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

The closer you get, the stronger that distorted power becomes, even compressing space itself through the flow of chaotic rules.

What appears to be only a dozen meters apart feels like a hundred meters when you walk there.

However, apart from these, there were no other dangers here. With Lingling by his side, Bai Mo crossed the chaotic field and arrived in front of the ancient bronze tree.

Although the entire Bronze Ancient Tree was not as enormous as the Heavenly Crown Purple Linden Divine Tree, nor did it become a world of trees.

But it's definitely not small either.

You can see that the golden trunk is as tall and majestic as the base of a mountain, and the roots of the ancient tree protrude from the ground, each one as wide as a main road.

The battle just now had no effect on this place whatsoever.

Standing under the tree and looking up, you see a dazzling golden sky overhead, with vast expanses of leaves shimmering in the air, a beautiful and dreamlike golden hue that is breathtaking.

The golden light added a touch of holiness and nobility to the ancient tree.

A faint breeze began to rise, and pale white air currents surged around Bai Mo, converging behind him to form four pairs of wind wings.

The pale white wind wings trembled slightly, creating a ripple of air that scattered Bai Mo and Ling Ling's already messy hair.

Then, behind him, a phantom wind wing formed.

With a flick of her finger, illusory wind wings attached themselves to Lingling, transforming into her wings.

"Let's go up."

"good!"

Lingling nodded and controlled the wind wings behind her to take off with Bai Mo.

This wasn't the first time Lingling had experienced this fourth-level wind-element high-grade magic, so she flew with ease.

Bai Mofei flew ahead, using his chaotic power to dispel the surrounding chaotic and distorted forces.

His destination was simple: the place where the nine golden crows had previously perched.

The ancient bronze tree is quite large, and searching for it will not be an easy task.

The chaotic, distorting force field here easily disrupted his detection sound waves.

The place where the nine golden crows had previously perched was one of the clues.

The entire trunk was bare, with almost no place for them to roost. All nine golden crows perched among the branches of the canopy.

Therefore, they need to fly up to the treetops before they can start searching.

But when Bai Mo flew to the middle of the tree trunk, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lingling stopped beside her and asked in confusion.

Bai Mo remained silent, his eyes fixed on the trunk of the ancient bronze tree, something that looked like tree patterns, yet was also something else entirely.

Lingling followed his gaze and saw a large rune on the tree trunk.

Whether you call it a rune, or a twisted tree pattern, or something naturally formed, at first glance it is a wondrous and unique rune.

Humans were the first to worship totems, and they also left behind some totem-like runes.

This ancient bronze tree is clearly the result of human civilization, and the rune could not have been naturally formed.

So what does it represent?

Lingling's eyes also showed a bit more interest.

Without urging Bai Mo to continue upwards, she also carefully examined the patterns.

The pattern covers the entire trunk of the bronze tree. However, it is made up of the same pattern of varying sizes, like countless small letters 'a' pieced together to form a large 'a'.

This rune is certainly not 'a'; it is far more complex and beautiful, imbued with the mysteries of magic.

At first glance, Lingling felt that it looked familiar.

At first glance, Lingling remembered that this rune was very similar to the pattern on the Heaven and Earth Worship Stele she had seen at the Golden Altar.

To be more specific, Lingling feels that this pattern is more complete.

"Bai Mo, do you recognize this rune?"

Lingling didn't recognize him, but she felt that Bai Mo knew him.

Bai Mo nodded, opened his palm, and moon-white starlight poured out from his palm.

You can see seven white stars floating in his palm, shimmering with light.

"Look."

Lingling was a little confused, but she still knew what Bai Mo wanted her to see.

He then looked at the seven tiny stars on Lin An's palm.

The stars were translucent, and each tiny one, without forming a star trail, floated quietly on his palm.

Every now and then, the moonlight would flash by, and at those times, it would highlight the patterns on some of the stars.

Lingling's pupils suddenly contracted.

Texture!!

She stared at it in disbelief for a few more seconds, then said in a somewhat enigmatic tone:

"Your Star."

"That's right, the patterns on my star are exactly the same as the shape of this rune." Bai Mo nodded calmly.

"That shouldn't be the case. This civilization is at least four or five thousand years old. There were no stars back then."

Lingling frowned; she knew some simple methods of time measurement. But then, her frown relaxed.

"Hmm, not everything needs star points, but why, and what is this pattern?"

"A mage's stardust naturally has its own unique patterns, just like a human's fingerprints," Bai Mo said slowly, putting away the moonlight in his hand.

"And for some people with magical talent, the patterns of stars or star systems will show anomalies. My summoning talent, Return to Origin Contract, has this kind of pattern."

