with jet-black lightning emerge!

The thunderous dragons snaked and danced, resembling mountain ranges!

A series of melodious thunderclaps erupted, sounding like dragon roars, making them appear even more ancient and powerful!

And on the body of this flying thunderous dragon, there were chains of lightning that shimmered across its body.

Five thunderous dragons, each bound by a massive chain, dragged along the desolate, heavy, terrifying, and barren Thunder Abyss, a hellish place born after the destruction of heaven and earth, and flew towards Bai Mo, who was locked onto!

It was as if an ancient god, accompanied by an inspector, was about to arrest and punish him!

Gazing at the dark abyss that constantly devoured lightning, yet whose bottom could not be seen, and the endless lightning field around which thousands of electric currents flowed.

Bai Mo knew without a doubt that once he was imprisoned by these five lightning dragons, he would not have a good ending.

Although he also possesses lightning-based abilities, he is unwilling to easily attempt a meticulously prepared destruction by a top-tier player.

"The Twelve Thunder Sutras!"

Bai Mo's gaze sharpened, lightning crackled around his body, and his form transformed into lightning, reducing the immense pressure of the thunder.

Immediately afterward, the bright moon possessed him, and an illusory figure instantly merged into him, making him appear as if he had transformed into a streak of crimson lightning.

Just then, five thunderous azure dragons approached and reached out with their claws.

Nan Anmin was already renowned for his lightning-based skills half a century ago; he had honed the binding power of lightning to its extreme.

Even a simple claw strike from the Thunder Dragon carries unparalleled lightning voltage!

Even a great monarch-level creature would be unable to move under the claws of numerous azure dragons, let alone a human with a weak physique!

With a loud bang!

A sharp clap of thunder rang out, and Bai Mo's figure, completely transformed into lightning, suddenly slashed out and shot directly into the sky.

With the double blessing, he was basically immune to the lightning pressure and would not be trapped by it at all.

Standing high in the sky, Bai Mo gazed down at the Thunderous Azure Dragon that was pulling the Prison Thunder Abyss in pursuit.

Previously, I was affected by the overwhelming pressure of the thunder, but now, it seems that the endless thunder abyss is never full.

It's nothing more than a terrifying illusion created by an old man in Tang suits.

This is ultimately just magic, not real terrain.

But this absolutely does not mean that the magic is not powerful. Bai Mo felt that if he really fell into it, even if he transformed into lightning, he would be annihilated by the endless thunder.

"The Tyrant of Wind and Thunder!"

With the wind spirit possessing him, the combined soul shadows of two elemental holy spirits behind him were now exceptionally clear.

At the same time, Bai Mo's eyes suddenly became clear and bright, as if they contained an endless storm.

The once clear sky suddenly began to pile up with boundless clouds at an extremely fast speed, and the cloud layer grew thicker and thicker under the influence of air currents.

Gradually, the thick clouds began to rub against each other, generating layers of electric sparks.

Eight celestial winds illuminated Bai Mo's eight wind veins, and the Eight Trigrams of Wind were also deduced behind him.

They watched the approaching thunder dragon below and the thunder abyss it was pulling behind it.

Bai Mo's aura grew stronger and stronger, with boundless winds and thunder filling the sky and earth behind him.

"Destroy the tribulations of wind and thunder!"

Just as the thunder dragon was about to approach, Bai Mo's solemn and majestic voice suddenly drowned out everything.

Dressed in a robe formed from wind and thunder, he floated in the air, his body radiating lightning that covered the entire valley, just like a true god of wind and thunder!

Winds from all over the world began to rage here, and lightning became their cloak.

The vast and boundless air currents, amidst the lightning and the sky, revealed their shape under the outline of the clouds that stretched to the horizon.

That was the head of a sky dragon, located at Bai Mo's feet, in front of the five thunderous azure dragons.

His body, winding and meandering, resembled a giant, cascading mountain road, enveloping the entire manor.

Compared to the enormous head of the sky dragon, the five thunder dragons seemed like mudfish.

Compared to the vast dragon body, the endless thunder abyss appeared as a slightly larger, strangely colored cloud.

The twisting lightning made the dragon's horns even more ferocious and sharp. Its pale yellow eyes, barely open, seemed capable of containing the entire Cloud Cliff Mountain Range. Storms raged from its mouth and nostrils, as if it would unleash a torrent of breath at any moment! (End of Chapter)