Upon hearing this, even though Lingling had a vague suspicion in her heart, she remained silent for a long time.

Similarly, Bai Mo was also shocked.

The fact that this city, this civilization, uses the magical patterns of the Primordial Contract as its totem, or its very imprint, speaks volumes.

At least firstly, the talent or ability of the Origin Contract is very common or widespread at this time.

If this is true, then this civilization, this city, so enjoys putting summoners and their summoned beasts to a test.

With so many summoners and summoned beasts, it makes sense.

At the same time, Bai Mo also understood why he felt so familiar with the bronze man's fighting style in the Great Colosseum, and why those crystalline lights that made him feel close appeared.

Thinking about it carefully, aren't I the same way?

The summoned beast possesses the same magic as the summoned beast, and the summoned beast will also use the same magic.

The challenges we've overcome along the way are more like a means for a civilization to pass on its heritage.

The Grand Arena is where excellent summoners are selected and their qualifications are checked.

The inner city gate roundabout tests the synergy between the summoner and their summoned beasts.

The first altar to depict the array tests both the summoner's cultivation level and their proficiency in the contract array.

The second golden altar is a test of mutual trust and bond with powerful enemies.

Finally, there's the test of ability.

Thinking about it this way, everything makes sense.

But why did this civilization focus on summoning? There were so many summoning mages back then.

Or is it that the magic circle can be set up and contracted without a summoning mage?

One question after another arose in Bai Mo's mind, and he couldn't stop them.

At first, Lingling said that this was a civilization remnant that valued summoners, and he only felt that he could gain some benefits that would help him improve his summoning skills.

But I never expected that this summoner would be so important.

"Let's continue the search; perhaps we'll find what we're looking for."

Lingling brainstormed for a while before finally speaking.

If this is a secret realm for inheritance, then he will always leave behind something he wants to say.

This was Lingling's idea, and also Bai Mo's idea.

So the two went back up again, but this time they didn't just fly over it. Instead, they slowly spiraled upwards along the tree trunk.

Bai Mo's eyes seemed to have grown directly onto the ancient bronze tree.

He originally thought his Origin Contract was incredibly powerful, attributing it all to the divine light from the dimensional plane.

But now it seems there's a huge pitfall behind this.

For example, such great talent, such abundant talent, why is it so rare in modern times?

This is one reason, for example, why are there so many summoning mages, or dimensional mages, at this time?

Bai Mo realized that this secret realm was not only about summoning abilities, but also involved spatial and chaotic powers.

If something is unrelated to him, Bai Mo will only be curious, and if he can't understand it, he'll just let it go.

But if something is very mysterious and related to him, he will be very curious.

But on the main trunk, he didn't see anything that interested him.

A word, a painting, or a slightly abstract line or pattern that evokes the imagination.

The branches of the canopy are very thick, and Bai Mo and Ling Ling fall on them, just like walking on the street.

Upon arriving at the place where the first golden crow had been, Bai Mo saw nothing.

However, he was not in a hurry and continued to the next location where the golden crow had originally been.

Just as he was about to leave, Lingling grabbed his hand. When Bai Mo looked over, he saw Lingling staring intently at the bronze leaves on the side of the branch, which were shimmering with golden light.

"Lingling, what did you find?"

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow and looked at the leaves with a hint of curiosity.

Golden light flowed across the smooth copper sheet, and some of it even reflected his puzzled gaze.

Aren't those some kind of decorations?

Or perhaps Lingling's girlish heart is overflowing.

"There are words on it, written in white ink," Lingling said with a hint of surprise.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the bronze leaves. Sure enough, the instant the golden light disappeared from the leaves, he saw a character.

The characters were so faint that even a wisp of light flowing across them could fill them.

A slight smile appeared on his face, and a chaotic light swirled in Bai Mo's eyes. He directly shifted the surrounding light, making it somewhat dim.

Thus, wherever the eyes swept, each piece, regardless of size, contained more or less characters.

"There are words on every single leaf! This..."

Bai Mo's face had just shown surprise, but his eyes swept across the tree canopy, which spanned hundreds of meters in radius. There were countless leaves, almost completely obscuring the sky in that area.

So many leaves, so many words—collecting them is easy, but how to arrange them is another matter.

Although Bai Mo couldn't recognize these characters, he had heard Lingling say that the arrangement and combination of these characters and the Chinese language originated from the same source.

You have to understand that there are just too many possible combinations in the Chinese language.

Learning even a hundred or so Chinese characters is enough for some people to use for a lifetime.

Lingling clearly noticed this as well. Her eyes gleamed with keen insight as she slowly flew up, moving a short distance away from the ancient bronze tree.

After observing for a moment, as if he had discovered something, he immediately said to Bai Mo:

"Bai Mo, these branches are not all the same height. Although there are many leaves, they are very dense. But there are only nine branches, extending in nine directions, from low to high, and no branch is at the same level. This should be the order of these sentences."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's eyes lit up, now that the order of the text was roughly clear.

Therefore, it is actually quite easy to deduce the details.

For example, the order of the branches on this branch can be arranged according to the order in which the branches extend from the main trunk to the outer end.

Of course, you can also do it in the opposite direction.

Bai Mo wasn't afraid that the person who made these arrangements would act unpredictably.

They painstakingly inscribed the words on these thousands of gold leaves so that future generations could see them.

Once he had the idea, he immediately made arrangements.

"Lingling, let Fengling go with you, and together you collect these inscribed leaves. I'll go check on the other golden crows."

As Bai Mo spoke, he tried to pick the leaves off.

There are no difficulties; it only requires some effort.

There was no danger; the leaf was placed where Bai Mo had picked it, and nothing happened around it.

Lingling nodded. She really liked this mystery-revealing activity. She waved to Fengling and walked along the branches towards the main trunk.

The branch they were on was the very bottom one, so they didn't need to move.

Seeing that Lingling had already taken action, Bai Mo didn't waste any more words. He gently flapped his wind wings and headed towards the location of the next golden crow.

Although he really wanted to help Lingling collect them, it was better to do it alone so that his train of thought wouldn't be interrupted.

Moreover, he didn't recognize those words.

He should find the other two masks first.

Otherwise, if the secret is known but the person can't get out, it would be a joke.

They flew over several places where the golden crows were located, but found nothing.

The increased altitude allowed Bai Mo to easily take in the entire city.

But he also had some doubts: could the bronze mask not be here?

The upper branches have become narrower and shorter compared to the lower ones.

There weren't many copper leaves, which made the view more open.

Bai Mo looked at the location of the third-to-last golden crow, where there was still nothing on the branches.

He frowned, wondering if he had made a mistake in his thinking.

With a thought in mind, Bai Mo approached and searched carefully, but finding nothing, he moved on to the next location.

The next golden crow was located on a branch, and Bai Mo hadn't held out much hope.

But then they saw a mask with a dignified expression.

It vaguely resembles a king, looking down upon his people.

But he no longer has any subjects, or even exists anymore.

Putting away the mask, Bai Mo moved on to the next spot, which was the highest branch near the main trunk.

It was also when Bai Mo looked up at the ancient tree that he discovered nine golden crows, the only one of which was perched on a branch.

Upon arriving here, Bai Mo saw a place that looked like a bird's nest.

There was nothing in the bird's nest, but there were nine grooves around it, three large and six small.

Bai Mo glanced at the nine grooves, then at the nest, and resisted the urge to sit on it.

I took out the Heart of Sunfire that I had obtained earlier and tried to put it on. Sure enough, it fit perfectly.

Take out the last Sunfire Heart and place it on the last slot. A soft sound is heard instantly.

As if some mechanism had been activated, Bai Mo watched the den warily.

Click click click!

Behind me, three crisp sounds came, like a door that hadn't been used in a long time being opened.

Why aren't you playing by the rules!

He muttered a curse to himself before turning around.

Behind them, where the branches connect to the main trunk, a doorway as tall as a person opens.

The portal was shrouded in darkness, the dense aura of chaos swallowing up all the light that was projected in.

What's inside?

Bai Mo walked in cautiously, filled with doubt.

There was no danger, no mystery, and no masks.

He felt as if he had entered a pool of chaotic power.

The dense, viscous chaotic energy almost filled a small section of the tree cavity at the top of the canopy.

Without needing to be activated, the abundant chaotic energy could practically flow into one's own chaotic cosmos through breathing.

That's right, this place is truly a treasure trove for cultivation!

Without any hesitation, Bai Mo sent a message to Feng Ling, closed his eyes, sat down heavily, and immediately entered a meditative state.

Who knows why, in a secret realm that is clearly dominated by summoning, there is a cultivation treasure land for the chaotic element?

However, Bai Mo didn't care about that at all; there's no reason not to accept benefits that are offered to him.

The rich energy nourished him like the sacred spring of Xia Island. As he began his meditation, an endless stream of magical energy flowed like a river into a great river.

The Yangtze River is naturally massive, but the strength of its waters should not be underestimated.

With this unexpected influx of power, the river rose at a clearly visible speed.

Bai Mo's Chaos System was the last to break through to the second level of the Super Rank.

Actually, it wasn't that long ago.

In ordinary battles, Bai Mo mainly uses the Chaos element to attack and break through enemies, in conjunction with the Space element.

Alternatively, in group battles, let the enemy experience their own destruction.

Aside from the initial awakening and cultivation of the Chaos element, Bai Mo's subsequent use of the Chaos element has always leaned towards a grand and majestic style.

It's not that we don't use the unpredictable and mysterious aspects of the Chaos system; it's just that these unpredictable and mysterious aspects are hidden within the grand and majestic atmosphere.

In fact, the path of magic is the same. Even the most unpredictable dark magic, once it reaches the advanced level, gains a more magnanimous and righteous quality.

With Chaos Magic reaching the Super-Tier 3, Bai Mo's methods will only become more unpredictable, leaving enemies with no choice but to passively accept attacks, unable to block or evade them.

With the addition of spatial and fusion magic, he couldn't even imagine how strong he would be.

Perhaps a single strike could break through this secret realm, or severely injure the Totem Serpent?

Bai Mo secretly guessed that the Chaos Star Sea had now reached the third level of the Super Rank.

That energy directly pulled him from the level of just entering the second level of the Super Rank to the level of just entering the third level of the Super Rank.

Opening my eyes, I saw that the surrounding darkness and chaos had long since dissipated.

Light from outside the tree hollow shone in, illuminating the darkness.

The narrow space was oval-shaped, and Bai Mo did not see the mask.

However, he saw a stone that glowed brilliantly.

The stone, only the size of a thumb, was placed on a small, clearly carved platform.

This means it wasn't just left there by someone.

The stone has a silvery surface with obvious polishing marks and is square in shape.

Silver, square stones always evoke images of spatial equipment or similar items.

Therefore, the moment he got his hands on it, Bai Mo tried to probe it with his mind and magical energy.

This is indeed a space-based device.

Among them, Bai Mo discovered a lot of golden metal, a yellow that was purer than the color of the bronze ancient tree.

It hasn't undergone any artificial processing; it's like a refined metal ore.

Bai Mo didn't know what it was, but he sensed its preciousness.

There isn't much metal, only about fifty cubic meters.

It occupies one-third of the entire space for equipment.

The remaining two-thirds of the space, half of which was filled with a bunch of things that were mostly similar to elemental diamonds, and Bai Mo could feel very pure elemental power on them.

It can be directly converted into the corresponding elemental magic energy.

These stones and jades, rich in elements, are somewhat similar, but they are different from the elemental diamonds that we see today.

The last space contained cultivation resources, all of which Bai Mo had never seen before.

However, judging from the appearance, they are all related to raising summoned beasts, and there are many bottles and jars, which are quite miscellaneous.

But Bai Mo's gaze was immediately drawn to the three stones placed slightly above.

The stone seemed to contain a galaxy of brilliance, and was much larger than the one he had used before.

The three stones are all about the size of a fist. From a distance, they seem to be covered with a layer of dust, but a closer look reveals their stunning beauty.

This was also the only one Bai Mo recognized among all these resources—

Nian stone, in theory, is already an endangered resource.

But now there are three fist-sized ones.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to possess this at the beginner level—wouldn't he be unstoppable?!

Unfortunately, I'm already at level nine, so even if I can still use it, I won't be able to use it much.

Bai Mo took a deep breath and scanned the bronze plaques near each item.

He guessed that these were probably introductions, and therefore quite important information.

Unfortunately, I can't understand it.

I'll go ask Lingling later.

After checking the tree hole again to make sure nothing was missed, Bai Mo took the Sunfire Hearts around the bird's nest and flew down along the main trunk of the bronze ancient tree.

We've checked every branch before, but we didn't see the last bronze mask, so it can only be on the main trunk.

So he didn't rush to find Lingling.

He must have been in seclusion for several days, because the leaves on the surrounding tree branches had all fallen.

The entire bronze tree looked as if it had entered the dead of winter, completely bare.

There was no trace of Lingling in the tree; through the wind spirit's perception, they knew they were in the city below.

The white ink spiraled downwards, and without the cover of leaves, the main trunk was easier to search.

Soon, he saw a bronze mask attached to a protruding burl near the upper trunk.

After taking it away, Bai Mo swooped down.

When I saw Lingling, she was practically sitting on a bed of golden leaves. Stacks of white paper filled with notes surrounded her, and a small computer sat nearby, its screen covered in dense text.

Clearly, Lingling had finished everything during Bai Mo's seclusion these past few days.

"Lingling, what did you learn?"

"I think this is half a brief history of the last human civilization." (End of Chapter)